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melis-writes · 10 months

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What if Victoria and Sonny were secretly together when Vito & Giuseppe arrange her marriage to Michael… Sonny has to see the love of his life married to his little brother and Victoria has to marry her lover’s brother.

But they keep up their secret relationship, their secret affair with each other. They don’t care that she’s now married to Michael or that he’s married to Sandra.

They realize that now that she’s married that Sonny can finally knock her up and have babies together.

Niccolò & Verona? Sonny’s kids.

Vincent & James? Sonny’s kids.

Luciana & Angelo? Sonny’s kids.

and all other kids are his too.

Omg the eternal Victonny plotline from start to finish. 😅😅❤ Real definition of what Michael doesn’t know can’t hurt him! 👀😩

Double Matrimony.

“My daughter is an eligible bachelorette,” you mumble, repeating your father’s words. “You have no idea how many times I’ve heard him say that last week alone.”

Sonny chuckles, giving your side a squeeze as he pulls your naked body closer to his. “Ain’t that the farthest thing from the truth? I expected it though.”

“Did you?” You pout, snuggling up to Sonny; pressing your breasts against his chest.

“I can’t blame him too much, baby,” Sonny tilts your chin up to face him, caressing the outline of your jaw. “You’re young, his only daughter and nothin’ short of perfect,” his eyes wander over your lips, “you know that? Your family wouldn’t have to look far and wide to find someone for you.”

You shrug glumly, resting your head nuzzled in Sonny’s neck. “I couldn’t care less about any of that. Father should consider you if he wasn’t so judgmental and over cautious about everything…”

Sonny purses his lips, stroking your hair with his free hand. “I can understand why a powerful man like your father wouldn’t want you to be with an enforcer. That won’t ever change the fact that you’re mine, baby.”

“I only want to be yours,” you breathe against his skin. “Nothing else matters to me right now. This is what we have… What I want.”

“You’ll never not be mine, you got that?” Sonny smirks down at you. “So what, you’ll scrawl your name on some fancy piece of paper with the word ‘marriage’ on it. You think I care about that? How’s that toilet roll supposed to know how you truly feel? You’re mine, Vic.” Sonny chuckles against your lips as you can’t help but smile back shyly. “You’re always gonna be mine, and if your father wanted you for Fredo or somethin’, trust me, I think he would have let you know by now.”

“And Sandra?” You whisper back, playing with Sonny’s cross necklace. “Your relationship with her?”

“No relationship is worth mentionin’ if the ‘woman of your life’ wants you bedding someone else for her own convenience, right? Forget her,” Sonny’s hands begin to wander up your chest, fondling your breasts. “Forget ‘em all. I already did. You got a whole lot more to worry about right now, Miss Ferrari.”

“Oh yeah?” Blushing furiously, you place your hands over top of Sonny’s, beckoning him to keep touching you all over. “Indulge me, Mr. Corleone. I think you’re teasing me.”

“I’m getting your mind off things,” Sonny gives you a wet kiss over the lips. “Because I want you to worry about how sore that pussy’s going to be once I have my way with it again…” Sonny’s free hand grasps his erect cock as he begins to position himself over top of you. “You’ve always loved that…”

“Oh God, please,” you writhe underneath Sonny, spreading your legs as wide as you can obediently. “You have no idea.”

“Signature on no paper don’t mean nothing,” Sonny grunts, spreading open your pussy with his fingers and grinning. “Not when you got my seed drippin’ out of you every day. Not when this pussy is mine…”

While many of the crime families in New York have more than enough eligible bachelors for you to choose from, your father knows better.

Giuseppe knows you’d like to be with someone as involved in the family business as you; no more, no less, which effectively eliminates the possibility of your father ever considering enforcers, capos, and buttonmen.

A bachelor in the middle ranks without too much attention or influence on him would be best, but you could care less for Don Tattaglia and Barzini’s sons and Giuseppe knew Bruno Tattaglia had his eyes on you for a while.

Don Ferrari also has no intention on having you enter a soulless, loveless marriage; very keen on your body language and expressions towards the bachelor’s you’ve met so far.

Simply telling your father you’re seeing Sonny is not and can never be enough to convince your father. Giuseppe would never consider the possibility of having a target willingly placed on you for marrying an enforcer—Sonny’s position or being involved directly in the family business more than you bargained for.

On the other hand, you and Sonny gave up a long time ago attempting to come up with justifications and explanations for your relationship.

You don’t feel as if it’s a “secret” per say, but that it’s shrouded in privacy and indeed better off if others didn’t know considering Sonny’s brutish reputation in the Corleone family and the fact you’re with a married man.

Avoiding danger and scandals, Sonny and you have already been committed to one another for the past two years. At the age of twenty-four now, you knew if you and Sonny had the chance and opportunity, that you two would have married long ago.

It’s still somewhat too painful for you to remember Sonny’s married and you can never take that away from him so as long as his family and yours doesn’t stand for a divorce over an adulterous relationship, but you’re easily able to forget it all when you’re with Sonny.

You know Don Corleone’s only eligible bachelor is Fredo Corleone, and your father also knows Fredo’s not so pleasant track record so you expect your “formal” meeting with the Corleone’s next week to go smoothly with a solid “no”.

What you expect, however, is seldom what you receive.

Thinking a polite “no” to marrying Fredo would suffice never even leads up to happen, as your father ignores Fredo’s presence in Don Vito Corleone’s office entirely.

While it’s your first time inside the Corleone estate and none are aware you personally know Sonny, formal introductions are made and go around the room as you pretend that the man standing across from you and leaning against the wall is just the enforcer of the Corleone family, and not the love of your life.

“My eldest son, Santino,” Vito gestures to Sonny who gives you a polite smile.

You blush furiously, nodding back at him and attempting to appear remotely confused and unfamiliar with Sonny.

“Your eldest?” A smile grows over your father’s lips, momentarily sparking some sort of hope in you. “Is he to succeed you, then?”

“He is,” Vito nods, which only brings a crashing wave of disappointment in your heart.

You can see the interest that lit up in your father’s eyes fade away just as quickly. You knew as much through Sonny, but this raises the question of extreme danger for a Don to be, and something your father doesn’t want for you.

Vito’s eyes meet with Giuseppe’s as he nods; he too is aware of what your father wants for you, and would never mention Fredo out of embarrassment and good faith.

“My youngest son Michael is an eligible bachelor,” Vito speaks up, gesturing to Michael who otherwise sits rather quietly and out of attention near Vito’s desk.

Blinking, you catch Michael’s eye as both of you look upon each other with moderate curiosity. It’s then that you miss the expression on Sonny’s face entirely; his world coming down at the possibility of you marrying Michael.

“He’s twenty-nine and just returned back from Sicily,” Vito continues and sees no objection from Michael in any way.

Your attraction to Michael spikes up then and there but it’s nothing compared to everything you have and feel for Sonny. No, it could never come close or harbor such passionate romance; you already know this from first glance at Michael.

Sonny bites down on his lip, staring deadpan at the floor as he overhears Vito and Giuseppe agreeing and pairing you with his youngest brother; Sonny was never even an option despite being the only man in the room that can ever make you happy and you can’t even say no.

“It’s settled then,” you hear your father say as your heart thunders in your chest and your cheeks flush scarlet with blush. “If the two can come to an agreement, they can marry.”

“Our two families will come together as one,” Vito agrees, “Michael, do you object?”

“No,” Michael replies plainly.

Sonny shifts his weight, beginning to grow uneasy and irritated, but holds himself together well as he continues to listen.

“And you, sweetheart?” Your father asks, “will you enter a courtship with Michael?”

“I will,” you answer, feeling your stomach knot up in anxiety; never have you answered with such defiance in your heart.

Feeling his heart break in his chest, Sonny’s eyes are full of venom watching his baby brother kiss your hand and attempt to charm with what Sonny calls half-assed small talk.

There isn’t a chance in hell Sonny will stick around to see the engagement ceremony or hear Michael woo you with sweet nothings and lavish gifts; there’s a silver lining to this that you both believe in now.

Neither of you care for the relationships you’re in. They’re a mask to society to show you’re married and a part of a family, but they’re meaningless and they’re nothing to both you and Sonny.

Your engagement to Michael let alone your marriage in the next three weeks won’t stand in the way of anything you and Sonny have.

“I’m going to be with you forever,” you whispered in his ear, feeling tears stream down your cheeks. “I don’t…. I don’t have your ring or your name on my wedding certificate, but you’re my husband. You are.”

“And you’re my bride,” Sonny squeezed both of your hands, looking you in the eye. “Nothing changes. Nothing.”

In truth, it was easier on you afterwards. Sonny already had to live a double life to be with you but luckily, Sandra’s barely involved in her own marriage these days.

You play the role of the Corleone housewife well, but you’re neither clingy, excitable or hopelessly affectionate with Michael who could care less about noticing if there’s a lack of passion in your marriage with him due to his increasing involvement with the family business eating up most of his time.

What you and Sonny have come to realize is that neither of you need to be careful or use protection anymore. Having twice as much more sex whenever possible as compared to once a week with Michael, only you and Sonny know the truth.

You already could sense you were pregnant a week before you and Michael had sex for the first time. The twins you carried inside of you—boy and a girl whom you both named Niccolo and Verona weren’t Michaels. Sonny had fathered those twins.

Because Michael noticed nothing off about the timing of your pregnancy nor was there any suspicion at all whatsoever about if you and Sonny were “close” by any regard, he was permanently clueless and indifferent.

Even when you had your third child and second son, Vincent, you knew it was Sonny’s. By 1960, you had already give birth to six of Sonny’s children and none of Michael’s.

Your family and the Corleone’s gleefully compared how he babies looked strongly from the Corleone side of the family with a good mix of everyone but when you and Sonny looked at your children, you saw each other’s facial features as clear as day.

“He’s clueless, so let him be clueless,” Sonny grasps his hand over your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “Wouldn’t want the baby brother to know how many times I knocked up his so called wife, huh?”

“Never,” you let out a breathy moan back, wrapping your arms around Sonny’s shoulders. “I don’t care either. Those are our babies. Those are…” Confidence wanes from your throat as your voice trails off. “I…”

“No, no, no,” Sonny shakes his head, “look at me, baby. Look at me.”

“Sonny, they’ll grow up and—” your throat tightens from emotion, “and if they look like you—or, o-or we have to tell them the truth eventually. They need to you you’re their father and—”

“And they will,” Sonny reaffirms, looking you in the eye. “I promise you.”

“How?” You croak back, tears spilling from your eyes. “How would we even do that?”

“I’m not planning on keeping you here with Michael forever,” Sonny lowers his tone of voice. “You just have to trust me, darling. I’ll fix all of this. I will. We will be a family together someday. I promise.”

#godfather au #victonny #sonny corleone #santino corleone #sonny corleone x reader #moth to flame fic #moth to flame fanfic #prompts #moth to flame au #godfather x reader #not canon #sonny corleone x oc #santino corleone x reader

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melis-writes · 1 year

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Can you please write a au where it’s Victonny and they’re married and not to Michael and Sandra

Vito just got shot and they’re at home with their young sons (ages 1, 2, 3 & 4… c’mon they’re Italian Catholics with no birth control and insatiable for each other!) and their newborn baby daughter.

When there’s banging and whacking at the door and Sonny rushes for his gun and tells her to go off to the kids

———

the kids names: santino jnr (4) angelo (3) rosario (2) amedeo (1) and grazia/graziella (newborn)

The Victonny marriage AU continues, this time during the events of the first film’s action. 👀 That’s a lot of babies… 🥴🥴

Safe as Houses.

“Damn it,” Sonny huffs out in frustration, setting the telephone down after another call to Luca goes unanswered. “Just pick up already.”

“Still nothing?” You step into the dining room, gently holding baby Graziella whose half asleep already in your arms.

“Nothing,” Sonny turns his head to face you; the mounted irritation upon his face almost instantly fading at the sight of his wife and newborn. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. We’ll reach Luca soon.”

“Nothing on my end either,” you speak softly so as not to wake little Graziella. “I haven’t heard back from my brothers since earlier tonight.”

“Luca’s shacked up tonight, nothing else to say,” Sonny lets out a drawn out sigh, rising from his seat. “I don’t want you worry ‘bout it, okay? I’m gonna get this shit straightened out,” Sonny rubs baby Graziella’s back softly, noticing how her little feet squirm.

“Mm, alright, darling,” you nod, kissing the top of Graziella’s head. “She’s almost asleep, isn’t that right?”

Sonny chuckles, placing his hand over your waist. “Still a little one, so tiny. How are the kids? They in bed yet?”

“Getting ready for bed, but Amedeo is already asleep,” you say back. “Just gonna tuck in our little angel with the others and—”

Sonny immediately turns his head to the front door at the sound of a loud, banging knock at the door—insistent to go in.

“Aaaaa…” Graziella begins to stir from her sleep, squirming around in your arms.

“Sonny—” Your eyes widen as you take a step back from the door.

“Shit,” Sonny hisses, quickly ushering you back. “Go back into the kids’ bedroom, Vic. Don’t step out until I tell you to, got it?”

Without another word, you quickly scurry to the nursery room while Sonny pulls open a kitchen drawer, snatching out his pistol.

The whacking knocks only grow more aggressive over the door again as Sonny leans his back against the wall.

“Whaddaya want?!” He raises his voice, aiming his gun towards the door.

You lock the nursery door behind you, attempting not to look as alarmed or frantic towards little Santino Jr., Angelo and Rosario playing with their toys and building blocks in the center of the nursery as Amadeo sleeps soundly in his crib.

“Mama!” Santino Jr.’s eyes light up when he sees you.

“Hi, buddy,” you smile weakly at your children—holding Graziella in one arm. “I’m here—let’s play with these over here, hmm? Come on,” you pick up as many of the childrens’ toys as you can from the center of the nursery and move them up to Amadeo’s crib. “Right over here so mama can play too.”

“Maaaaa…” Rosario giggles, crawling towards you.

“Come here, baby,” you snuggle Rosario up in your arms, keeping Angelo and Santino Jr. on your lap. “Let’s play together nice and quietly, okay? See, Graziella and Amadeo are still sleeping. Shhhh…”

You know that if all else fails, you still have the ability to pull out a pistol hidden in one of the nursery dresser’s drawers which your eyes land upon as you can hear Sonny unlocking the front door.

“Calm down, Sonny. It’s just me,” Clemenza holds his hands up, “Jesus.”

“Well your timing is just fuckin’ perfect, isn’t it?” Sonny grits his teeth. “We haven’t even heard back from Luca yet, and what about the old man?”

“I don’t know,” Clemenza swallows hard. “He’s still taking it rough back at the hospital—haven’t heard word since,”

“Wrong answer,” Sonny grabs onto Clemenza’s collar, forcing him back. “Now you listen to me, you son of a bitch. If it ain’t good news, stick to the telephone calls. Our ass is on high alert as is. My wife and kids are here, you got that? I don’t need them seeing this shit.”

“Calm down, Sonny,” Clemenza pushes Sonny’s hands off him. “Okay? Relax, we got this under control. Us and your old man.”

The rest of the conversation Sonny and Clemenza make come out as muffled through the walls and Clemenza’s voice isn’t all that recognizable to you as you quietly distract the children and keep to yourself.

Only a few more moments pass by before your eyes glance to the nursery’s door, seeing the doorknob twist and rattle from being locked. “Vic, it’s me, baby.”

You sigh in relief, carefully rising up with Graziella in your arm before unlocking the nursery door open for Sonny.

“Hey…” Sonny gazes at you, stepping in and seeing the relief washing over your expression. “Everything’s fine, it was just Clemenza talking ‘bout Luca again. Nothing to worry about, remember?”

“But I was worried,” you whisper back, “as soon as I saw you grab that gun.”

“I’ll shoot first and ask questions later if I have to,” Sonny mumbles, rubbing your shoulders. “I just wanna protect you and the kids. You don’t need any more shit—no more stress on your shoulders, not now. I don’t care, I’m keepin’ my word on that.”

“Dada!” Santino Jr. beams, holding up a little toy block in his hand.

“Hey, kiddo,” Sonny cracks a grin, “sharing with all your brothers and sisters, right?”

“Ya!” He nods excitedly.

“See, baby,” Sonny rubs tenderly over your shoulders, kissing your cheek. “Nothin’ to worry about. You know I’d stop at nothing to protect this family,”

“I know, baby,” you blush as baby Graziella gives her father a toothless smile. “I love you for that.”

“And I love you too,” Sonny kisses Graziella’s cheek before pecking a sweet kiss over your lips.

#godfather au #victonny #sonny corleone #santino corleone #sonny corleone x reader #moth to flame fic #moth to flame fanfic #prompts #moth to flame au #godfather x reader #not canon

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melis-writes · 1 year

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What about a rewrite of your infamous Carlo punching Victoria scene but this time around it’s set during Victonny, and how Sonny would react & act 👀👀👀

Set in Victonny times, what if Victoria was married to Sonny and such a thing occurred? 😳 We all know originally in Moth to Flame that Sonny came downstairs moments later after hearing but that was after Michael stepped in… This time, it’s Sonny as requested!! 😥😅

If You Ever Touch My Wife…

“No,” Connie scowls at Carlo, crossing her arms. “I’m not making you a damn thing! Not when you walked out on the children and I last night for dinner and now you’re back late smelling like another whore!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, huh?” Carlo sneers, grabbing Connie’s wrist harshly. “I wasn’t asking, and I sure as hell don’t have to explain anything to you, you little bitch.”

“Carlo, stop,” you hiss, beginning to approach the two.

“Hey—” Carlo points a finger at you, “stay out of this. This is between my wife and I’m the one—” Carlo begins to shake Connie by her arms, “asking questions! This isn’t how you’re gonna treat me, you brat! Get me my fucking dinner!”

“NO!” Connie shrieks back, trying to fight against Carlo’s grip. “Let me go! Let me—”

“Carlo, STOP!” You cry out, attempting to intercept between the two to block an incoming blow towards Connie’s face. “Get your hands off of her!”

In a split second as adrenaline shoots through you, you gasp in surprise and flinch back feeling a heavy, sharp force strike you straight in the face.

The cool metal of Carlo’s wedding band scrapes against your cheek as you stumble and fly back from the impact of his punch—landing on your side upon the kitchn floor with a thud.

“Vaffanculo!” (Fuck you!) You hear Carlo shout back to you.

Only able to let out a pained grunt from the faint taste of blood between your teeth, you clutch onto your face and force your eyes open only to see a horrified Connie attempting to pull Carlo back and away from you only for a moment until you realize who they’re looking at.

Just across the kitchen and upon the bottom of the staircase, Sonny’s eyes meet with Connie, Carlo’s, then yours; Sonny’s eyes filled with an indescribable rage, boiling with fury.

“S-Sonny—” You attempt to speak, finding your words to be slurred through a mix of sharp pain and shaky breaths.

Your face throbs and aches from all sides and you can feel the tip and sides of your nose pulsating. There’s a sensation of heat stinging over your cheeks as blood drips down from your nose and onto your chin.

“You’re dead,” Sonny clenches his fists tightly, glowering at Carlo. “You’re fucking dead!”

The last thing you see before Sonny practically leaps at Carlo is his darkening expression consumed with bitter anger that only softens for a split second at the sight of you trembling on the floor and attempting to stop your nose from bleeding.

“SONNY!” Connie screams, scurrying back and away from both him and Carlo. “Oh my God!”

Sonny’s expression spells out nothing sort of “murder” while focusing on beating Carlo to a pulp and nothing more—completely catching you off guard.

Shocked and stunned, you don’t even realize that Connie’s kneeled down by your side attempting to comfort you as the only thing the two of you can do is watch Sonny’s anger and presence transform fully into cruelty.

Tears stream down your face from the unimaginable pain throbbing in your face every passing second as you clutch onto Connie, flinching with each blow that Sonny strikes Carlo with.

Pinning Carlo against the wall with his hand wrapped tightly around his throat, Sonny delivers punch after punch over Carlo’s face and aims for his nose—hitting harder and harder each time until you and Connie hear a sickening crack.

Carlo squirms helplessly against Sonny’s death choke grasp, howling in pain taking hit after hit before he crumples to the floor.

Everything seems to occur before you both in a matter of mere seconds as Sonny has no intention on cutting Carlo even a second’s worth of a break to compose himself and rise up again.

Kicking at Carlo’s ribcage and face, Sonny continues beating down on him and it’s only when Carlo attempts to reach for Sonny’s ankle does Sonny grab Carlo up from the ground by his shirt and throw him with every ounce of strength in his being against the wall again.

You can hear Connie saying your name and gently holding onto your arm just as Sonny turns around and huffs out in frustration—smearing off Carlo’s blood from his knuckles.

“Victoria, Victoria…”

“Vic,” Sonny grits his teeth, immediately kneeling down in front of you.

Your vision blurs from tears uncontrollably pooling in your eyes and as you attempt to speak back to Sonny, all you can let out are pained whimpers taking hold of you.

“Vic, baby, look at me. Look at me—God, Connie, go get her a fucking doctor! Right now!” Sonny gently embraces you in his arms, pulling you up on his lap. “Vic? Open your eyes. C’mon, c’mon—open your eyes, look at me…”

You let out a shuddering gasp, succumbing to the pounding and aching pain in your head as your eyes roll back and you slip into a state of unconsciousness.

“I called, I called!” Connie rushes back into the kitchen, flinching at the sight of an unconscious Carlo crumpled up against the wall. “Doctor Katherine is on her way—oh my God, Victoria! Is she okay?!”

“She’s unconscious,” Sonny rakes a hand through his curls, holding you against his body. “God fucking damn it! She’s pregnant, Connie. If anything happens to my baby because of Carlo, I swear to God I’ll—”

“He’s not breathing,” Connie gasps out; her hands beginning to tremble. “Sonny? Sonny… He’s not breathing.”

Sonny rolls his eyes, glancing back at Carlo’s limp body. “No, he’s fine, trust me. And his ass can stay there until I get Mike—wait until he hears about all of this. Fucking piece of fucking shit!” Sonny carefully scoops you up into his arms. “Look at what he did to my fucking wife! What the fuck happened here, huh?!”

“She tried to defend me,” Connie’s bottom lip trembles as she can barely speak properly throughout her sobs. “All she did was try to help me and then Carlo—”

“I’m gonna have to apologize to you in advance before Pop makes me fuckin’ do it anyway,” Sonny looks back at his sister. “For making you a widow.”

Almost two hours pass before you begin to regain consciousness in bed, snuggled in to keep warm by Sonny with the blood gently and carefully cleaned off by your husband as Doctor Katherine arrived and began to check your vitals.

Every time the wet cloth Sonny was using to clean your face brushed up against your bruise, it only spiked another rush of anger through him to see the sight of his injured wife unconscious because of what Sonny’s brother-in-law did to you.

“Is she gonna be alright?” Sonny’s tone of voice is still forceful.

“She will,” Doctor Katherine confirms, noting the swelling over your cheek. “She’s bruised and will only feel its discomfort, but I promise you that she’s doing okay.”

Sonny sighs in relief under his breath, holding your hand in his. “Jesus…”

“She was hit very hard and if you look carefully…” Doctor Katherine frowns, gesturing towards your bruise. “There’s a mark here that was probably from the impact of a ring or a piece of metal. She was hit very close to the face and might have even ended up suffering from a minor concussion if she hit her head on the floor.”

“I don’t even wanna think of that shit,” Sonny shakes his head, kissing the back of your hand. “It was either gonna be to her or my sister. Did you account for that rat?”

“Mr. Corleone…” Doctor Katherine frowns, straightening her posture. “Mr. Rizzi’s state is entirely different matter.”

“I didn’t ask you that,” Sonny narrows his eyes. “I asked you about his state.”

“He’s dead, sir."

“Great,” you hear Sonny mutter under his breath, watching you intently as you ever so gently stir from unconsciousness, attempting to open your eyes. “And if there’s anythin’ else you need to do…”

“No, sir. But please call me in if she’s having trouble with anything or you need my help,” Doctor Katherine gets the hint from Sonny he wants to be alone with you by the time you regain consciousness—beginning to exit the room.

“Victoria,” Sonny mumbles against the back of your hand, peppering kisses over it. “Baby..”

“Mm…” You whine quietly in pain, gazing at Sonny through half opened eyes.

“I know, I know,” Sonny frowns, “stings and hurts like a motherfucker, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, baby. That bastard’s not gonna hurt you or Connie ever again. I made fucking sure of it.”

You have neither the strength nor the energy inside of you to speak in any way, respond or even react—simply staring at Sonny in a state of dizziness as if you were in a dream, but hearing everything he has to say.

“I’m gonna take of you, baby,” Sonny tells you, nodding. “Promise. Not gonna let anyone lay a finger on my wife—ever. I’mma take good care of you, you’ll see.”

#godfather au #victonny #sonny corleone #santino corleone #sonny corleone x reader #moth to flame fic #moth to flame fanfic #prompts #moth to flame au #godfather x reader #not canon

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❓ What is Victonny? : Victonny is Victoria and Sonny's official ship name. After the events of Chapter 32, the ship took off in full force and is a fan favourite of many Moth to Flame readers. Here you'll be able to find every smut and non-smut written prompts for Victoria and Sonny having an illicit affair/in a relationship behind Michael and Sandra's backs. It is not canon.

SMUT PROMPTS (18+ only).

Alternative ending to Chapter 32: Part 2 - What if Sonny got Victoria pregnant and she kept the baby?

Victoria constantly being horny for Sonny.

Alternative ending to Chapter 32: Part 3 - Victoria and Sonny sleep together.

Alternative ending to Chapter 32: Part 4 - 3+ rounds more of sex.

Sonny and Victoria continuing their affair with no suspicion or being found out.

Victoria and Sonny continue their affair - Victoria gives birth to Sonny's daughter Luciana and son Angelo.

Victoria being insatiably aroused for Sonny.

Sonny and Victoria continue their affair - Both of them only sleep with one another from now on.

Sonny x Victoria's tits.

Victoria telling Sonny to breed her/knock her up.

Pregnancy sex while Victoria is pregnant with Sonny's baby.

Victoria teasing/riling up Sonny.

Pregnancy sex after New York.

Once you have some of Sonny, you can never get enough.

Victoria breaks her one time rule for Sonny.

Victoria loves creampies.

Sonny and Victoria keeping up normal appearances throughout their affair but getting lost in each other inbetween.

Sonny and Victoria sneak off to a tropical vacation.

Alone for three weeks, Sonny and Victoria make use of the entire estate.

AU: Sonny and Victoria had an affair before Victoria met Michael.

Halloween SINspired.

"I know you want me more than Michael."

Victoria calling Sonny 'daddy'.

"I'm going to get you pregnant again and again..."

NON-SMUT PROMPTS (18+ still applies).

Michael kills Sonny and Victoria after finding out about their affair and 2 children together.

Sonny and Victoria being casually affectionate with one another in front of family.

Victoria confesses to Sonny she wants to have more children with him.

What Sonny and Victoria have together is true love.

Sonny nicknames Victoria "Vicky".

Sonny finds out Michael's cheating on Victoria.

Sonny and Victoria continue their affair elsewhere.

Victoria confesses her love, craving and desire for Sonny.

Victoria pregnant with Sonny's third child.

Soft loving affection and time spent together.

Victoria and Sonny's children calling Sonny as their father.

Michael kills Sonny and Victoria after finding out about their affair and 2 children together.

Sonny and Victoria replace their wedding bands together.

Sonny and Victoria fake their deaths and run off together.

Sonny and Victoria fake their deaths and run off together: Sonny's children confront them.

Love into Lies: The End – Michael finds out about Sonny and Victoria's affair.

Remake Married AU: Carlo punches Victoria and Sonny responds to his wife being hit.

AU: Sonny receives Luca Brasi's Sicilian message with Victoria by his side.

AU: Knocking on Sonny and Victoria's door.

Victoria never feeling more loved in her life than she does with Sonny.

Sonny assembling furniture topless + Victoria's arousal.

Victoria confesses to Sonny she wished she could have married him in the first place.

Victoria and Sonny in a secret relationship before Victoria marrying Michael and with Sonny fathering all of her children.

#moth to flame fic #moth to flame fanfic #victonny #victonny masterlist #victoria corleone #sonny corleone #santino corleone #sonny corleone x reader #sonny corleone x reader smut #godfather x reader #godfather smut

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… what about some Victonny smut where Victoria calls Sonny daddy 👀👀👀

Out of all the Corleone men, I only see Sonny liking being called “daddy”, I’m not gonna lie... 👀😳

'Daddy'.

“O-Oh my God…” You whine out against the pillow to muffle out your moans, clenching onto the bedsheets with all your remaining strength.

“You take it so good, baby,” Sonny breathes against your back; one hand cupped over your ass and the other arching your back in a face down, ass up doggy style position. “So fucking good.”

You curl your toes from the sensation of pleasure mixing with the pressure of all ten inches of Sonny’s cock thrusting into your pussy—stretching you and fucking you deep.

“More, more…” You squeeze your eyes shut, beginning to move your hips back to meet Sonny’s slow rhythm.

“Only if you promise you’re going to be a good girl this time,” Sonny gives your ass a playful smack, “or I won’t give you what you want.”

“Doubt you can hold back,” you giggle breathily, looking back at Sonny over your shoulder.

“Don’t tempt me, sugar,” Sonny chuckles, licking over his lips before leaning over and kissing you sloppily over the mouth. “I wanna make a mess inside that sweet pussy.”

“All yours, daddy,” you moan softly in Sonny’s mouth as he begins to pick up his pace, thrusting into you faster.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” Sonny tugs a fistful of your hair, arching your back again as he begins to ram his cock into your pussy.

“Yours, daddy, y-yours!” You squeal out, letting moan after moan escape your lips.

#godfather au #victonny #sonny corleone #santino corleone #sonny corleone x reader #moth to flame fic #moth to flame fanfic #moth to flame au #godfather x reader #not canon #sonny corleone smut #sonny corleone x reader smut #sonny corleone x oc smut #smut prompts

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Inspired by the gifset of Orly B putting together furniture or whatever it is for his little daughter‘s nursery can we please…

have a Victonny version where topless Sonny is working or putting together items for their daughter (can be Marriage AU, Sicily AU, Divorce AU etc) and Victoria is watching hornily and says seeing him like that wants her to be pregnant nonstop by him 🥵

Well, I see a mention of Mr. Bloom still made its way into a Victonny prompt request and that’s all I’ll say about that. 💀💀 You’ll have to bear with me here, I’ve never seen that gifset before but since we’re going off inspiration here… 😅 Venice AU Victonny! We don’t nearly have enough of this AU!! I’m still plagued by the flu but I was able to put this together today just for the Victonny fans. 😩

Nonstop.

“Darling?” You call out down the hallway, walking towards the nursery. “Are you in here?”

“Yeah, baby!” Sonny shouts back, setting a carved piece of wood down. “Just working on the kids’ new beds.”

A smile grows on your face as you lean against the nursery’s doorway. “You’re putting them together already? Oh—”

Your eyes widen to see various lengths of shaped and carved wood with sawdust still clinging to the sides surrounding Sonny; nothing at all like the pre-made and ready to install beds both of you were shopping for earlier this week.

“It took a while but I made it happen,” Sonny sets down his hammer, looking up at you.

The Venice summer heat is an unignorable one at that and despite having almost all the windows of the house open for air and the fans running, the sun gleams brightly through the nursery window at this hour—making it the warmest room in the villa.

As a result, you blush at the sight of the afternoon sun against Sonny’s tanned, bare skin; shirtless with his cross necklace dangling over his neck.

Only dressed in a pair of loose slacks, beads of sweat form over Sonny’s forehead as he gazes upon you with the same loving and adoring look you have in your eyes towards him.

“You’re putting it together yourself after all?” A surge of arousal rushes through you as you walk into the nursery.

“Mhmm,” Sonny nods, moving the nails on the ground next to him further away from the direction you’re walking in. “Graziella couldn’t pick one and I didn’t want her to anyway. I’m puttin’ it together so her bed has everything she likes from what we saw today.”

“I’m surprised,” you admit shyly, sitting on the ground across from Sonny cross-legged. “I always knew you were good with your hands but all of this from scratch… Wow, baby. I don’t know how you do it.”

Sonny gives you a lazy grin, nodding. “I liked putting things together, taking ‘em apart growing up. Experimented with a lot of hobbies. You do that when you have no idea what else you’d rather be doing.”

“Uh huh, I see that,” you laugh softly, watching your husband continue to assemble the wood pieces together. “Think I should bring the fan in here and help you cool off.”

“Heat doesn’t bother me, baby,” Sonny’s back and arm muscles tense and flex as he picks up a handful of wood, shifting his bodyweight.

“It looks good on you, that’s one thing,” you murmur quietly, eyeing the sweat glistening off Sonny’s skin.

“I heard that, you know,” Sonny smirks, turning his head back to face you.

“Now’s not the time for you to start teasing me,” you whine, “I think you know what you’re doing.”

“What I do know is that you won’t stop looking at me, eh?” Sonny picks up his hammer again, leaning over to the other side of the half-built bed.

“Just seeing you like this makes me want you again and again,” you clench your legs together, almost surprised by how quickly your arousal’s begun to take over you. “Like I could get pregnant nonstop.”

“You’re the one doing the teasing,” Sonny adjusts his cross necklace, moving towards you. “I could make it happen for you anytime, y’know that.” Sonny gives your thigh a playful smack. “Only I wanna hear you say that again first.”

“Say what?” Your face flushes red from blush, “that I want you to keep getting me pregnant again and again?”

“Uh huh,” Sonny inches closer towards you. “What are you waiting for?"

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Sonny absolutely worshipping Victoria and she’s never felt so loved, wanted and cared for

Did someone say Victonny fluff and romance? 😳💓

My Adoration.

“I love you, I love you,” Sonny murmurs inbetween each kiss over your cheek, intertwining his fingers with yours and holding you against his embrace with his free hand.

It’s one thing to expect love, to earn it, to know you deserve it and feel it behind closed doors, but another to be loved out loud repeatedly whether the whole world sees it or not.

In your university years you were seldom interested in romance for an abundance of reasons starting from your family’s “business” to how you could commit throughout such a tumultuous and important period of your life, but none of those thoughts would exist in your mind if Santino had crossed your path then.

Michael told you he loved you as did Sonny, but the sheer difference in how, when and why both men showed you love only came to prove one thing; you’ll never feel as loved, wanted and cared for by anyone else other than Sonny.

You realized you had love languages you never felt or got to explore before your romance and passion blossomed with Sonny.

Perhaps it was years of formality and rigid strictness with Michael that made you yearn for more colorful types of affection; the need to be craved and showered in affection.

Quality time together and physical touch only intensified for you and satisfied everything.

Sonny on the other hand is and always will be an eager lover insisting on pleasing as your pleasure is also his.

Unable to stop smiling between every kiss, feeling butterflies in your stomach from excitement of that fresh, promising love is simply euphoric to feel and it’s only ever been Sonny to introduce you to these emotions taking you by storm.

“You’re my everything, ya know that?” Sonny whispers, kissing your temple.

“I love you, Santino,” you blush back, embracing him tightly. “So much.”

Sonny doesn’t care if there’s prying eyes and ears. It only gives him further opportunity to brag and show you off to the world; Sonny wants others to know he loves and craves you and that he would only ever do such for you.

By Sonny’s side, you don’t need to second guess yourself or care for appearances; you don’t think of your long over divorce nor do you feel like the love you crave and give feel like too much.

Sonny worships the very ground you walk on; you’re his soulmate—loud and clear. You’re the woman of his dreams and he’s never cared for how he got to have you as everything in his way was just a means to an end.

The only regret Sonny can possibly admit to having is that he was married when he first met you. Inevitable of course, simply fate and time, but had Sonny been an unmarried man when you walked into Don Vito’s estate in 1949, he would have begged his father to let you marry him instead.

Then again, you would have wanted nothing but the same too.

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The scene in part 1 where Vito is in hospital and Sonny, Michael & others then Sonny receives the fish… well what if he had his wife there or something perhaps this AU is that he married Victoria, not Michael

Ooh, now this is a hell of an AU!! 😳 Victoria’s right there by Sonny’s side, just as involved in all of this as a mafiosi herself. 👀

A Sicilian Message.

“I don’t know,” Tom shifts in his seat, shaking his head and speaking to you and Sonny admist the discussion with Clemenza and Tessio. “I don’t know. It’s too much bad blood.”

“Nothing can be done about it now,” Clemenza frowns. “With Tattaglia and Barzini…”

Michael lets out a quiet sigh—sitting across from the others with his hand at this rate seemingly glued to the telephone, ringing Luca Brasi’s number over and over again as Sonny requests it, simply waiting to make the next call.

“I’ll deal with Tattaglia, you leave that with me,” Sonny points at his chest. “He’s got nothin’. Both of the bastards have it coming, right? What do you think, Vic?”

Sitting next to your husband, you purse your lips in disapproval. “I don’t think so, Sonny. With Tattaglia it seems too personal.”

“She’s got a point,” Tom nods back.

“Does that mean you’re gonna kill all those guys?” Michael asks, calmly spoken in comparison to the hectic ongoing chatter.

You glance up Michael just before Sonny gestures at him, brushing him off. “Hey, stay out of it for me okay, Mikey? Do me a favour, just stay out of it.”

“Sollozzo’s the key here, if we get rid of him then everything falls into place,” Tom adds, speaking towards Clemenza.

“In risk of starting another family war with Tattaglia and Barzini allied,” you counter. “It’s never going to be that easy.”

“Don Ferrari could do it,” a harmless suggestion from Clemenza’s behalf.

“Nah, come on—” Sonny scoffs, shaking his head. “No, no, we got Vic’s brothers helpin’ us, I ain’t getting the Don mixed up in all of this. Not while Pop’s still in the hospital.”

“Matteo may know of their connections, so I could get through to him,” you offer, “he always set up the meetings my father had between Sollozzo and his men.”

“Your father knows Sollozzo that well?” Michael speaks up.

“Does it matter?” Sonny scoffs, answering for you. “You still don’t know what’s going on, so stay out of it, kid.”

“As long as Luca didn’t sell out,” Tom mumbles under his breath.

“Go on, give him another call, Mike.” Sonny gestures towards the phone, “don’t stop ringing it either. If Luca sold out, we’re in a lot of trouble, I’m tellin’ you. A lot.”

“Luca wouldn’t,” you lace a hand with your husband, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Anyone but Luca. I wouldn’t believe it. He’s been grandfathered into this whole thing.”

“Mm, I don’t wanna believe it either, baby,” Sonny tugs on his curls, slouching in his seat. “But something in my gut tells me this ain’t a coincidence that Luca’s not getting back to us.”

“I’ve been trying to get in touch with Luca all night but I think he’s shacked up,” Clemenza shrugs his shoulders.

“He ain’t home yet?”

“He outta be. Mikey come on, ring the damn number already,” Sonny begins to grow agitated.

“It’s ringing,” Michael holds the telephone up to his ear, putting a new cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

“Doesn’t matter now if Luca ratted out or not, we have to think about father,” you speak up.

“That’s right,” Sonny rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. “Tom, you’re the consigliere. What are we gonna do if the old man dies? God forbid.”

“If we lose the old man…” Tom ponders the question—a frown growing over his lips. “We lose our political protection and half our strength. Like Victoria was saying, there’s loyalty grandfathered in here to the family but it all goes to the old man. Not us, and with that the other families might just support and go along with Sollozzo to avoid another long, messy war. It’s almost 1946, Sonny. You know nobody wants bloodshed anymore. If your father dies, you make the deal, Sonny.”

“Easy for you to say, Tom,” Sonny points an accusing finger at his step brother. “He’s not your father.”

“Sonny,” you frown, gently tugging on his arm. “Don’t.”

“I’m as much a son to him as you and Mike,” Tom hides the hurt in his tone from Sonny’s words. “You know that.”

Sonny sighs deeply, returning his attention to Michael who shakes his head and sets down the telephone again. “No answer.”

Just then, the sound of knocking can be heard over the back door—attracting everyone’s attention.

“What is it?” Sonny leans his head back. “Hey, Paulie, what do yo u want? Vic, c’mere.”

“Sonny, it’s okay—”

“The hell it is,” Sonny pulls you up out of your seat by your hips, moving you to his side. “C’mere. With the shit going down tonight I don’t know who to trust. Don’t sit by the door, baby. Paulie, come on.”

“Paulie, I thought I told you to stay put,” Clemenza furrows his brows.

Paulie enters, somewhat out of breath. “I know, but there’s a guy at the front gate out there and he said he had a package.”

“A package? What package?” Sonny stares at Paulie. “Tessio, go on. Let the kid stay in here.”

“Yeah, I got it,” Tessio rises to his feet, quietly exiting.

“You want me to hang around?” Paulie asks awkwardly, glancing around the room.

“Yeah, I want you to hang around,” Sonny says forcefully, keeping a hand over your thigh as you sit on the armrest of his seat. “You okay or what?”

“Yeah,” Paulie coughs into the crumpled up napkin in his hand. “I’m fine.”

“Okay, you look like shit,” Sonny points out. “You want some food or something? You hungry?”

“No, no, I’m fine,” Paulie refuses, wiping his nose.

“Sweat that thing out then, go have a drink. Brandy will do you good. Vic,” Sonny glances up at you, “we still got the bottle of brandy in the kitchen?”

“Mhmm,” you nod back.

“Okay good,” Sonny points towards the door. “Go on, get some. It’ll be good for you.”

“Yeah, okay,” Paulie awkwardly accepts, shuffling towards the kitchen. “I’ll go get some then.”

From the moment the door closes behind Paulie, Sonny’s grip tightens over your thigh as he points towards Clemenza with his free hand. “I want you to take care of this son of a bitch right away, you got that? Paulie sold out the old man. I know he’s the one behind it. You better make that the first thing on your list, you understand?”

“Understood,” Clemenza responds quietly.

“And Mikey,” Sonny turns to face his youngest brother, “tomorrow you and Luca can get some of his guys and drive around Luca’s place—scour it out and see.”

“Listen,” Tom holds his hands up, “I don’t think we should get Mikey mixed up too directly in this, Sonny. It’s not a good idea.”

“I agree,” you speak up, making eye contact with Michael. “It’s too much. He shouldn’t get that close.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright then,” Sonny relaxes, sighing. “Then hang around the house a bit, make the calls and help.”

Michael nods back, remaining silent.

Tessio comes back into the room only a split second later, balancing a heavy wrapped up package in his hands. “Says its for you, Sonny.”

Sonny stares at the package Tessio places on his lap. “What the hell is this?” He unwraps the packaging, revealing a soaked bulletproof vest wrapped around two fresh fish.

“It’s a Sicilian message,” you reply, staring in disdain at the fish and recognizing it’s the vest Luca would always wear doing jobs for Vito and Clemenza’s men. “It means Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes.”

“Oh, Jesus…” Tom mutters under his breath. “He’s dead. They killed him.”

Furrowing his brows, Sonny gazes up at you, slowly shaking his head. “They got him too.”

#godfather au #victonny #sonny corleone #santino corleone #sonny corleone x reader #moth to flame fic #moth to flame fanfic #prompts #moth to flame au #godfather x reader #not canon

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How about this for a request…

Sonny and Victoria fake their deaths and run off together

In this AU perhaps neither have children and are only married? Or maybe the twins are still really young so Victoria decides to run away with them too? Maybe Michael has been having affairs? But Victoria and Sonny decide that their love and need for each other is just so powerful and important to let it be lessened

I knew this one was coming one way or another. 🥴 The Victonny run aways… How about a little bit of everything mentioned added to this prompt?! 😳

“It’s easier than you think, baby,” Sonny murmurs, stroking your hair gently. “But once it’s done, we can’t go back. We can’t be here, we can’t be seen, and we can’t stay in the country. We’d have to leave for good.”

“I don’t care,” you whisper against Sonny’s chest—curled up to your lover’s body. “I already know if we tried to make it work here, we could never live.” Your eyes meet with Sonny’s, “it would just be paranoia controlling our lives. I know we’d have to go far, far away. I always knew that.”

Sonny tilts your chin up, pecking a gentle kiss over your lips. “But it doesn’t have to be that bad, sweetheart. We’re only giving up familiarity for each other and I’m more than willing to do that.” Sonny squeezes both of your hands in his, “are you with me?”

“I am,” tears begin to pool in your eyes as your throat tightens. “But how would we ever do it? Where would we go?”

“Just leave that all to me, baby,” Sonny rests his forehead against yours. “I’ve got it all handled, don’t you worry. We’re gonna get the hell out of here, we’ll take the twins, and we won’t look back. Nobody will look for us because we’ll be dead.”

A person of your reputation faking your death came to being nearly impossible, let alone done so with the twins and Sonny meaning both your babies and your brother-in-law died.

It can’t be done separately or too close back to back, so the deaths of all four of you had to be faked at the same time in a way that wouldn’t raise suspicion or investigation.

Sonny knows there’ll need to be some sort of evidence that can prove the death so you and him aren’t hunted down for the rest of your lives, but he also knows your plan must be foolproof to get away with in the first place.

‘Nothing ever comes easy. Nothing.’ You’d face the wall, sleeping on your side so you wouldn’t have to face Michael or the truth of your crumbling marriage.

It didn’t matter to you after all whether Michael knew or not that you were aware he was having “harmless” little affairs here and there with woman after woman.

You were only grateful he had so much work to do that business kept Michael distracted; Michael could never say you were acting cold or distant simply because he never had enough time to spend with you to come to such a conclusion.

Still so as not to raise any suspicions, you and Sonny avoided too much contact with each other during the last few weeks before you’d flee the United States for good.

“We’ll make plans to see Don Molinari in California,” Sonny’s fingers rubbed against your gold wedding band to Michael—more than insistent to see it off and replaced with his. “It’ll have to be weeks away and confirmed. I’ll get into contact with the Don so he has reason to see us first.”

Naturally, this would seal your fate. You’d neither be able to return to the United States or Sicily again but rather continuing your life in a small town within Venice on the other end of Italy would come to define you and the upbringing of the twins.

“We’ll make the trip by car without any bodyguards,” Sonny began to understand the plan was growing more and more difficult with each mention, but refused to back down. “We’ll leave unnoticed so that nobody questions whose accompanying us, but also that Michael and the others know we’ll be travelling to see Don Molinari.”

Sonny had already bought and secured a little villa in Venice; nothing grandiose or over the top luxurious as to become an eyesore or bring attention to the two of you, but a perfect home to raise the twins and children of your own with Sonny someday.

“We’ll make it to the border where my contact will meet us to take us to the airport,” Sonny’s fingers slowly began to coax the wedding band off of your ring finger. “And we’ll have the car blown to shreds. They’ll think we were assassinated by Don Molinari’s men or that our rivals secured our locations and came to us first. It’ll look like a massacre.”

You’re more than fine with giving up the notion of living a life as luxurious as you do in Lake Tahoe.

All of it loses meaning when you can’t do so with the man you truly love, and the life you’ve been craving to live with Sonny and the twins in Venice almost overwhelms you with emotion from just how desperate you are to get away from it all and start a new life.

“They’ll also find out then and there that the twins also ‘died’,” Sonny slides your wedding band off your finger. “Michael and the others will spend weeks against Don Molinari or whomever else they suspect to—” he rolls his eyes, gesturing away, “avenge our ‘deaths’ and that’ll buy us time—”

“Sonny—” You interrupt, swallowing hard and on the verge of tears. “A-and if it doesn’t work? If we can’t get away in time—”

“Then we’ll die,” Sonny states out flatly, unmoved by the reality of what will truly happen if all goes wrong. “And we’ll die together but I’m not staying here like a prisoner anymore, Vic. Either the two of us are gonna go out there and be together or we’ll die and watch it escape out of our hands.” Sonny glances off to the side, giving out a small sigh. “But it doesn’t matter, does it?”

“What do you mean?” You blink back tears. “Of course it does.”

“We’ll still be together,” Sonny gazes into your eyes, “if not in this life, then the next, Vic. That’s just how it is.”

Death—how the concept seems so poetic to you now knowing love is bound within it.

Still, it’s all the more preferable than waking up in the morning in the arms of a man you no longer love or even loved at all; pretending to be someone else, feigning happiness and being promised a lifetime of misery with your children.

“Then that’s the risk I’m willing to take,” you whisper back, nodding frantically. “Please, Sonny, let’s go. Please. I can’t take it here anymore.”

Nothing could possibly matter more.

The news of you and Sonny’s ‘deaths’ was all the more amplified over the media for weeks once the realization struck that the twins were also killed.

Sonny and you slipped out of the United States without a trace, immediately on the next flight to Venice with false names and in economy class with everyone else so as not to draw attention to yourselves.

The news hit Michael first who suspected a planned assassination, thinking of it to be done by the Molinari family especially since you and the twins were involved.

It promised nothing but a bloody mafia war ahead—a complete insult and sense of hatred towards the Corleones to not only kill the Don’s wife but his heirs as well.

In reality, you and the twins couldn’t possibly be more safe. Every mile that you flew closer to Venice, the more you felt your heart yearn for a taste of freedom and this new life.

You could care less what others may say about you behind your back—whether they call you selfish or foolish to take the twins with you on a ‘business trip’ or anything else because you were no longer Mrs. Michael Corleone—the woman trapped between the love she was withering away in versus the one she wanted to be in.

In Venice, you were free.

“I’ve never seen you like this, baby,” Sonny playfully nuzzles your neck, embracing you from behind it. “I thought it would take you a little while to settle in but nah, look at you, huh? Look at you.”

“Sonny—” You let out a breathy giggle, feeling your new husband’s hands over your growing baby bump.

“Just teasin’, baby,” Sonny grins, giving your cheek a wet kiss. “I just love seeing you happy like this, that’s all.”

“Dada!” Little Niccolo exclaims, rushing up to the two of you on the balcony.

“Oh no, little guy,” Sonny’s quick to lean down and scoop up the rushing toddler. “We’re not gonna be running on the balcony, even if you get this excited to see your mama.”

Beaming happily, you lean over and smooch both of Niccolo’s cheeks—holding him in your arms. “He’ll finally have a chance to play with the neighbor’s children—go to school, live like a normal kid.”

“It’s what he needs,” Sonny chuckles quietly. “It’s what we all need.”

Sonny takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over it before squinting his eyes towards the afternoon sun warming over his skin. “All of it was worth it. All of it, baby.”

“I don’t even think about it anymore,” you embrace your husband tightly, gazing out the balcony view towards the sea with a blabbering Niccolo in your arms. “I haven’t for weeks.”

“Nobody’s looking for us anymore,” Sonny nods, kissing the top of you and Niccolo’s heads. “But all I can think of is how we should have done this a long time ago, baby.”

#godfather au #victonny #sonny corleone #santino corleone #sonny corleone x reader #moth to flame fic #moth to flame fanfic #prompts #moth to flame au #godfather x reader #not canon

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Hi, please do with Michael finding out that Victoria and Sonny are having an affair, and that Victoria is pregnant with him, him catching them in the act

What we’ve all been waiting for… Michael finding out about Victonny once and for all. 😶 It was only inevitable after all.

Love into Lies: The End.

One business trip after another, meetings lasting for hours, politicians and powerful men seeking to revel in Corleone power as Michael balanced the reputation and legacy of his family as Don while avoiding and diverting a potential war all rested in Michael’s hands.

1957 had been passing by with long absences from Michael away from the family, but that was no excuse nor the reasoning behind your budding affair with Sonny, your brother-in-law behind your husband’s back.

Michael could have very well been present every single day at the compound and yet you and Sonny would still have been grasping at straws to justify being together and make opportunities happen.

The truth is, the nature of your affair and romance with Sonny never had anything to do with Michael’s absence.

Perhaps the bitterness and hatred boiling in Michael towards it all would have not been quite as intense if the truth of the matter was that Sonny began to curl up to you and seduce you while Michael was away. That would have made sense.

Michael has already forced himself to swallow the truth, however. You didn’t care for Michael’s absence or presence because all you thought about, craved and wanted was Sonny.

Michael had to accept that his wife on her own accord fell in love with Sonny and desired him just as much as Sonny desired her. Nothing could change this, and nothing could remedy it either.

Only Michael and Tom knew of your affair as Michael confided in him and only him; the only brother Michael can trust. Neither men have any intention on spreading word of the affair around the compound but rather dealing with it secretly without involving anyone else.

The latter, however, became impossible once Michael examined your medical checkup reports and pregnancy records. There was no way someone else could not be involved when you also gave birth to two of Sonny’s children—not Michael’s.

Your son Angelo and Daughter Isabella that you had welcomed to this world was loved, cared by and adored by Michael under the belief that they were his when in reality you had been giving birth to Sonny’s children.

Four cigarettes in, Michael remains seated in his office chair unmoving and with no colour or expression to his face; all emotion deadened as he holds his cigarette in-between his fingers and lets ash build up on the tip.

Feeling nauseous from the revelations and anxious, Tom sits across from Michael and lowers his gaze to the ground; a hand clasped over his mouth, left completely speechless from the truth.

Having not exited his office in three hours and cancelled all of his business meetings and plans for the day, you and Sonny remain completely oblivious to what Michael has come to realized—preoccupied with your day and household tasks.

“Dada!” Michael remembers greeting Angelo and Isabella after arriving home from a business meeting—kissing both of his childrens’ cheeks and spending as much quality time as he could with his growing family.

Now, Michael feels completely detatched from Angelo and Isabella, as if they were strangers. Michael isn’t their father, he’s their uncle and yet now from all the lies unfolded, he feels no love or sympathy towards them anymore.

“Mikey, I don’t…” Tom’s voice falters as he swallows hard. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, Tom,” Michael repeats, staring at the wall across from him. “There’s nothing you need to say at all.”

“What about Isabella and Angelo?” Tom shakes his head. “What will be done about them? They’re just children.”

“Not my children for as far as I’m concerned,” Michael replies back coldly. “They are just children, yes, but they won’t be raised here. Clemenza will arrange for them to be raised with Don Tomassino in Sicily.”

“Right,” Tom takes in a deep breath, realizing the children won’t exactly have parents anymore once this is all over and dealt with. “I’ll get in touch with him. And…?”

Michael’s eyes meet Tom’s as he raises his cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag from it. “That’s what I’ve been thinking about—what to do with them.”

“Mike,” Tom begins, “I think you should talk to Don Ferrari before—”

“Before what, Tom?” Michael interrupts. “What will he do about his daughter once I tell him she’s been having an affair with my brother? He chooses to be involved in the marriages of his children, unlike our father. He will always have an opinion and say in anything that revolves his daughter. I’ll save Victoria the shame of telling her father the truth while she’s still alive.”

“So you’ll kill her then,” Tom lowers his voice, in disbelief. “You’ll have her killed knowing her father will come for revenge.”

“He won’t,” Michael brushes off the thought, blowing out smoke around him. “Nobody wants another war, Tom. He’ll become my enemy, but he can’t act out against me just yet, regardless of how he feels.”

“He’ll never justify his daughter’s death unless she betrayed the family,” Tom points out.

“Yes, exactly,” Michael agrees, “so then we’ll tell Don Ferrari what he’ll want to hear but that’ll be the end of our allyship and relations with the Ferrari’s.”

“But what about Leonardo and Connie?” Tom frowns, “this is going to come back to haunt them.”

“It won’t,” Michael denies, “Leonardo is a good man. Besides his father, he’s the only man of the Ferrari family I trust. He’s good to Connie and now he’s Connie’s husband. Victoria’s infidelity isn’t going to destroy apart a happy marriage.”

‘The irony.’ Tom rakes a hand through his hair out of frustration, nodding grimly. “God, I’m so sorry, Mike. I’m sorry. I can’t believe this is all happening—that this all happened.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Michael taps off the ashes from his cigarette. “This will be dealt with.”

“You wouldn’t consider separating them, would you?” Tom offers. “Perhaps keeping Sonny in New York but detached from the family and Victoria in Sicily.”

“I could have those two on the opposite ends of the world and they’d still find their way to each other,” Michael’s eyes harden. “That’s what they’ve been doing behind my back for years now.”

“They must have thought about the consequences,” Tom mutters under his breath, “they must have thought about something.”

“I’m sure they have,” Michael takes another drag from his cigarette, “and I assume they came to the conclusion that the only consequences available are death. Yet they still continued their affair and birthed two children out of wedlock, putting me under the belief they were mine. That tells me everything.”

Tom raises his head, looking at Michael with worry. “What do you mean?”

“I mean they believe it’s worth it,” Michael states. “All of this was worth it to them. Lovebirds blinded and sickened by their own unnatural affair; brother-in-law and sister-in-law, both married with children. They would die together in each other’s arms if they had to and I will not give them the opportunity to be together in death as they were in life.”

Tom’s heart pounds in his chest from Michael’s words, seeing no ounce of forgiveness or pity left in his brother; nothing but pure spite and bitterness.

“I want Rocco and Al to bring them here now,” Michael speaks calmly, “and I want to hear the confessions come out of their mouths before I explain to them every last detail of their death. I want them to watch each other die, unable to do anything about it.”

“When my turn?! When my turn?!” Angelo claps his hands excitedly, watching Sonny begin to reel in his catch.

“When you’re old enough, buddy!” Sonny calls back with a grin, “I promise! Uncle Fredo and I’ll take you as many times as you want.”

“I’ll even teach you some of my favourite fishing tricks your uncle and I use!” Fredo nods, closing up the tin of bait next to him on the boat.

Standing on the docks with your arms crossed, you chuckle to yourself—unable to wipe the smile off your face.

Regardless of whether little Angelo may think of Sonny as his uncle and not his father, there’s always been more than just a “nephew and uncle” bond between the two; a secret you don’t intend on telling Angelo or his little sister for many, many years.

Sonny reels out a trout, quick to set it down in the boat before catching your eye and giving you a wave, smirking.

You blush, waving back from a distance—letting the spring air flow over you and your dress as you watch over Sonny and Fredo over the water, beginning to move the boat towards the docks.

“You wanna grab that lucky fishing rod of yours, eh?” Sonny begins to carefully hook another piece of bait onto his fishing rod.

“Uh huh, and this time I’m gonna say a hail Mary like I always do,” Fredo nods ecstatically, eager to get to the docks.

Distracted from watching the two, you gasp softly when you feel a hand touch your hip; not overly affectionate but to signal whose come to join you.

“Hi, darling,” you glance over to your side, seeing Michael standing next to you.

“Hello,” Michael greets—somewhat withdrawn from his distant tone of voice only to muffle down the pain he begins to feel doubling inside of him seeing you now. “Enjoying yourself?”

You nod, letting out a soft laugh. “Well, it gives me something to do as the laundry dries. It’s been a slow day, surprisingly.”

What you don’t know as Michael’s briefly distracted you in some small talk is that Rocco whispers something to Esther—the nanny—who gives him a brief nod before smiling at Angelo, talking all sweet like and leading him back towards the central family estate.

Al Neri makes conversation with Fredo and Sonny by the docks, handing Fredo’s his favourite “lucky” fishing rod before joining the two men on the boat—seemingly all harmless in your perspective.

“You didn’t want to join them?” Michael asks, gesturing to Sonny and Fredo paddling off into the lake again.

“Oh, no,” you say back sheepishly, shaking your head. “I can always enjoy a good view but fishing isn’t my thing. You know I’d get seasick all over again!”

“Surprising,” Michael comments—his tone of voice growing colder with each word. “You never leave his side if you can help it.”

“His side…?” You blink, turning your head to face Michael.

Michael stares back at you; his gaze hardened and affixed with bitterness and cruelty. It’s a look that instantly causes waves of anxiety to rush through you enough to make you feel queasy and weak in the knees, but it’s also a look that tells you Michael knows more than you do.

Michael nods slowly, realizing you’ve figured out what he means now. “Or is that something you’ve figured to do in my absence? You don’t get too close to your lover so I continue not to suspect.”

Your breath hitches as you swallow hard—freezing in spot. Unable to speak, unable to think of anything, your muscles tense up as shock and worry course through you.

“You and I were here only two weeks ago,” Michael speaks to you in a soft, calm tone. “We watched the sun rise early in the morning. We remained here for two hours, talking to one another. I held you in my arms and there I debated whether I should tell you then or tell you after breakfast that I had another upcoming business trip that week. I did not tell you because I wanted to spend that loving moment with my wife and push aside my work, and even when I left, I thought about you and the morning we shared together. Had I known—” Michael’s voice begins to grow sharper, “that you were having an affair with Santino—cheating on me, lying to me, betraying me for years on end, that morning would have ended very differently.

You swallow hard, feeling tears begin to pool up in your eyes.

Rocco keeps his eyes over both you and the boat Sonny, Fredo and Al Neri are in—signalling to Al Neri with subtle hand gestures and glances.

Al keeps his hand over his pistol concealed inside his suit jacket, pretending to listen into the conversation Fredo and Sonny make amongst one another while fishing—waiting for the Don’s final word.

“I don’t want to know why,” Michael continues. “I don’t want to know why you chose him, when you did and how you did it. I don’t want to know because it serves me no purpose, like our marriage that you chose to destroy and sully.”

“You wouldn’t have let me go anyway,” you manage to croak out.

“Would I have not?” Michael raises a brow. “Should you have filed for divorce and kept the children with me and the same upon Santino, do you really think I would spend my time scouring the ends of the earth to track down two lovers meeting again elsewhere? You should have done that, Victoria. You should have told me and then you should have left. You disgrace my home with your adultery and you do so with my brother. How long did you think I wouldn’t have noticed, hmm?”

“I… I don’t—”

Michael grabs your wrist, staring you dead in the eyes. “You lied to me. You lied to our children, and you gave birth to the children of another man. You made me father my brother’s children under a lie.”

Smiling and scraping off fish scales from the bucket of what he and Fredo have caught today, Sonny gazes up at you—ignoring Michael by your side completely and admiring your beauty.

“M-Michael—” you sniffle, feeling your throat tighten. “You’re hurting me—”

“I’m going to do a lot more than hurt you,” his words sink into you like poison. “When I look at you now, I see nothing. I don’t see my wife, I don’t see my best friend, and I don’t see the mother of my children. I see nobody. You are nothing to me, Victoria. I loved you and I was never unfaithful to you but now you have none other to blame other than yourself. Our children will grow up motherless.”

You flinch, hearing the sound of a pistol going off.

You quickly turn your head towards the lake—Michael refusing to let go of your wrist without budging a muscle only to see the boat sprayed crimson with blood, the same blood splattered over Fredo’s face who sits in a state of shock on the boat.

Neri stares down at Sonny’s lifeless body crumpled onto the boat now pooling with his blood and with a bullet in the back of Sonny’s head.

“Think about your next words and actions very wisely,” Michael warns you as Rocco begins to approach you from behind. “Should you wish for Angelo and Isabella not to join your fate.”

“Sonny—”

Rocco grabs your wrists, roughly pulling them behind your back to tie them tightly with rope as two other bodyguards of Michael’s begin to approach from both sides, cornering you two.

“I’m going to save you the embarrassment of how you’ll feel once your family discovers everything,” Michael stares at you with disgust. “But for all everyone else knows, you drowned in a tragic accident at the lake. I would never let you die with him.”

Rocco presses the tip of his pistol onto your back when you resist, immediately ceasing your movements.

“M-Michael, please, p-please—” You breathe out weakly, gasping for air throughout your sobs as your body quivers against the ropes being tied around your ankles and wrists.

“While my brother’s body rots in the bottom of Lake Tahoe, I won’t let your remains touch his, even in death.”

“Michael!” You cry out in protest, feeling the tightness of the ropes sting and etch into your skin but Michael has no intention on letting your screams notify anyone else in the family.

“Goodbye, Victoria,” it’s Michael who pushes you into the lake with a quick shove, watching you splash into the cold water unable to move, wriggle free or fight against the currents.

Michael puts both of his hands in the pockets of his trousers, pursing his lips and watching you drown and attempt to thrash around with a monotone expression over his face.

Water burns your lungs with each helpless breath you take amidst the water and waves engulfing and overpowering you as you begin to drown—your eyes burning from your tears and vision blurred only to see Sonny’s blood mixing into the water near you.

Michael’s heart forever remains cold and hardened. Whatever humanity he had towards his family is destroyed, but he willingly dons the blood of his wife and brother on his hands.

#godfather au #victonny #sonny corleone #santino corleone #sonny corleone x reader #moth to flame fic #moth to flame fanfic #prompts #moth to flame au #godfather x reader #not canon

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