Imagine…
Michael Corleone x fem reader
The godfather 1
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Imagine..
Meeting Michael Corleone in your hometown in Sicily, while he was hiding from the mafia. He hadn’t planned on trying to meet any women here..but when he saw you, everything changed.
You had been walking out of mass with your younger cousin, holding her smaller hand in your own, turning to take the short cut home, that’s when you saw him. And by God, had he seen you too.
His face held one of shock and admiration as he stared at you, and you stared at him. He was the most gorgeous man you had ever seen, and you were the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on.
When he finally convinced your father to allow him to start courting you, he’d take you on walks, both of you trying to walk as far away as your chaperones as possible.
One time you had even fallen, as you were both running away, laughing as he dragged your arm. You had cut your small hand, not that it hurt much, but you remembered Michael pressing a soft kiss to the back of it anyway.
He would brush off any questions of what he did back in New York, and when you’d ask what his job was he’d simply answer “I work for the family business”
You remember the night he proposed. It had all happened so quick, not that you were complaining. Within weeks you were engaged to him. You loved him, in ways you weren’t aware a woman loved a man until you met him.
The day of the wedding you walked into the quiet village, dancing around the sitting circle of guests. You hadn’t known how to dance, and so he tried his best to teach you, which ended up in lots of laughter and teasing.
Most importantly, you remember your wedding night. The way he touched you, made you feel, taught you things you didn’t know, but most of all, the way he looked at you.
He looked at you like nothing else in the world mattered in that moment, like you were a delicate angel, and you were all his.
You wouldn’t have it any other way, when you’d wake up with him every morning, and eat breakfast together, and he’d kiss your cheek before going to meet with Don Tommassino.
The best however was the day he told you he wasn’t going back to New York, that he was going to stay in Sicily, so you could be with your family, the two of you there, together and always.
