Older!König X Innocent!reader Fluff

Peregrinus ubique

On oubliera aussi nos humeurs puisque le ciel n'est jamais le meme.

He had travelled with me everywhere. Believing in our love, becasue there was no other type of faith. And that's partially how our life moved on. It was the rain that continuously fell to our hair until it fully wet it, immersing it to full salty natural water. As if there was some principal actually making the sky cry to our souls becasue we tainted it full love.

It is forbidden to stay with a man. We knew that but love had done a good job in getting inside our heads and hearts, controlling every single move of our life. Where can we find the tools that help you to defeat this chevalier?

Besides that, we were abandoned by our family and by our God. They all thought that we were betraying them and the faith. But it was the opposite. While loving eachother, we had a stronger faith in family and God, besides religion which perhaps, wasn't as importand as we thought it was. So, yes, we betrayed religion but we didn't betray the truth.

Do you know what's the truth?

The flames inside our hearts.

Princess Carlos

louise: "congratulations, honey, on the final race, welcome home to me and the girls" 😭

Goodfellas (1990)

Hawaii.

While listening to “wayamaya” by lana del rey (lizzy grant) made me feel all good about summer. Here in my hometown is hot as fuck. And I’m dying from the heat; summer is hot and floral. Not floral as in “full of flowers” but the atmosphere of it. Like, singing country songs while running through the fields full of green and flowers, with the sun shining and hitting on my head; but I put a hat over my head and a pair of sunglasses, happy with what I have. My mother has brought me up this way: free and young. She says that we can be 80years old and still feel young and free. In fact, she had taught me to keep living through everything, either hard or easy. She has taught me to be easygoing, thoughtless and free; the most important part is to live the carpe diem or nocte diem. So, to live the present day; the “me” of today. Is it possible to be you when you want to be you? Yes.

So can I be free and easygoing, today? Of course.

The point is: be happy with what you have. You have little money, no worries. Live the little things you have around you. It’s not hard you know? I am writing this while being me. It’s summer and it’s hot as hell, but I keep on running through these fields of words; unknown words. Like me.

I might know who I am and how I am, but you don’t. Am I running now through your mind?

Oh yes I am.

I might be crazy but what I say is true.

Us, poets, have the right to control readers’ thoughts. We have a unique talent; dancing to elvis presley’s harmonies and putting words in a sheet paper. We are all set to follow the command of our creativity, which allows us to put words together and to bring the imagination of something impossible into your eyes.

And that’s why we are poets. We are big wave surfers living in the Wayamaya bay.

Bruised Fruit Masterlist

Summary: Gloria falls like overripe fruit from a wilting tree branch, and Michael Corleone intends to devour her amidst the rot and decay that's long since taken root in his family, intent on dooming her with him for a chance at another heir.

Warnings: Canon divergence, sexually explicit content, infidelity, period typical attitudes, negative discussions of abortion, Catholicism, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) related to WWII, breeding kink, death, angst, emotional manipulation [This will be expanded as more chapters are added]

Takes place Part II onward. No Kay hate.

Do not interact if you are under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content. I will block you.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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?"

henry is a gemini…?