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hi! can you pls make a scenario where Victoria dies like the way Mary dies in the 3rd film? tyty

The prompt request of all requests… 🥺 My God, angst is just SO popular with these two as of late!! 💔 I haven’t seen the third film (nor will I ever lol) but I did watch a clip of that scene and of course, I’m always ready to provide more angst hehe. I made a couple of differences in the scenario but all I have to say is: warning, lots and LOTS of angst in this one…! 1958, Las Vegas, New Year’s Eve, lots of tears. 😭💔

[ 1958, Las Vegas ]

“And what did I tell you?” Lacing a hand with you, Michael leads you out of the front entrance of the Tropigala. “You were perfect, and it’s obvious I’m not the only one who thinks that. The journalists in New Hampshire will be talking about your speech for Dartmouth for weeks to come.”

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks, and I try not,” you blush, squeezing Michael’s hand and stepping into the cool evening air. “No matter what the papers may claim. Only our family matters.”

“They’ve yet to know the real you.” Michael raises your hand up to his mouth, giving it a kiss as the twins skip outside behind you two next to Esther. “And I can respect that.”

You give Michael a beaming smile, now growing aware your bodyguards continue to accompany you both down the steps with the rest of your family following behind in the midst of conversation with one another.

‘One million for the hit, five million if it lands in the heart.’ Your personal bodyguard Ritchie repeats to himself in his head like a mantra, keeping a close eye on your body’s movements. ‘Just her. Not the Don, not the Don…’

“I couldn’t hide it from you though, right?” You let out a soft laugh. “You figured me out right away, even though I used an alias to make my donations.”

“The funds you sent to Dartmouth to fund education, pay off random tuitions and so forth? Yes.” Michael confirms, “I knew it was you from the start, darling.”

“Mama, mama!” Verona exclaims, trying to get your attention as she excitedly clutches onto the family camera. “Wait for meeee!” She skips down the stairs with Niccolo past you to get in front. “We can take another picture!”

“You two have learned how to use that already?” A small, faint smile can be seen on Michael’s lips as both you and him stop on the staircase.

“One million…” Ritchie mutters to himself out loud, moving to the side of the staircase so he’ll have a better chance at shooting you from your front instead of your back. “For the…”

“But I want you two in the picture too!” You giggle, smoothening out your dress.

“We can get Mr. Neri to take a picture of all of us after too!” Niccolo suggests, looking with anticipation at the camera in Verona’s hands as she raises it up to her eye.

“Yeah!” Verona agrees, “first I get mama in her pretty dress next to daddy!”

“For the hit…” Ritchie swallows hard, pretending to itch his chest and look off to the side while he reaches in his inner suit pocket for his concealed pistol. “Five million…”

“Ready?! One…two…” Verona aims the camera as still as she can, remembering all the tips and tricks she learned from Connie and Sandra to snap the perfect photograph.

Michael stands next to you, wrapping a loving arm around your waist to prepare for the photograph only to find himself completely distracted by the look over Niccolo’s face.

Just before Verona’s about to count down to three and take the photograph, Niccolo turns his head to see Ritchie standing by the lower side of the staircase—pulling out his pistol and aiming it directly at your chest.

“Three!” Everything happens instantly with little to no time to process or react.

‘Five million…if it lands in the heart.’ Just as Verona snaps the photograph, not only does she capture Ritchie firing his gun towards your heart, but also the panicked and furious look over Rocco and Al Neri’s face in the background as they pull out both of their pistols to fire back at Ritchie in response to protect you, but it’s too late.

In just a split second as Michael begins to realize what’s going on, Ritchie’s bullet lodges just to the side of your heart—narrowly missing it.

The impact is so sudden and harsh that it causes you to jolt in Michael’s arms as you gasp out in horror, barely aware of what’s just happened to you.

“VICTORIA!” You hear Michael scream accompanied by two more bullets fired in close range, two bodies unbeknownst to you dropping to the ground and more horrified shrieks by all of your family members.

The warm, bubbly smile off Verona’s face fades instantly as her hands grow weak. The camera drops and shatters to the ground, rolling off the steps of the Tropigala as Verona’s entire body freezes from shock. “Mama?”

“MAMA!” Niccolo attempts to rush up to you but Sonny with tears swelling in his eyes instantly snatches your son up in his eyes to pull him away from the sight of you.

The only thing you’re aware of and can focus on is the incomparable, agonizing pain inside of you from the gunshot. It’s as if you were kicked straight in the chest by something ten times your strength and size, knocking all the wind and energy out of your body.

You gasp out, choking on the blood that you begin to vomit out of your throat and collapse into Michael’s arms whose the only one there to hold you as panic ensues all around.

You aren’t even aware that Rocco and Al have shot Ritchie the second after he shot you, causing an instant death to the assassin you would have never expected, let alone the first scream of terror coming from Theresa who fainted almost immediately after.

Connie had collapsed to her knees in terror, held back and shielded by Leonardo as the rest of your brothers ran up to you and Michael but didn’t touch you or try to intervene—even they knew from the blood soaking through your white dress and from the entry of the bullet that you would die moments after to no avail.

In the next following seconds, Sonny had managed to pull away a motionless Verona to turn away from looking at you convulsing in Michael’s arms, and the pain inside of your chest now began to sear and burn as if a hot poker was shoved right through you.

“M-Michael—” you coughed up blood over Michael’s suit, shaking and clutching onto him as Michael shook you in his arms and held you tightly.

“Victoria?!” Stunned and in a state of horror to see the massive pool of blood forming over your chest as you shakily looked down at the injury that would kill you, Michael could do nothing but hold you in his arms as you saw tears flow out of his eyes uncontrollably. “VICTORIA! NO!”

You hiccupped, coughing up wads of dark blood before growing almost entirely weak all over. Michael could barely hold you up with how he began to shake from fear, seeing you about to lose your life with absolutely nothing that can be done to stop it.

“SECURE THIS PLACE, NOW!” Lorenzo shouted over the screams of the crowd inside of the Tropigala and forced himself not to look over at his dying sister, knowing now the only realistic thing Lorenzo and your brothers can do for you is protect the rest of your family from other potential assassins that may have accompanied Ritchie for the hit.

You collapsed to your knees on the staircase with Michael who placed his hand over your chest helplessly to try and stop the bleeding.

“Michael,” you breath your last, saying your husband’s name as your eyes roll back and darkness consumes your vision.

Dead, your lifeless body lays on the steps of the Tropigala as Michael frantically tries to shake you awake and check for a pulse.

“No, no, NO!” Michael screams, pulling you up into his arms.

Esther attempts to hug and hold onto the twins but can barely breathe from her own sobbing, devastated just as everyone else is around you but neither Verona or Niccolo have turned their gaze off of their dead mother since the bullet fired.

“No, no, no—oh God.” Michael swallows hard, cupping your cheeks and giving you a shake. “Don’t do this to me, Victoria. Don’t do this to me! DON’T DO THIS TO ME!”

“Michael, she’s—” Connie reaches her hand out towards the two of you but Michael instantly pulls you back, protectively holding you to himself.

“No, she’s not!” Michael grits his teeth, hugging you tightly. “My wife, she’s—Victoria’s—” Michael pulls back to see your head tilting back, your eyes closed and feeling no pulse by your neck.

You are gone and the devastating realization sinks into Michael’s heart just now. “She’s…” Michael caresses your face, confused momentarily by the droplets of water landing over your cheek and collarbones only to realize it’s his own tears.

Ignoring the screaming and crying around him, Michael can only hear his own heart pounding in his ears—looking at your fresh blood staining his hands.

It’s only then that Michael finds the last bit of strength inside of him to turn around and face the twins just a few steps down, staring at their father in horror and disbelief.

The distraught look on the twins’ face is enough to pull the life and humanity out of Michael already. Michael collapses next to you on the staircase, breathing heavily and covering his face with both hands.

“Victoria!” Lorenzo cries out your name through his sobs, pulling your corpse off the ground and into his arms—a show of deep, heart wrenching emotion from your brother you never even saw in your lifetime or expected after the small quarrel the two of you had earlier this evening.

“Lorenzo, smettila. Fermare.” (Stop it, stop.) Alessio sniffles, trying to pull his brother back.

“Oh my God.” Matteo clasps a hand over his mouth, lowering his head by your body. “Victoria…”

It’s not the cries or screams around you that speak out for the heartbreak and pain that Michael feels, but it’s when he raises his head up and pulls his trembling hands back that he Michael can let out nothing but a blood curdling scream causing everyone else around him to flinch.

Michael screams and sobs over your body, not an ounce of bloodthirst or vengeance inside of him to demand answers or tear Ritchie’s body to pieces but rather give in altogether to the agony inside of him of losing his wife, his best friend, and the love of his life.

Soulless goodbyes with no meaning and no second glance back to Michael’s first lover, then departing Sicily silently with no remains to bury of his second wife or emotion to show for it, it all comes crashing down on Michael now—loud enough for the world to hear it but silent enough that it will change nothing.

#godfather au #prompts #Michael corleone #Michael corleone x reader #Michael corleone fanfic #moth to flame fanfic #michael corleone x oc #godfather x reader #moth to flame fic #not canon #not canon because OMGGGG 😭💔

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