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  • fragments of the night ━━ al pacino
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    Maurice O'Hara, a recently unemployed societal outcast, decides to drop it all off and run off with a stranger he met at a bar in search of purpose and self-discovery. AN AL PACINO AU: ╱ COMPLETED! COVERS MADE BY MYSELF。 ( credits to the owner[s] ⠀⠀⠀of the images used. ) ━━ side note! ⠀⠀this story is told in a ⠀⠀non-l...

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  • CARINA |•♛•| M.CORLEONE
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    Carina Caputo, daughter of the Iron Bull, was many a thing. A wife of the Godfather, mother to the next generation, a business woman. She was a saint for putting up with him for as long as she had, for trusting him faithfully as long as she had. A goddamn wonder is what she was. A wonder and a brilliant sight to behol...

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  • just go for it./al pacino,mads mikkelsen fanfiction
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    An 18 year old girl from Italy, that is just desperately in love with her favorite actor, Al Pacino. Her name is Sofia. Can she really make her dream come true and meet the big Al Pacino? And what about something more? What if she achieves her dream and then some another man crosses her way?

  • Finding Flora • M.Corleone
    232 11 1

    "Michael," he said, his eyes unable to pull away from her pale hues. Her smile was like the clouds parting and the suns' rays warming his face. "Michael Corleone." She smiled and took his hand, shaking it and secretly finding pleasure in his roughened palm. "Ilaria. Ilaria Cuneo."

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  • I Do Renounce Them
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    Sofia Francesca is the youngest member of the Corleone family. She is smart, she is driven, she is capable, and she is loved. Until Tony Buratti. Through bloodshed, sex, lies, tears, and blasphemy... can the Corleones forgive one another their sins? "Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be...

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  • Madonna
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    Even with pain in his face, Michael had such a lovely one; it was the kind of lovely face that artists before me searched endlessly for, the kind of beauty that consumed you if you let it. Art existed to worship beauty like his; and there he was, sitting by my window, still watching me. He was waiting for me to say so...

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