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The wayyyyyy I squealed when this was the first thing on my dash 🤭🤭🤭

First of all Alex you're going to need to stop because 'don't break my heart slowly' 😭😭😭😭 Cillian you better behave because I am going to FIGHT!

The smut 🫨🔥💥🔥💥

And just the mix of past & present that's so domesticated and heart breaking at the same time. Clara's love for the apartment had me howling like yes husband you're pretty but remember the VIEW? 🤭

The pure joy I felt when I saw this update 🩷✨🩷✨

Love you twinnie!! 🥰😘

Hands up if you thought this story was dead? Honestly, I’m not surprised, I don’t understand how was the last time I posted a chapter of this was AUGUST 2023?? 🙈 Sorry!Anyway, I hope the below was worth the wait and I promise I’m working on the next instalment. My job is just a little crazy right now and writing time (when I’m not just shattered) is hard to come by 😩 Anyway! Let’s dive in…

Summary: With Peaky production finally cranking back into action towards the end of 2020, Cillian is planning logistics, which leads to a series of reflections on the times Clara visited him during filming s2.

Warnings: 🔞 Smut, infidelity (do NOT come at me - don’t like, don’t read, ok), awkward social occasion and bad language.

Word count: 5972 PART 24 | SERIES

Part 25: Keys - Pt. 1

She had tried to tiptoe past the open door down to the basement where Cillian’s voice filtered up from yet another zoom call, but clearly she wasn’t stealthy enough as Scout came bounding eagerly up the stairs to investigate. Sticking her head through the doorway she saw Cill looking and mouthed an apology, holding up her coffee cup, pointing at it in query.

He nodded vaguely, eyes flicking back to the screen, a small frown forming between his brows. None the wiser as to whether the nod had been for her or the people on the call, she retreated to the kitchen to make them both a cuppa because, either way, he looked like a man in need of a brew.

“Aww, is he being a terrible bore working again and ignoring you, hey?” she cooed, rubbing the black labrador’s head as his heavy tail thumped off the kitchen cupboard beside him.

After the seemingly unending months of next to nothing by way of work, the entertainment industry was slowly cranking back into action. Since late October Cillian had been holed up in their basement on production meeting after production meeting, as the Peaky team - like so many others - tried to find a way to navigate around the challenges and restrictions of a global pandemic.

Footsteps on the stairs below preluded his arrival just as she was coaxing a teabag to its maximum brew, Scout’s nails clacking enthusiastically against the floor as he met Cillian at the door to the kitchen.

“How’s it going?” she asked, head in the fridge, fetching milk and squinting at the uninspiring contents they had left to cobble together something for dinner later. Of course it was great that he was working again, but it wasn’t half disrupting their now well established routine of him being in charge of all food related activities.

Except baking. Obviously.

“Slowly,” he grumbled, accepting the mug she passed to him and taking a sip, face relaxing at the comforting milky tannins. “Like pulling teeth but we’re getting there.”

He might have been complaining but the renewed bounce in his step over the last few weeks and the light in his eyes was undeniable, and it warmed her to see him so happy.

“We were just talking about logistics and it got me thinking I need to actually sort out where I’m going to stay. Thought I might see about getting that same flat again in Manchester, if it actually happens.”

“The one by the river? I loved that one.”

He shuffled and cleared his throat as she came to rest by the kitchen island, coffee cup in hand.

“What?”

“It’s.. umm— so the thing is… it’s looking like it’s going to have to be a closed production.”

Her cup paused in front of her lips.

“Meaning..?”

“Meaning we need to keep people in our bubble, with as few outside interactions as possible.”

Her face fell and the coffee cup met the worktop with a heavy clunk.

“I can’t come?”

Setting down his tea he pulled her into a hug, her head finding its habitual home against his chest. “I’m sorry love, I thought maybe if we were able to do testing that it would be allowed, but there’s a lot of anxiety. They went back to work on filming at Pinewood and apparently they barely lasted three days before they had a case. It’s a nightmare.”

“But it’s tradition,” she mumbled into the green wool of his jumper, aware she was whining in the face of a very reasonable precaution. But apart from the first one, she hadn’t missed a season dropping in on the Peaky set. They were as much her family as his and she’d been looking forward to seeing them all again.

He kissed her hair before leaning his chin on top of her head. “I know, I’m sorry.”

“You could sneak me in,” she mumbled, “you’re in charge.”

He laughed, the rumble in his chest vibrating against her cheek.

“We both know that couldn’t possibly be further from the truth. Plus, it wouldn’t exactly look great if I was taking liberties when I was asking others to behave, would it?”

“Yeah, but you’re the Cillian Murphy, what’s even the point in being famous if you can’t make the world bend to your every whim?”

He looked down, eyebrow raised at the earnest expression she was clearly struggling not to crack, her lips already twitching.

“Good point. Go pack your stuff, we’re going on holiday. Don’t they know who I am? The rules don’t apply to us.”

She sighed heavily, head dropping down again against him and he pressed his lips into her hair.

“I know,” he murmured, “covid’s a cunt.”

“An absolute cunt,” she agreed mournfully. “I think that river flat was my favourite of the lot.”

He pulled back to look down at her. “Are you upset about not being able to come and see me, or do you just have flat fomo?”

She pouted and he rolled his eyes.

“It was a really nice flat!”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Thank you,” she beamed, stretching up to place a small kiss on his lips.

“I still think the view from the Liverpool one was the best, with those big corner windows.”

She grimaced, pulling away and picking up her coffee again.

“Not my fav.”

He frowned. “But it had that view out towards Albert Dock. It was—”

“The view isn’t really my problem with it, Cill.”

He pushed out a sigh. “Ah c’mon, it’s not the flat’s fault what happened there.”

She shook her head, as though motion could dispel the memories. “Even still, it ruined it for me.”

*****

March 2014

This was a terrible idea, she fretted silently, turning her almost empty coffee cup round and round in her hands as the train chugged onward. The disconsolate cries of a baby further down the carriage bullied its way past the music in her headphones as she stared, unseeing, at her own reflection in the dark window, only the faintest traces of day still clinging to the edges of the sky beyond.

She hadn’t been sure she would get on the train right up until the moment she actually boarded it. And even then, had she not been running so late that it set off almost immediately, she might have chickened out and got off again.

She could always just get straight back on a train to London, she rationalised, but as the stations had slipped by she hadn’t got off yet. Maybe when she got to Lime Street she could just stay on board and it would take her home.

Carefully trying not to nudge the man sitting next to her, she fished the little nondescript keyring that had arrived in the post from her bag. ‘Come any time’ he’d written. Anxiety gnawed at her insides and she closed her fist around the key and grey fob, letting the metallic teeth dig into her skin.

What if he’d changed his mind? It had been weeks since he sent them. She hadn’t contacted him and, true to his word, he hadn’t tried to contact her again either. He must have given up on her by now.

“We will shortly be arriving at Liverpool Lime Street, where this service terminates. Please make sure to take all your belongings…”

Her heart leapt into her throat as the tannoy crackled above her. She didn’t hear the rest of the announcement as orange sodium city lights replaced dark countryside beyond the window, twinkling blocks of high rise flats in the distance, and her pulse crashing in her ears.

Dropping the keys back into her bag she rooted for her compact mirror, assessing the damage of the last couple of hours on the train, smoothing away a little smudge of her eyeliner and topping up her lip colour.

“We are now arriving at Liverpool Lime Street…”

Tucking her belongings away, wriggling awkwardly back into her coat, her heart began knocking faster against her ribs.

She’d never been to Liverpool before.

Maybe she never would again.

*****

Weaving through the station, narrowly avoiding getting tangled in a pink cowboy-hatted hen do who’d clearly been on the prosecco for some time, she headed for the taxi rank.

A light drizzle hung in the air, giving the lights of the city a ghostly glow as the car crawled through the Friday evening traffic. It probably would have been quicker to walk, but her sense of direction was poor at the best of times and the last thing she wanted was to get lost wandering round a strange city, and then turn up looking like a drowned rat.

Finally it slowed in a quiet backstreet, pulling up in front of a nondescript block of flats. Swallowing, she looked up at the glass facade, a patchwork of homely lights sneaking around curtains and, flat, blind darkness staring back at her. Paying her fare she clambered out, awkwardly pulling her small overnight bag with her, and hurried for the cover of the building.

The car drove away, leaving her alone, the street oddly quiet with tall buildings around her blocking most of the noise from the main road beyond. A chilly wind whipped her hair across her face and she shivered.

But she didn’t seem able to move.

“Come on,” she muttered, finally succeeding in forcing her feet from their rooted spot, heading for the door, worrying the smooth plastic disc in her palm with her thumb. But as she reached the entrance, she hesitated again. After all, the polite thing to do would be to buzz up and let him decide if he still wanted to see her.

“Fuck it.”

Holding the fob out to the panel on the wall, the door released with a heavy clunk. Swallowing thickly, she pushed it open, striding purposefully to the lifts and punching the button before she could change her mind.

The ride to the top floor seemed to take an age and she fidgeted ineffectually with her unruly hair, the mist in the air outside only adding to its usual rebellious exuberance. Finally the lift chimed its arrival and with a clammy hand she wheeled her little bag down the corridor, counting the door numbers in search of his, finding it at the end of the hallway.

Of course he would have a corner apartment. What was the point in having money if you couldn’t enjoy it a bit.

The keys were still in her hand as she paused outside the door, eyeing the keyhole doubtfully.

No. Letting herself into the building unannounced was one thing. But just waltzing into his flat was another. She shoved them into the pocket of her trenchcoat, and reached to knock instead.

She watched her fist hover in the air in front of her, several inches from the door.

There was still time to turn around and walk away. Still time to have never made this mistake. To go back to her life and pretend this never happened, leave their weekend together perfectly preserved in her memory, in all its untarnished glory.

Somehow, her knuckles connected with the wood.

She fought the urge to run.

Silent seconds ticked by and nothing happened. Knotting her fingers together she tried to control the fluttering anxiety rising from her stomach to her chest.

Maybe he wasn’t home. Maybe he was still working. They did very long hours on set, didn’t they? She remembered Andy coming in at all hours after shoots running long or because of set-ups that needed the evening or the dark.

Maybe she didn’t knock loud enough? He could have music on, or be in the bathroom or—

A sudden shuffling noise behind the door startled her, but before she could fully compute what she heard, it swung open, warm light spilling out into the hallway.

Her breath caught in her throat.

He was dressed casually, dark skinny jeans and a cosy knitted jumper. Dark hair shaved aggressively at the sides so the longer part flopped over his forehead.

His eyes widened at the sight of her on his doorstep.

One of them should really say something, she thought, as the silence moved beyond comfort.

“Hi,” she mumbled, lips thick, tongue too big in her mouth.

“Hi,” he breathed, pushing a hand through the longer part of his hair.

Another stunned silence stretched between them.

“I’m sorry, I should have called. Texted.”

He shook his head, still staring at her like he’d seen a ghost.

“Is this a bad time?” she stuttered, heat creeping up her neck. “I can go.” She grabbed the handle of her bag, body tensed to move but he reached out and closed his hand over hers.

“Don’t. I just wasn’t expecting to see you.” He smiled, finally, crinkling the corners of his eyes. “It’s good to see you.”

“Is it Paul?”

A woman’s voice filtered down the hallway from further into the apartment and Clara’s eyes widened.

“No,” he called out behind him, before adding in a lower voice, “It’s fine. It’s only Sophie.”

She didn’t have time to ask who Sophie was before she was being ushered inside. They almost collided as he reached to shut the door behind her, both dancing awkwardly out of the way in the small corridor but he was close enough that she could smell his cologne. Clearing his throat he didn’t meet her eye, and quickly set off towards the main living space, leaving her no choice but to follow.

“Oh! Not Paul,” laughed a pretty brunette from the kitchen area, a bottle of wine in her hand. “Unless he’s had a major glow up.”

Clara blushed, immediately recognising the young woman, Sophie, as Ada Shelby, her shiny chestnut hair still wavy from the 1920s curls she must have been wearing during the day.

“Sophie, this is Clara,” said Cillian, gesturing somewhat awkwardly her way. “Clara, this is Sophie, from work.”

“Sophie from work.” Sophie rolled her eyes and came over, hand out to greet Clara. “Good to know we’re not friends, Cill.” Her grin broadened at the small smile that twitched on Clara’s lips and he closed his eyes briefly, cheeks tinged with pink.

“You know what I mean.” He turned to Clara. “Do you want some wine?”

“Please.”

She was hard pressed to think of a time she had been more in need of a drink.

“I’m sorry to barge in on you like this,” she said quietly, part of her wishing she’d followed her instinct to run before he opened the door. Why hadn’t it occurred to her that he might not be alone?

“Don’t be silly, I was just bending his ear about a scene we have tomorrow,” said Sophie, as Cillian poured a third glass. “Are you going to take your coat off or..?”

Clara felt her face flush and she fumbled with the belt, shrugging it off and casting around for a good place to leave it.

“Here,” he said, passing her a large glass of red and taking her coat with his other hand. “I’ll stick it in the hall.”

As he disappeared, Sophie led the way to the sofas, as if it was her flat and not his. “So Clara, are you ‘from work’ too? Or are you a different class of acquaintance?”

Clara chuckled, settling against the cushions and crossing her legs.

“Well I’m definitely not from work - I’m not in the business,” she replied, taking a brief, fortifying sip. “What kind of friends would you call us, Cill?” she asked, unable to stop herself, as he recovered his wine glass from the kitchen counter and was taking a swig.

He choked slightly into his glass, rubbing his lips before he spoke.

“We’ve known each other since we were teenagers,” he said to Sophie who nodded, glancing between them, mischief in her eyes.

“God I bet you’ve got some brilliant embarrassing stories then. The crew will love you.”

“Hmm… probably not as many as you’d hope.” He came to join them and she couldn’t help but notice how he sat a careful distance away. “I really am so sorry for crashing into your evening unannounced,” she apologised again. “I was up here for a work thing, and you’d said come any time…” Their eyes met, pale blue betraying nothing. “And then my phone died, so I thought I’d just pitch up and see.”

It was uncomfortable just how easily the lies rolled off her tongue.

“You’re always welcome, you know that.”

His tone was neutral but something in it made her heart sink. She had hoped he might seem a little more enthusiastic that she’d come, but perhaps that was too much to hope when she’d caught him off-guard and with company.

Maybe he even regretted sending her the keys in the first place.

“Are you staying for the weekend?”

Clara turned back to Sophie, uncertainty churning in her guts. “I’m not sure. If he’ll have me, then yes, I could.”

This time, she deliberately avoided catching his eye.

“Oh well then you have to come to the drinks tomorrow, Cill. No excuses.”

Clara looked at him inquiringly as he groaned into his glass, the sound sending an unwelcome thrum ricocheting through her, straight to her core.

“Not big on work parties, is he?”

He shot a look her way which she ignored, swallowing down her discomfort and smiling at Sophie.

“Last time I saw him in London, he was propping up the bar at a charity gala looking like he was about to do himself in.”

Sophie cackled into her wine.

“I was not—”

“He’s terrible. We can never get him to come out when we’re filming. But if you’re here, you’ll make him, won’t you?”

“Alright, gimme a break you two, it’s fucking knackering playing Tommy,” he cut in, running a palm down his face, cheeks flushed pink. “It’s not my fault all I’m good for at the end of the day is having a bath and collapsing in bed.”

His eyes met Clara’s and her breath caught in her throat. She swallowed quickly, holding his stare.

“Well I’d never make him do anything he didn’t want to.”

It seemed to her that time stood still in that moment, stretching unbearably until he looked away, focussing on swirling his wine in his glass.

“Of course not,” Sophie agreed, nodding seriously before a beaming grin burst across her pretty face. “But you will make him come out and play, won’t you?”

*****

Christ, he was making a shitshow of this in front of Sophie, he thought, but he could barely breathe, his head buzzing.

Clara McKenna was sitting on his sofa, drinking wine. Clara McKenna was ganging up on him and chatting about her job with Sophie like she’d known her all her life.

Clara McKenna was here.

In his flat.

Like it was no big deal.

Like he hadn’t imagined this moment several thousand times since he’d sent her the letter with the keys.

Though never in all his daydreams had Sophie been present for this reunion.

What utterly shit timing. And if he didn’t get a fucking grip he might as well be wearing a shirt that said ‘I’m Having An Affair’.

Oh god. If she was here did that mean he was actually having an affair??

He gulped at his wine and tried not to choke.

From the moment he’s opened the door he’d barely been able to perform basic cognitive function. Standing there in her tightly belted coat that only emphasised her curves, mass of bright curls glowing like a halo with the light coming from behind him. Eyes somehow more enormous than usual behind her glasses.

She’d actually come.

He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Weeks and weeks of nothing, and suddenly she was here.

It would be wrong to say he’d given up, even though his rational mind had tried to. But his telltale heart could never let her go. All he’d been able to do was resign himself to the fact that life would always be a little bit less, for the lack of her. That there would be no getting over her this time around.

“I should leave you two to catch up.”

He realised too late that he hadn’t been listening, too lost in his own scurrying thoughts.

“No, it’s fine, I’m the one who gatecrashed you,” Clara was arguing as he blinked, forcing himself to focus. “If you have work you need to do..?”

But Sophie must have seen the look of incredulity he was sure slipped out before he could stop it, and shook her head.

“Nah, it’s fine, we’d already talked about it and I see him all the time. Sick of the sight of him to be honest.” She smiled. “You two catch up and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Sinking the end of her glass, she made her goodbyes, and Cillian followed her down the little hallway to see her off.

*****

The door clicked shut behind Sophie and silence fell. Coming back to the living room he found Clara on her feet again, hands clasped in front of her. The quiet seemed to grow and spread, filling the space between them like a gas.

“I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have just turned up without warning,” she said quietly, fingers twisting until her knuckles turned white.

“It was a bit of a surprise.”

There was so much he wanted to say but he could barely form the words, his chest tight. Everything in his body was stretching, reaching for her, consumed with the need to touch her.

“I should have thought you might not be on your own.”

“It’s fine.”

His voice sounded strange in his ears, rough like he hadn’t used it in hours, disconnected from his body, the syllables cumbersome in his mouth.

Her face faltered, colour rising to her cheeks.

“Look, it’s ok,” she mumbled, “I can tell you’d rather I hadn’t come.”

And suddenly she was in motion, hurrying past him, heading for the door.

“No.”

It came out in little more than a hoarse whisper but she half turned and he caught her arm, stopping her in her tracks. Gently, he spun her the rest of the way towards him, his other hand finding the curve of her neck as he crashed his mouth into hers. For a surprised fraction of a second she tensed and then, mercifully, she was kissing him back.

The familiar delicate florals of her perfume surrounded him, a small gasp catching in her throat as her back hit the nearest wall with a light thud.

He kissed her hungrily, trying to convey with his body all the words he hadn’t been able to say. To show her how much he’d missed her, how grateful he was that she was here, how desperately he needed her.

Pulling back finally, both gasping slightly for air, he rested his forehead against hers, falling into her soft grey eyes.

“I tried not to let myself hope,” he murmured.

“I really tried not to come,” she said quietly, slipping a hand behind his neck to coax his lips back to hers in a soft, slow kiss.

Pulling back again, he cupped her face, pushing her hair back from it, his serious blue stare boring into her.

“I’m glad you did.”

Her stomach flipped, and she gave him a little nod.

His lips met hers once more, moving slowly in time, tongue licking into her mouth when she gasped quietly as hands began to roam. His palms slid over the soft, silken fabric of her shirt, tugging it from the band of her fitted black trousers so he could sneak beneath it, hands circling her waist. Boldly ghosting higher, he felt her giggle as his fingertips brushed across her ribs.

“Stop that, I’m ticklish,” she scolded, barely removing her lips from his.

Grinning, he tickled her again and she whined, trying to wriggle away from him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he teased, boxing her in with his body, lips on her throat until her giggles turned to gasps.

She watched silently, wide-eyed with need as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt, lowering his mouth to trace kisses across the skin he exposed. Almost reverentially, he peeled it from one shoulder and then the other, breath hot against her skin as she helped him ease it to the floor. Driven by the overwhelming need to feel his skin against hers, she caught the hem of his jumper, coaxing it up until he was pulling it over his head. He reached for her the moment he was free, lips on lips, and she sighed into his mouth at the soft heat of his body against her.

Smoothing her hands over the broad, freckled planes of his shoulders and down, she fumbled with his buckle, inadvertently brushing her knuckles across the bulge beneath and he groaned into her mouth. The sound snapped something inside her, the throbbing wetness between her legs intensifying as she fought with his fly.

Pulling back she blew her hair from her eyes. “Can you..?”

He chuckled, nodding, and as he took over ridding himself of the frustrating garment, she quickly shimmied out of her own trousers.

When he looked up she was in her underwear, a set of pale pink silk and lace which even to his untrained eye screamed, ‘I’m only wearing these so they can be seen’.

“Fuck me,” he mumbled, winded at the sight of her.

“Yes please,” she agreed, pulling him back into a searing kiss, one leg hooking around his hip, rolling her cunt against his straining cock.

With an effort, he dragged himself away from her lips. “Not here.”

She squealed as he hoisted her to his hips, shuffling and bumping into walls and furniture along the way, unable to see as she insisted on kissing him.

And who was he to deny her?

Could he ever deny her anything..?

Finally making it into his bedroom, he dropped her gently on the bed. As he paused to flick on the lamp, bathing the room in a soft golden glow, she settled herself, reaching behind to unhook her bra.

Dropping the flimsy garment on the floor at his feet, she sat back on her elbows, smirking at his slack-jawed expression.

“Are you going to stand there or..?”

He was on her in a heartbeat, covering her body with his. Kissing her deeply, she moaned into his mouth as he gently thumbed one stiff rosy peak, rocking her core against where his length was pressing deliciously, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“I need you,” she whined as he exchanged his thumb for his tongue, lapping softly as he let her rut greedily against his cock.

Her hands fell to his hips, tugging on the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down enough that she could grope his ass. He sat back to tug them the rest of the way down, cock springing up eagerly against his stomach and she let out an involuntarily moan, reaching to stroke gently along his length.

Breath caught in his throat as she teased her fingers along him and he quickly hooked his thumbs into the sides of her skimpy underwear, dragging them down her legs. The action pulled him from her grasp but even as she kicked her feet free of the little scrap of silk and lace, he was on top of her again, cock dragging thickly through her slick folds.

“Please,” she whined.

There would be time for foreplay later, but right now she needed him, desperate to feel all of him after so long an absence. And besides, she could already feel how wet she was as he reached between their bodies and nudged his tip against her core. Hands clasped around his neck, she stroked her fingers across the suede-like softness of his short hair.

“I missed you,” he murmured, nose brushing against hers as he slowly eased himself inside her.

Sucking in a high pitched gasp as he stretched her open, bottoming out deep within, she tried to find her voice.

“Me too.”

He moved slightly and she whined again, head thrown back as it pressed him more perfectly against her gspot. “Fucking hell, I really missed you.”

He chuckled, taking the opportunity to run his lips over her throat, nipping lightly at her skin until she whimpered. Her hips canted up to meet his, chasing friction and slowly he dragged himself from her until just the tip remained, pushing up on his hands so he could watch as he slid back into her in a single thrust.

“Jesus fuck,” he groaned as her cunt squeezed tightly around him, once again lost in the dizzying sensation that she was somehow made for him.

She dragged him back down, lips crashing together as he began to move faster, her wetness already audible with every thrust in the spaces between their panted breath. Her nails dragged across the closely shaved sides of his head, disappearing into the longer part on top, fingers curling into the soft lengths, tugging until he groaned into her mouth.

Her walls quivered around his cock at the sound, and he almost lost it, burying his face in her neck in an attempt to steady himself. But he was still too close, the hot press of her body overwhelming after weeks with only his fist and imagination for company.

Without warning he slid from her and she whimpered involuntarily at the loss, eyes fluttering open in surprise to find him already moving down her body.

“Wha—”

Her words cut off with a gasp as he pushed her legs wider apart and buried his face in her pussy.

“Fuck,” she hissed as he sucked greedily on her clit, two thick fingers already teasing at her core.

“Cum on my tongue.” She couldn’t tell if it was an order or a request but it didn’t really matter as he dragged his tongue through her folds and buried his fingers knuckle-deep inside her. One of her hands anchored itself in his hair, tugging slightly as she rutted her clit against his mouth, her vision blurring as his fingertips teased across the sweetest spot inside her. Her other hand found her breast, stroking and squeezing the stiff bud.

No matter how hard she had tried to distract herself, nothing she had been able to do alone in the weeks since she’d seen him, could compare to how perfect this felt.

He could feel her coming undone, her velvet walls quivering and the telltale quaking of her thighs, the way her panted whines gave way to breathless silence. As she arched from the bed, he redoubled his efforts, working her through it, aftershocks shuddering through her, until finally the iron grip of her fingers in his hair began to relent.

Blinking slowly, static still humming in her ears, her vision swam back into focus to find him hovering above her. His eyes crinkled at the corners with the wideness of his grin.

“Still with me?”

“Cocky shit,” she mumbled, somewhat breathlessly.

He casually hooked his arm under her leg, leaning down, close enough that his nose brushed against hers.

“Oh yeah?”

She opened her mouth to reply only for him to bury himself to the hilt again inside her plush cunt, and all words were lost to her. A low groan rumbled in his throat and she dragged his mouth to hers, tasting herself on his tongue as he began to move in slow, deliberate strokes. Her every nerve seemed to be on fire; his every touch, even his hot breath on her skin, casting her further into the flames.

He urged her leg higher towards her chest, allowing him to drive even deeper, her hips canting to meet him with each sharp thrust. He revelled in the deliciously lewd wet sounds that surrounded them, her previous orgasms painted slickly across her thighs. Drawing back, he held himself barely inside her, watching with quiet delight as she mewled and wriggled, urging him to fill her once more.

“Ple—”

Her plea was lost to a cry as he pushed back inside with a single motion, grunting at the exquisite velvet press of her body.

“Jesus fuck…” he mumbled, slamming into her hard and fast, watching as her breasts bounced each time she was wrapped around his length. Bracing himself with just one hand on the bed he cupped one, squeezing her nipple between his fingers. She arched against his touch, gasping and moaning as he leaned to catch the stuff bud with his mouth, tonguing it gently.

“Cill.. fuck.. I..”

She shuddered beneath him, gripping his forearm and shoulder. He grazed his teeth lightly across the sensitive peak and she came with a loud curse, cunt gripping him like a vice.

“Shit…” he stuttered, following her over the edge seconds later, painting her insides white.

Collapsing heavily into her arms, he buried his face in her neck, and they lay still for a long moment, waiting for their hearts to stop rushing in their ears.

“Cill..?”

“Mhmm?” he mumbled thickly into her hair.

“Kind of squashing me.”

He looked up to find her grinning at him with flushed cheeks and bright eyes. Propping himself on his forearms, either side of her head, he gently brushed her wayward curls back from her face. Leaning in, he kissed her softly, something in his chest aching at the quiet sigh of contentment she made when she kissed him back, lips moulding in perfect time.

He rested his forehead against hers, the flecks of gold in her large grey eyes enhanced by the glow from the bedside lamp.

“Hi,” she smiled, nipping her lip between her teeth.

“Hi yourself,” he murmured. Gently, he slid from her, smiling at how her breath hitched at the loss, to lie beside her and she rolled to face him.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” he mumbled, running his thumb across her cheek.

“You should have more faith in your skills, you’re very good at that.”

His brow furrowed, lips pursed in momentary confusion before he laughed.

“Not what I meant.”

“No,” she agreed more quietly, avoiding his gaze by studying her fingers, watching as they fidgeted with the rumpled sheets beneath them.

“I tried not to.”

Silence rested between them.

“Why did you?”

Slowly she looked back at him, reaching to trace the line of his brow and down across the sharp slant of his cheekbone.

“I didn’t want to live with the ‘what if?’.”

He gave her a small smile, twisting his head to kiss her palm.

“Will you promise me something?”

“Anything,” he said quietly, pulling her closer, his nose brushing against hers, warmth in his chest at how it made her eyelids flutter for a moment before she refocused on him.

“Will you promise not to break my heart slowly?”

Her words washed across him like cold water and he frowned slightly.

Running her fingers through the longer part of his hair, pushing it back from where it had flopped across his forehead, she continued before he could reply.

“Just… if this is never going to go anywhere, I need you to be honest with me. I’ve thought about this a lot and I will never ask you to choose. And I’m not expecting any kind of answer today or anything. But if you find that you know, deep down, that you’re never going to leave her, I need you to promise me that you won’t drag this out. Don’t break my heart slowly. Ok?”

He swallowed carefully.

“I promise.”

She closed the gap between them, kissing him softly. Pulling back, a smile twitched on her lips.

“Ok good. Now, have you got any food in this apartment? I missed dinner getting up here and I’m starving.”

So it begins… and we know how it ends but I’m excited again about writing the bit in between. I’ll be honest with you loves, I’m nervous as fuck that no one will read this after such a long hiatus and that it wasn’t actually good because of the break so please, if you read and enjoyed this, please scream at me and make a writer feel better 😘

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Artists are kinda like Peter Pan's fairies. Yeah, they make magic, but if you don't give them attention they straight up die

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Fanfiction writers be like:

"here's the immensely time consuming 100K word novel-length passion project I'm working on between my real life job and family! It eats up hundreds of hours of my one and only life, causes me emotional harm, and I gain basically nothing from it! Also I put it on the internet for free so anyone can read if they want. Hope you love it!" :)

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are you not updating the date series? I love it please say you haven't stopped writing!!

Hey lovely anon!

I am updating just slowly! Interaction has been so low on my posts that it's really making me unmotivated.

I know I shouldn't post just for the comments/likes etc and usually I don't but the lack of any kind of love on my posts is really making me feel like this 😩🫠

I have quite a few parts ready to post and I will but it might just be very slow!

#not usually bothered by interaction #but it's really lacking #my writing #anon ask

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can we get a insta post for Cills birthday from Eden and the babies? 🥳

Hey lovely 💕 sure!! Almost a week late but here you go ✨

#cillian murphy #my writing #masterlist #The Date Series #insta post #instagram post #Eden Murphy #female!oc #peakyscillian updates

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Hi besties!

This fic is going to undergo an edit & have an OC, as I have some new parts already but found it flowed more from my tiny brain with an OC!

Will be updating slowly 🩷

Tagging some mutuals who might be interested!

@cillmequick @zablife @look-at-the-soul @runnning-outof-time @garrison-girl-08

Desire Masterlist | Modern! Tommy Mini - Series.

Summary: Tommy is just too addictive. Warnings: Smut, 18+ Minors DNI, sexual themes, mature content, unprotected sex, language, Peaky violence, Tommy being Tommy.

Please read all warnings on chapters before you continue, the above is just general warnings - each chapter will be different

Nearly all parts contain smut - will be in the warnings of each chapter.

Enjoy!

This is a Modern!Tommy series so this exists outside of the canon PB universe. Tommy has never been to war, his demons come from other places, but don't worry his attitude still absolutely stinks most of the time, he makes questionable choices & thinks with his dick 99.9% of the time.

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Series

Part One 🌶️ Part Two Part Three 🌶️

Feedback is always welcome & appreciated! I live and die by reblogs & Comments, so if you enjoyed this please leave some love! 💕

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Graphics by the talented @/saradika-graphics

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#modern!tommy series #tommy shelby #tommy shelby content

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#cillian murphy #loml #husband #my pretty boy

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“🖤 love you brother” — PAUL ANDERSON

PEAKY BLINDERS — 2x06 // 3x03 created by steven knight

#Peaky blinders #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #ugh i love them

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Hey Lau, Please could we have more Phee wanting all Cills attention? I love how much of a daddy's girl she is!

Ahh yes sure! Here's just a little something ☺️ thanks for the love! She's the biggest daddy's girl, Cillian has her whole heart!

“I want my daddy!” The volume of Ophelia's scream made Eden cringe, she was sure the whole restaurant stopped to look over her way. “Ophelia we use inside voices don't we?” She touched her daughter's arm lightly.

Cillian had taken Albie off to change him after a slight accident, Ophelia's jealousy was getting harder to ignore, “daddy” she pouted, kicking her feet. “Daddy has gone to help Albie” she could feel the eyes of other diners on her.

“Mammy and Daddy have to look after you both” she soothed, Ophelia shook her head her brown curls bouncing around her face “you have Albie, I have daddy” she frowned determined to make her mother see sense.

Eden took a moment, having a sip of water “we share” she stated, she watched the tears well in Ophelia's blue eyes, “I don't want Albie” she pouted, tears starting the slow trickle down her cheeks “well I'm sorry baby, but Albie is ours just like you are” they'd been over this with her, Eden knew she didn't understand she wasn't expecting her too at only four years old it was a lot.

Eden pushed her hair off her forehead, “you love Albie” she tried, it was true she was besotted with him until Cillian paid Albie separate attention, both of them together Ophelia was fine but Albie having her own time with Cillian was not okay, Eden wasn't looking forward to Cillian going away for work.

Lockdown hadn't helped, all of them together all the time. Albie,a newborn needing more attention from them, they'd of course made sure Ophelia was included and spent their own time with her. Eden knew deep down Cillian going away for work meant Ophelia was going to be a nightmare.

Ophelia was in a full meltdown, tears streaming down her cheeks by the time Cillian returned, Albie on his hip gurgling away. He frowned, watching the sight in front of him as he joined the table. “She wants you” Eden gave him a small smile as he placed the changing bag over the back of the pushchair. Cillian kept hold of Albie as he sat down.

“Hey Phee, why the tears?” He asked, Ophelia tried to join him on his lap “I want daddy” she pouted again, trying to grab his hand “I'm with Albie darling, he needed changing” he explained.

Ophelia huffed, arms across her chest, Eden stood up taking Albie from Cillian, he squeezed her hand “mammy and Albie will sit here and you can sit next to Daddy and finish up your food?” Eden hummed, Ophelia wiped at her face “daddy feed me?” She asked hopefully.

Cillian shook his head “you can do that yourself” he handed her her fork “but you feed Albie” She wailed, throwing herself back in the chair, Cillian steadied the back “Ophelia Sile Murphy we do not act this way, in or out of the house” Cillian stated, she fixed him with a glare “bad daddy” she huffed.

Eden sighed “let's just go? Do you want any of this to take with us?” Cillian shook his head, Eden nodded “you go out with them and I'll sort the bill” Eden strapped Albie into the pushchair as Cillian handed her his card.

She gave him a small thanks as he took the pushchair, Ophelia holding onto the side completely transformed into her daddy's angel.

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Could you reblog this if you enjoy seeing your writer friends ramble about their wips on your dash?

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plan

#life with a dog #all day everyday

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Me too 🫣😅 but Eden trusts her man, she's just not used to him being away so much he's usually in the basement behaving himself!!

The Tension Part One Early 2023 - The Date Series

Summary: Cillian has been a busy boy - Eden is feeling the pressure of solo parenting. Warnings: Language, harsh words between husband & wife, Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ Sexual Content, Mature Themes. Request: No Part: Twenty-Eight A/N: This is going to have a few parts as I navigate through Cillians busy schedule. I have tried to keep the timeline as close to his busy life from 2023 into 2025 as possible, but it was hectic so please forgive me if some timings are off after all this is purely fiction!

The Tension - Early 2023 | Part Twenty - Eight

Masterlist | TDS | Divider by @/strangergraphics

The Tension P1 - Early 2023. Part Twenty - Eight

Eden pulled into the driveway, the last half an hour of the drive had been filled with Ophelia's demanding questions and Albie’s ear piercing screams. She was hoping Cillian would be on hand to take them off her the moment she stepped through the door.

Bundling them both out of the car, Ophelia rushed to the front door, Albie clinging to Eden’s top as she grabbed for the bags in the footwell.

She unlocked the door, shouting after Ophelia to remove her shoes, placing Albie down, kicking her trainers off before she helped Albie with his “Cill?” She called, closing the door behind herself, Scout bounded from the lounge Ablie screeching in delight as the chocolate lab licked his face.

“Scout no” she pushed him away, causing another screech of disappointment to erupt from Albie “Come on Alb let's get a drink” she took Albie’s hand leading him to the kitchen.

“Cill?” she called again, pulling her phone from her back pocket. Opening the doors in the kitchen so Scout could get into the garden, she helped Albie onto the sofa in the corner, handing him a juice “Phee come get a drink” she called into the hall.

Pressing Cillian's number she tapped the loud speaker, he answered on the fourth ring “Hello?” He asked, the loud commotion in the background made her frown.

“Cill? Thought you were back this evening?” She questioned. handing a juice to Ophelia, watching her climb onto the sofa next to her brother. “Ah sorry love, Steve wanted me to meet some people, Lyndsay has put me on the first flight tomorrow” she could tell by the tone of his voice he was a few drinks deep.

“Were you going to tell me?” She snapped, he was hardly home at the moment, “sorry Darling I thought Lyndsay had handled it” she heard him thank someone in the background.

“Well she didn't so we've come home expecting to see you” he infuriated her at times “sorry again Ede, I'll be back in the morning I promise”

Eden rolled her eyes, as the head splitting screech of Albie made her jump, Ophelia stood beside him looking guilty “they're all yours tomorrow Cillian I don't care how hungover you are” phone pressed to her ear now, as she picked up Albie.

“Yeah of course anything you want baby” he was slurring, calling her baby always meant he was drunk and made her blood boil even more. “I want to talk to daddy” Ophelia pouted, Albie was grabbing for the phone “Phee wants to talk to you”

“Put her on my little princess” he hummed “See you tomorrow then” she muttered, handing the phone to Ophelia who disappeared down the hall chatting away. five going on fifteen.

The kids had crashed out after dinner, a bath and a story. Eden wasn't far behind, they'd spent the day at Orla’s which had thankfully tired them out. Pouring the leftover wine from her glass into the sink, she let Scout out for his last bathroom break, her phone buzzing on the kitchen table, a message from Ella.

‘Just seen Cill out in Soho, he's going to wake up regretting the Guinness’

Eden rolled her eyes ‘well at least someone has seen him x’

‘You ok babe?’ Ella's message flew back ‘yeah was just expecting him back today, it's been a long day splitting headache. Enjoy your night! Miss you and Soho nights! x’

‘Ahh shit, really? Left Paul with him and Steve I'm heading to bed, Soho nights are long gone!! Miss you x’

‘Sleep well love! x’

Eden had welcomed their bed, her whole body exhausted, head pounding. Scrolling through her social media, she stopped at a post from a gossip magazine on her feed.

‘Cillian Murphy pulls a blinder!’

She zoomed in on the photo, Cillian leaning against a wall with a half drunk glass of Guinness in his hand, a woman leaning into his side obviously whispering in his ear. She'd hardly ever felt jealousy in their relationship, ten years together really solidified the trust, but the past few months she'd felt a shift, felt a slight distance between them.

The woman in the picture had pulled a smile onto his face that she hadn't seen in a while. Swiping through the pictures she felt the jealousy wash over her. one of Cillian walking down the road with her, another of him leaning into the taxi.

She knew she could trust him, they were having a difficult patch, surely that was normal after being together so long, everything in his career had got so heightened recently it was new for both of them, but she knew even with her hint of jealousy he'd be coming back to her.

‘Hope the hangover isn't brutal you idiot! Champagne AFTER Guinness you're not well! love you & miss you x’

She sent the text to him. placing her phone on the bedside table, Scout curled by her feet, she settled down falling into a deep sleep.

Eden stirred, the feeling of someone getting into the bed beside her waking her up. “Hi darling” his voice flooded her senses, she rolled over flicking on the bedside light.

“Cill?” She questioned, squinting at the light “what's the time” she asked, “six thirty” he laid down next to her “I thought you were back later this morning” she asked still in a haze of sleep.

“Managed to get an earlier flight” Cillian lent across to brush her hair from her forehead, she moved slightly sitting up “I saw the pictures” she bundled her hair into a hair scrunchie giving him a look.

“I saw your text and wanted to get home to you” he sighed “that girl, she’s a friend of Lyndsay’s I walked her to her taxi” he took her hand “and Lyndsay is going to sort the gossip out” he added. Eden turned to face him “sorry I wasn't implying anything, just the really thought you would be here when we got back” she sighed.

Cillian shook his head “don't apologise, it's my fault” he pulled her gently towards him. “Feel like we're losing each other Cill” she admitted, looking up at him, he pressed a kiss to her forehead “hey, no don't say that” She crawled into his lap, arms around his shoulders “it's just been a busy six months and I took the piss yesterday, literally I took a piss in the alleyway and got papped” he groaned.

Eden laughed, head thrown back “Are you in some kind of midlife crisis here? Edging towards forty eight and needing to relive your youth” she teased, Cillian groaned, hands on her hips “I just needed a piss” Eden bit at her lip feeling herself relax back in his presence.

“The kids will find those photos when they're older, their world famous dad, taking a piss in the alley after drinking too much” she almost cackled as Cillian pulled her into him. “Oh no Lyndsay is under strict instructions to remove all evidence” he smirked, Eden rolled her eyes playfully.

Cillian moved Eden slowly onto her back against the mattress, his lips moulding with hers as he settled lightly against her, his hands moving under her pyjama top, "missed you" he sighed against her lips.

Eden wrapped her arms around his neck "Missed you too, sorry for being jealous" she laughed lightly, a slight moan falling from her lips as his hand cupped at her breast, thumb and finger rolling over her sensitive nipple.

“Ah love you're grand, don't apologise" his hand moving to her other breast, her hips pushing into his "my actions didn't help" he reminded her, pushing his hips down in response to her earlier movement, “these actions might” she giggled into his neck, Cillian laughed as he pinched her nipple.

Eden's hands were roaming over his body, pushing the hem of his T-shirt up, she lifted her head, lips pressing against the warm skin of his chest, pulling away as he removed her pyjama top.

"I should lock the door,” he hummed, stopping suddenly. Eden laughed "I don't want to damage our children any more, you've already embarrassed them with your antics” She teased.

Cillian shook his head with an amused smile,”never living that down am I?” He joined her back in the bed, Eden laughed “I might just keep it stored away”

She pulled him towards her, “Cill, please it's been weeks” she whined, Cillian gave her a smile “you're so impatient aren't you?" he teased, hand settling between her legs, she could feel her pussy throbbing for him.

Cillian's hand slipped under the material of her pyjama bottoms, fingers dipping between her soaked slit, gathering her slick as he teased at her clit. "Fuck" She sighed the sensation making her whole body relax, as his thumb pressed on her clit, two fingers pushing into her wet cunt.

Cillian smirked as he felt her body react to his touch, her legs spreading below him, body shaking a shuddered moan leaving her parted lips. His pace sped up as he nipped at her bottom lip, knotting her fingers in his hair "Love you so much" she whimpered.

"Love you too darling, look so beautiful with my fingers in you" he was dragging against her walls, making her whine, "my beautiful wife" he hummed, feeling his cock strained against his boxers.

Eden was biting at her lip "haven't felt them in a while” she hummed, he lifted his head up to look at her “been deprived haven't you?” He teased still working at her pussy with his fingers, lips reattaching to her neck. “So fucking much" she huffed out a breath as he tapped against her front wall.

“Want more?" he asked, pounding his fingers further into her, her head fell back against the pillows as she whimpered with a nod, the knot in her stomach was pulling tighter and tighter.

Cillian's fingers were on a mission to make her orgasm as hard as possible.Her whole body was shaking beneath him, fingers gripping the sheets, eyes closed, lips parted as she rocked her hips down on his fingers

"Look at me” he instructed, her eyes opened, watching her as he added another finger into her welcoming cunt, he gave her the last few pumps of his fingers “good girl” he praised that's all it took for her to unravel under him, coating his fingers with a generous amount of her orgasm, her chest was heaving as Cillian slowly dragged his fingers from her, instantly licking at them.

Eden had begged Cillian to let her touch him, but he had refused, ready to make her fall apart once more, but this time around his cock. She had pouted, grabbing for his hard cock as he discarded his boxers, he had batted her hands away teasingly.

He settled himself between her legs, he pushed into her pussy with a groan, eyes scrunched closed as he relished in the feeling of her stretching around him. A deep moan ripping from his throat, forehead pressed to hers as he started to move.

Eden was still half blissed out from her orgasm, her pussy sensitive to his movements as he picked up his pace, hips rocking down towards hers, her hands massaging up and down his back. "So sensitive" she sighed, pecking at his lips "We can stop" he smirked, Eden shook her head, legs wrapping tight around his waist "I don't think you could Cill" she teased.

He laughed broken with moans "I really couldn't" he agreed, driving his cock deeper into her. Cillian had curled his free hand with hers holding them just above her head, the fingers on his other hand digging into the soft skin of her thigh, he lent down pressing a breathy kiss to her lips.She reacted licking into his mouth rushed and sloppy "so fuckin' tight for me" he moaned as he pulled from her lips.

Cillian angled his hips making her cry out in pleasure as he dragged against her walls, "there oh god" she was whining. His hand slipped down to tease around her clit before pressing the pad of his thumb to the hot sensitive area "come for me, come around my cock" he urged her, eyes scrunched closed as she frantically nodded, letting out a shaking breath.

She bit down on her bottom lip as his teasing ramped up along with his thrusts, he was hitting all the right places inside her clenching pussy, thumb pressed against her clit.Her body shook, arching off the mattress, her walls fluttering around him as she dug her nails into his bicep, crying out his name, eyes closed tight.

Cillian lent down to nip at the exposed skin of her neck as he felt the knot in his stomach tighten, her walls were still contracting around him milking his release out of him, Cillian sloppily thrust into her as he moaned, her name tumbling from his dry lips, his hot cum coating her walls.

They laid together, entirely spent catching their breath, her fingers lazily stroking through his hair, “Welcome home” she sighed, Cillian turned his head to look at her “I think we needed that” he laughed lightly, pressed a kiss against the corner of her mouth, Eden nodded in agreement with a smile against his lips.

He moved slowly, pulling from her just as the handle of the door rattled. “Mammy” Albies voice floated through “hold on baby I'm coming” she called, grabbing her robe and some underwear.

Cillian watched as Albie’s eyes lit up at the sight of him, a squeal of joy filled their bedroom “Daddy” he giggled rushing across to him, Cillian caught him in his arms pulling him into his chest “Morning Alb, been gone a few days and you've grown” he hummed.

Moments later Ophelia was running in, launching herself at him “Hello Princess” he held her against his side as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

Eden took in the sight in front of her, all thoughts of jealousy and distance leaving her mind as he held out his hand for her to join them.

The day had rolled by with a few dog walks, a pub dinner and bath time where Cillian had ended up soaked. The kids had finally settled, their family unit back together, they always played up when he was gone, always fighting for Eden's attention, asking for him and questioning how long he'd be gone.

Eden always remembered the months he was away filming while Ophelia was under a year, the struggle of life away from him with this new person in her life, a person she barely knew but felt so connected with.

The daily arguments when he did get time to call, the harsh words and bitter fights, it was easier when Albie arrived, the whole world in lockdown, Cillian at home for months. They'd all muddled through perfectly.

When the time came for him to leave for filming to start it had been a much easier transition, Albie settled into a routine, Ophelia understanding why daddy was going away.

They had a few weeks together before he was due to start filming in New Ross for Small Things Like These. He was thankful for the down time and a slower pace of life for a little bit, mucking in with school runs for Ophelia, days with Albie.

Eden took the glass of red wine he'd just poured them, she was curled up on the sofa, the tv humming in the background, Scout on the floor, candles flickering on the coffee table. This was the life they'd always pictured, the life they had when he wasn’t flying across the world for work.

Cillian's gaze lingered on her for a moment or two, his schedule had been so busy, He'd missed her, the soft touches of her skin on his when they passed in the kitchen, her contagious giggles when he'd do something silly just to pull a smile onto her lips.

He adored her, most people did, she had that energy around her, he knew he was so lucky to be her husband to do life with her. She was his anchor, his best friend.

She turned to look at him, eyes flicking over his features, glass perched on her crossed leg "what are you thinking about?" She simply asked, licking at her dry lips.

He smiled opening his arms up so she could curl into his side, he pressed his lips to her temple "you" he confirmed "but I'm right here" she looked up at him, he moved his fingertips over her cheek blushed red from the wine, he chuckled "I know but it's been a while" he shrugged as she nods.

She linked her fingers with his locking their hands together "Been pretty busy hasn't it" he nods worrying his lip between his teeth "just get scared Edes that it won't slow down and there's no time for us" she sat up slightly "Cillian Murphy, there's always time for us and it always slows down we know that it's just hectic right now" her hand squeezed his thigh.

“Feel like I'm missing out on so much with the kids” he sighed, head back against the sofa cushions “hardly, Ophelia is on a mission to video every little thing that goes on and Albie seems to save all his milestones for dada to witness” she laughed lightly, hand moving to cup at his cheek “you've worked hard for this and one day they'll both know just how fucking amazing their Daddy is” she moved so she could kiss him.

Cillian relaxed slightly under her touch, sipping from his wine as she moved back to his side, "What about you, feel like I'm always abandoning you" he sighed, he knew she was fine being alone with Ophelia and Albie, all she ever did was reassure him she was fine. He felt guilty most of the time he was away, like she was putting on a front for him "You're not abandoning me, I'm pretty sure I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to marry you and I knew it wouldn't change once we had babies” she smiled, pecking his cheek "and if you coming home is like this morning then you can leave more often" she nuzzled into his neck planting a kiss on his warm skin.

Cillian nodded “how do you manage to be so understanding?” He laughed lightly, “oh that thing you do with your fingers helps a lot” Eden shrugged “but you should hear me when you're not here, cursing you daily” she joked, Cillian squeezed at her side “behave” he hummed lips pressed against the top of her head. He felt all his hectic energy mellowing out with each of her kisses and he knew he was still in safe grounded hands.

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peakyscillian · 3 months ago

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Thank you for the hype, bestie 😘 everyone I would mention has been tagged! ✨ although I will add @missymurphy1985 even though she isn't here anymore her masterlist is still up and full of Tommy!

I need Tommy Shelby fanfic recommendations. I'm on a Tommy Shelby fix. Please send me fics.

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peakyscillian · 4 months ago

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hey Lau! I loved your latest date series update! Was just wondering do you have images in your head of what Ophelia and Albie look like? Or is that something you'd leave up to the reader to imagine?

Hey anon ☺️ ahh thank you!

I do have a sort of idea of what they both look like - I've included pictures under the text break & descriptions but I haven't gone too deep because I also like the reader to be able to imagine them however they want when reading about them!

TDS | Masterlist | divider by @/strangergraphics | Not my photos.

Ophelia is like a big mixture of Eden & Cill - she's got Cillian's blue eyes, she's got Eden facial expressions & attitude down, she's a brunette like both her parents, with straight flicky hair - she'll be cursing Cill when she gets older and the flicks are hard to tame! Her bone structure is softer but still has the trademark Murphy cheekbones.

Albie has his mama's green eyes but you can just tell he's going to grow up with deadly cheekbones and a sharp jawline like his dad! He's more Eden now in his toddler years but he's going to be an unmistakable Murphy when he grows up! His hair is already growing long and resembling Cillian's with the texture. Albie is more like Cillian personality wise.

Just an added bonus! Some family album snaps 🤭

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peakyscillian · 4 months ago

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Ahhh twinnie 😍 thank you for the love!! No need to apologise I know real life sometimes gets hectic!!

Omg yes! Eden would be me if I ever had to give birth (thankfully I don't see it happening 🤭) like sorry Cill but I lost my mind and let you do this to me again?! Jail for Murphy!

I'm so glad you can picture Phee and her adorable cheeky side! Also Phee murPHEE is all Cillian's doing because he's an absolute rascal and thinks he's the most hilarious Dad!

Thank you for the Hamlet joke. Cillian LOVED it, Ophelia however thought ham was better 🤷🏻‍♀️

Thank you for the reblog I LOVE YOU BESTIE!! 💕

The Second Birth | The Date Series

Summary: Baby Number Two is causing a dilemma in the Murphy Household. Warnings: This part is just fluff! maybe some language. Request: No Part: Twenty-Five A/N: This is a New Chapter - My posting schedule is currently Sunday & Wednesday.

The Second Birth | Part Twenty-Five

Masterlist | TDS Masterlist | Part 24

The Second Birth - Twenty-Five

Eden couldn't believe she'd let him get her like this again, let him get her pregnant again, he'd evidently remembered all his encouragement from the first time and had wheeled it back out, apparently being a cheerleader was in his remit.

“Cillian, I am going to need you to shut up” she hissed, the contraction tugging across her stomach, her gaze burning into the side of his head. “Ah Edes, I'm just trying to help” he mumbled like a petulant child.

Her grip tightened on his hand “silence, silence will help me” she groaned as the feeling to push took over, Cillian pushed her damp hair off her forehead “don't touch me” she wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Touching me is how I got into this state” she was being unreasonable, he was only trying to help but dear god whoever told her the second time was easier was a liar.

Cillian slumped back in the chair, his hand numb, god he was exhausted, he stifled a yawn “sorry am I keeping you up?” Eden snapped as she fell back against the cushions.

Cillian ran his free hand over his face, shaking his head to wake himself up “no, just feckin yawned” he stated, her cries of pain filling the room, minutes later she was back to snapping at him “yes sorry Cillian I forgot how hard this is on you on your body” she bit at him.

“Ok, Eden slow pushes and panting” her midwife instructed, Eden sighed shuffling her bum to get a better position before bearing down into the bed. “I can't” she sobbed, exhaling the breath she'd just held in,.

Cillian stood up daring to speak “you can darling, it's almost the end” he hummed, grabbing the cup of water on her bedside helping her sip from the straw.

“Cill, I can't please I can't” she threw her head back in despair, Cillian pressed a kiss to her sweaty forehead “Edes, you have too” he knew that was going to cause her more distress but what else could he say.

“I wouldn't have to if you hadn't knocked me up” she spat, Cillian bit his lip trying not to laugh as he caught the midwives eye “you weren't complaining at the time, love” he teased, she was already mad at him he had nothing to lose.

She threw him a look one he was sure could have killed him, “you're going to get neutered” she huffed, Cillian couldn't help it this time he laughed head thrown back “not a dog, love but I understand”

Eden was laying back in the bed, fresh sheets and a new nightgown on, their newest arrival on her chest. Cillian sat at her side, his finger stroking across the soft skin of his son's cheek.

As soon as he'd been placed in Eden's arms the air in the room had settled, she was no longer cursing Cillian, she was grabbing for him to hold her and their son.

“What about Hamlet? To go with Ophelia?” He asked with a serious look on his face. Eden flicked a look at him, drawing in a deep steadying breath, who had made her husband such a comedian in the last two hours, she wanted to talk to them.

“Cill” she sighed, trying not to snap at him “I love you but you're getting on my last nerve” Cillian grinned at her “ah love I was joking, but maybe I should go collect Phee?” He suggested.

Eden nodded, tilting her face to indicate she wanted a kiss, pressing one to her lips he pulled back, kissing his fingers to press them against the baby's cheek “look after your mam while I'm gone son” he smiled

Eden laughed lightly, she knew even though he hadn't said it out loud he was hoping for a boy. “We need to think of a name” she called at his retreating back “so Hamlet is off the list?” He chuckled hand on the door “it was never on the list” she retorted.

“I'll see what Phee wants” he gave her another smile before he left, Eden groaned she wasn't sure if that would be much better.

Days later when Eden was home from the hospital, their new baby was currently going by the name Baby Murph, Cillian had been trying his hardest to coax Phee into calling him Hamlet as a joke but her choice was ‘boy’.

“Hello boy!” she giggled crawling up the bed, her hair a mess, the crease of the pillow on her cheek. Heading for Eden and the baby, Cillian was stood in the doorway, a cup of coffee in his hand “Cill we really need a name for him” she sighed casting a look over at him, he looked ridiculous in his boxers and socks, his hair all over the place and his own pillow creased cheek.

“Dada said Ham-ley” Ophelia giggled again, Cillian joined them on the bed, Eden took his coffee having her own sip “I said Hamlet” he laughed pulling Ophelia onto his lap. Eden handed him back his coffee “Cill, please” she felt fragile and exhausted.

Cillian nodded "We will, he's not going to be ham forever” Cillian laughed tickling at Ophelia’s sides, Eden felt the rush of tears “he can't be a ham! Cill this is serious” she sobbed, Cillian pulled her into his side cradling her head against him “Hey, he's not going to be a ham, we'll figure it out” he soothed her.

She pulled back “but we knew with Ophelia straight away” she wailed, rubbing at her eyes “we did yes but that doesn't mean we won't know with him” he squeezed her shoulder, “Mama, sad” Ophelia cupped at her face.

Cillian took baby Murphy from her as Ophelia climbed onto her lap wiping her small hands across her face “No baby, just sleepy” she smiled, wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her pyjama top.

Cillian kissed her cheek “I'll stop telling Phee to say Hamlet, well hamley and we can have a proper think about it?” He asked, Eden nodded. “Go get a shower and I’ll sort breakfast” he patted her knee.

"I expressed some milk early this morning, its in the fridge” she smiled, kissing Ophelia’s cheek “Go make sure Daddy makes baby’s bottle correctly” she joked.

Ophelia nodded “yes mama, come on dada we need to feed baby” she instructed, Cillian laughed making sure Baby was safe on the bed as he got up grabbing his lounge bottoms.

Eden felt lighter than she had in the past week as Cillian closed his laptop, finally baby boy Murphy had a name. Eden stroked her hand over the top of his head where he was laying against her chest.

Baby Albie Murphy had been registered.

“How are we breaking the news to Phee that he's no longer baby boy or ham?” Cillian joked as he sat back against the sofa, Eden needed to feed Albie so she got herself comfortable next to Cillian, “I'm sure daddy will be able to find away” Eden laughed.

Cillian nudged her "hey, we're a team” he hummed “yes but daddy is more magic than mammy” Eden grinned, as she positioned Albie towards her breast, he quickly latched on.

Cillian watched her his head turned on the sofa cushions “I'm so fucking happy I get to do all this with you” he hummed, Eden gave him a look “oh god have the hormones got you too?” She giggled.

Cillian ran a hand over his face “leave off” he laughed, “I just mean it's fucking magic isn't it?” he continued, Eden smiled "no one else I'd want to be doing this with" she admitted, moving into his side resting her head on his shoulder as Albie fed.

“Get some rest love, I’ll mind you both” he hummed, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. Ophelia was down for a nap, even though they had been trying to get her out of them, with a newborn the break was needed.

“We registered baby brother today, so he's a real human” Cillian explained to Ophelia as he lent over the bath, Eden on the small stool Albie sleeping in her arms. “Which means we had to tell the lady his name” he carried on, flicking some bubbles at her she squealed in delight as she listened to him “baby boy” she exclaimed.

“No darling, we thought he needed a proper name like you” Cillian smiled, “I'm fifi” she grinned, splashing in the water, “you are, and baby brother is called Albie” he pushed her hair from her forehead, she turned to Eden a confused look on her face “A-Bee?” She questioned, Eden nodded “Yes baby Albie and big sister Ophelia”

She shook her head, “hamlet!” She grinned, Cillian bit his lip to stop the laughter, finally after all his hard work she had got it right.

A massive shout out to @cillmequick who not only lets me ramble my ideas to her but also gave me the idea for Cillian being a cheeky shite with his name suggestions 🤭 love youuuu 😘

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peakyscillian · 4 months ago

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Liv thank you for the love! 🩷

Especially when they have Cill around so much and then all of a sudden he's so busy it's hard work!!

Thanks for the reblog ☺️☺️