#Cillian BTR Series

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Bend The Rules | Cillian Murphy Series

Summary: Cillian is unhappily married, to someone who doesn’t care about him, surely he can bend the rules? Warnings: Cheating, drama, Smut, Mature themes, sexual content, language. Angst Minors DNI Pairing: Cillian x Fem!Reader Part: 11 - Short Chapter A/N: No disrespect to Cillian/his family this is purely fiction.

Bend The Rules | Part 11

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Part Eleven.

The next two weeks at work were a blur, you kept yourself hidden away in the wardrobe department, mainly filing, sending off clothes to storage, sending out invoices as the season was wrapping up in a few weeks. You had been assigned to a few minor roles for fittings, but no-one from the main cast was sent your way. 

You’d seen Cillian a few times, he looked exhausted, the sharp bones of his face making him look drawn, he hadn’t looked at you once when passing, he’d left messages for you, that you kept moving to the archive function on your phone.

Your sister had been begging for you to come back to London, but you needed to finish off this job, you needed to prove yourself. You weren’t going to run away. 

You knew going to his apartment was a mistake, but god you just wanted to be close to him one last time, not have him walking away from you in your kitchen, the last memory of him.

You knew you were punishing yourself, he had tried to talk to you, tried to fix everything.

You’d arrive on set early on the final Friday, half a day to get through before everything was finished off, so you could run back to London and forget about Manchester. 

You were surprised to see Cillian sat outside the wardrobe department, reading one of his many books, coffee by his feet.

He looked up as you got closer, an unsure smile on his face as you unlocked the door, he followed you in “Please talk to me” he broke the silence, you busied yourself with unpacking your bag, setting up your laptop “what's there to say?” you asked, not looking at him afraid you’d crumble the second you locked eyes with him. 

“You leave in the middle of the night and I don't hear from you? You won't hear me out about this whole fucking mess? There’s a lot to fucking say” he was leaning against the wall. 

You finally turned to look at him “I’m the one this is punishing, I’m losing my fucking job because of this, because of her" you spat, anything to do with her put a bitter taste in your mouth, "and maybe I shouldn't have come round the other night but you didn't fucking stop me” you were trying not to shout at him.

“Losing your job?” Cillian was shocked, surely not? “Lucinda can’t keep me on for the next however many seasons because no one will trust me, because I’m some kind of harlot lurking in the wardrobe department stealing husbands” you felt hysterical, you hadn’t said anything like this out loud in weeks. 

Cillian moved away from the wall, stepping towards you, you shook your head “and this is such a fucking mess, because I love this job, everything about this has been my dream and now I can’t stay” you swiped at the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Even if I could stay, I wouldn’t be able to, I can’t be around you, I can’t see you everyday and know how much you hurt me, how you lied to me” you grabbed for a tissue.

Cillian knelt down in front of you “I haven’t lied, I promise I haven’t, fuck I know I’ve hurt you, I wish I hadn’t hurt you" he stopped catching his breath before he carried on, "but I need you to know everything I told you, about me and her was true, I want to work this out, I want you” he looked close to tears, his hands resting lightly on your knees stroking his thumbs over the material of your jeans. 

You shook your head hiccuping as you covered his hands with yours “I want you, but not like this, I can’t do it like this. I've got to leave” 

Cillian sighed “why are you punishing yourself? We can work this out”, you diverted your gaze to the floor “this isn't how I wanted us to be, this isn't the amazing love story I thought we could have, I've got to go”’

Cillian bit at his lip, “Please don’t” he stood up trying to keep everything in check, trying to keep his emotions at bay. 

“I have too, what kind of life is this Cillian? I can’t do it, fuck I’m so stupid because I told you, I told you someone was going to get hurt and what a big surprise that it’s me” you laughed lightly. 

You walked across to him, hands cupping at his face “I’m going back to London, going to spend some time away, you’ll be okay, you needed out of your marriage” his hands were on your hips.

“Can’t I make you stay?” he asked, you shook your head, standing on tiptoes brushing your lips with his, “We obviously weren’t meant to be Cill” you sighed as you both pulled away. 

“We were meant to be, just the wrong time” he shrugged, “definitely the wrong time for us” you added, fingers hooked with his.

“I meant it when I told you I love you” he licked across his lips, you nodded “I meant it to, but now everything that’s gone on? It feels tainted” you let go of his hands knowing it was getting harder to walk away from him. 

“Will you let me know how you are, in a few weeks? Once you’ve settled back in London?” he asked, hopeful to still have some contact.

You nodded “give me some time, you’ll be back in Dublin you don’t need to worry about me” you tried to joke, he smiled “I’ll always worry about you, fuck you’re always going to be on my mind” he cupped his hand under your chin. 

You cursed yourself for the tears that started to fall again “don’t Cill-” you felt your lip quiver as he wiped away the tears.

“Please just leave before I do something that makes it harder, again” you looked at him, as he nodded dipping to kiss you one last time. 

You waited until he had closed the door, until you were sure he was out of the building before you locked the door and let yourself cry.

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Bend The Rules | Cillian Murphy Series

Summary: Cillian is unhappily married, to someone who doesn’t care about him, surely he can bend the rules? Warnings: Cheating, drama, Smut, Mature themes, sexual content, language. Angst. Minors DNI Pairing: Cillian x Fem!Reader Part: 12 A/N: No disrespect to Cillian/his family this is purely fiction.

Bend The Rules | Part Twelve

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Part Twelve

It had been ten months since Manchester, six months of sleeping in your sister's guest room, four months in a houseshare, but today was the day you were moving, a new job had come along in Dublin, not somewhere you ever saw yourself going after everything that happened. 

The job was too good to pass up, something you could throw yourself into and forget about any mistakes you’d made. Dublin was a big enough place to never have to run into Cillian. 

You’d kept your promise, you had messaged him two months after leaving Manchester, let him know you were okay, he’d replied and told you how he was heading to New Mexico for a new Christopher Nolan role, you were a little bit jealous that his mistakes hadn't cost him his whole career. 

You had wanted to ask about her, if he was still with her, if she was really having this baby that had blown everything apart, but you stopped yourself, why would you torture yourself with an unwanted answer. 

So instead you’d sent a short message back, before trying to move on. 

-

Cillian was shattered, but his brother had convinced him that he needed to come out for the evening, he’d just got back from filming, the jet lag still biting him in the ass, but he hadn’t been out for a while, hadn’t let himself have any kind of life. 

The pub was busy, which wasn’t unusual, Friday night in Dublin was always packed. He had been in the pub for an hour, when it was his turn to buy drinks for the group, he’d weaved through the crowds, getting a spot at the bar, people next to him shouting their orders over the noise. 

“Shit, sorry” he heard the small laugh from behind him as someone stumbled into his back “Shona! Watch yourself please” the voice shouted, he turned to let the person know it was okay, no damage done. 

The second he spotted her, all 5ft of her, the smile pulling dimples onto her cheeks, he froze he hadn’t seen her in nearly a year, and here she was in one of his favourite bars, in Dublin looking so at home with the group of girls behind her.

“Y/N?” he shouted, god no wonder he used to get up the next day with a no voice in his younger years, she looked up with eyes wide “Cill” she smiled, biting at her lip. 

“Can I get you a drink? and your friends?” he asked, she nodded “We were getting wine, a bottle, if that’s okay?”, “Works over for the week” she added. 

Your heart was hammering in your chest, three weeks in Dublin and of course you’d run into him, his hair was still short, you’d seen pictures of him filming for Chris’ new film, he looked so thin, loved to throw himself into a role right down to the smallest details. 

Cillian handed you the wine with five glasses “Is one enough?” he laughed, you nodded “We’ve had two already, but thanks” you shrugged, “Can we catch up?” he smiled, hoping you weren’t going to walk away again.

“Tonight?” you asked, the girls were heading to find a table, bottle of wine in hand, you didn’t think they’d have any luck, “Yeah, please” he turned quickly to pay for the drinks “You can sit at our table, it's the massive one in the back corner, enough room for all of you” he suggested.

You took two of the pints “Is that okay?” you asked, as you followed him to the table “Of course” he turned with a smile, you gathered your friends, all slipping into the booth together. 

You could feel the skin of his bare arm radiating heat against your own, “Alright Cill, we know you’re divorced now but do you need five girls?” the younger man laughed, Cillian shook his head “Girls, this is my annoying little brother Paddy, who thinks he’s hilarious”, he introduced you all to the whole group.

He was divorced, you felt yourself relax slightly.

-

A few hours later you excused yourself from the table, you needed air, your head was spinning, sitting so close to him, feeling his arm brush against you, the accidental nudge of a foot under the table when you were moving to grab something.

You lit up your cigarette, taking a quick drag as the door opened, Cillian stepped out, fishing a packet of his own cigarettes from his pocket. “Hey” you smiled as he joined you on the small wooden picnic bench, placing his pint down.

“Hey you, it's good to see you” he smiled, you nodded because it was good to see him, you had missed him but Christ you hadn't allowed yourself to think about that for months.

“What are you doing in Dublin?” He asked zipping up his jacket, September had turned cold, “I moved here, there was an amazing job and I'd spent months living with my sister” you explained, Cillian nodded taking in the information, sipping from his pint.

“I should have come after you” he spoke suddenly, you looked up at him, “no, I asked you to let me leave, you did the right thing” you took a long pull on the cigarette.

Cillian nodded, pushing his free hand through his hair, “are you living in the city or further out?”, you dropped the end of your cigarette on the floor “Blackrock, didn't want to live right in the city” you smiled with a shiver.

Cillian laughed lightly, shaking his head “I live down the road, Monkstown, sold the city house when, well you know” he didn't finish the sentence as you nodded, understanding what he was getting at.

You looked at him, taking a sip of his pint with a smile “I need to know, was she actually pregnant?” you noticed Cillian smirk shaking his head “believe it or not she was, not mine though as confirmed by my lawyer she admitted it to Linda, had a baby boy two months after the divorce was final” 

You nodded, hand slowly moving to sit on top of his “I've missed you” you admitted out loud for the first time in ten months, “you've probably moved on, it's just.. yeah it's good to see you” 

Cillian shook his head “haven't moved on, haven't let myself, it was all such a disaster I didn't want to try again” he confessed, you linked your fingers through his, “I'm sorry about that night, I shouldn't have left like that” you looked embarrassed biting at your lip.

“We both made mistakes, I shouldn't have gone and got drunk the night when it all happened, should have come and talked to you” he squeezed your hand, letting the silence sink comfortably between you.

“Can we have dinner or something?” Cillian asked, looking hopeful, “there's some nice places in Monkstown I could pick you up?” He really didn't want to say goodbye to you again.

You couldn't deny it anymore, you had been punishing yourself for too long, had nights where all you wanted to do was call him, tell him you'd made a mistake walking away like you did, “yeah I'd like that” you smiled tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Cillian returned your smile “Sunday? Or is that too soon?” You shook your head “Sunday is fine” you stood up, shivering in the cold wind, Cillian stood up as well, catching your hand he pulled you towards him “feels good to be near you again” he confessed with the lightest kiss across your cheek.

You held onto him, feeling the comforting press of his body against yours, before you both broke apart, Cillian held the door open for you to walk back into the warmth of the pub.

Settling down at the table again, you felt lighter, Cillian topped up your wine, you thanked him with a gentle squeeze to his knee as you all fell back into conversation with the group.

-

You were sitting in Cillians car, parked outside your house, dinner had been comfortable, catching up on things that you'd both missed. 

You didn't want to get out of the car, you didn't want to end the night and possibly never see him again, you'd found each other so unexpectedly, you weren't sure you could let him go again.

You'd walked away once, you'd broken your own heart packing up your apartment, driving away from the place you'd felt truly happy, but you had needed to leave, you needed to be as far away from it, you'd been humiliated.

“I don-'' you started at the same time he did “we could-” he laughed, allowing you to carry on “I don't want tonight to end” you admitted, Cillian turned to you “we could go to mine? I'll drop you back later?” He suggested, you nodded “I'd like that” Cillian nodded, starting the car and pulling away.

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Cillian let you both into his house, a Victorian townhouse close to the harbour, he took your coat, “come through” he smiled, leading you to the kitchen “wine?” He asked, pulling a bottle of red from the rack.

You spotted the wine glasses reaching for them, “fit right in” he joked, you shrugged “make me feel comfortable, Cill” you smiled.

He nodded with a smile, filling the glasses before handing you one, “do I get a tour of this big house?” You asked, taking a sip of wine. 

Cillian had his hand on the small of your back, directing you out into the hall “never been to yours before” you giggled lightly.

“Ah but you have, you slipped out in the night” he joked, you diverted your gaze from his “we can joke about it then?” You spoke softly, “of course, makes it easier” he laughed, pulling you into his side “because I've never felt like a one night stand in my life until then, and it was awful” he admitted.

You looked up at him, feeling guilty “sorry” you mumbled, taking a sip of the wine, he nudged his hip against yours “I've done it, just never had it done to me” he confessed.

You giggled slightly “Cillian Murphy the dark horse” his mouth fell open in mock shock “always the quiet ones” you quipped as he pulled you towards the lounge. 

Cillian sat on the sofa, watching as you straddled his legs, in one swift movement he had pulled you into his body, you felt the energy shift in the room as you locked eyes with him, his fingers brushing across your cheek “can I kiss you?” He asked, you instinctively licked across your lips, “please, kiss me” you smiled.

Cillian’s lips softly pecked against yours a few times, tenderly catching your bottom lip with his teeth, you pushed your hand through his hair, tugging lightly at the strands, earning a small groan against your lips, you took the chance to lick into his mouth, tongues clashing together. Cillian’s hands on your waist holding you against him.

You both pulled apart, slightly breathless “we should stop” he huffed out a breath, teeth pulling against his own lip, the feeling of yours still pressed on them. “We should” you agreed.

Cillian cupped at your cheek “we've only just met, should take you out on more dates” he had a cheeky glint in his eye as he spoke, you batted at his chest playfully.

Sinking into his body, lips pressed against his, he pulled away slowly “Stay the night” he asked, you pressed your forehead against his, “Cill, are you sure?” you asked, he nodded biting at his lip “Yeah of course, just want you to stay, nothing else” 

You thought for a second, trying to battle with your head and your heart, you bit at your lip why were you still trying to punish yourself? You smiled nodding your head “give me this grand tour then, don't want to get lost in the night” 

You stood up, taking his hands to pull him up “oh when you sneak out again?”, Cillian lead you out of the lounge, you rolled your eyes “when I need to use the bathroom obviously” you replied, Cillian looked at you over his shoulder as you walked up the stairs “I have an en-suite” 

You gasped “who said I was staying in your bed?”, Cillian stopped, arms looping around your waist pulling you into him again “I've got to keep an eye on you” 

Your arms were around his shoulders, hand on the back of his head “I don't plan on running off ever again” a beaming smile pulled onto his face, nudging your nose with his “thank fuck for that” he sighed, kissing you softly, hands pushed under your jumper resting on the warm skin of your waist. You pulled away from his lips, “I need you” you whined breathlessly, Cillian smiled “I’ve got you darling” he led you down the hall, looking back over his shoulder to take you in, kiss swollen lips, a flush on your cheeks, eyes wild with desire, fuck he’d missed you.

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Bend The Rules | Cillian Murphy Series

Summary: Cillian is unhappily married, to someone who doesn’t care about him, surely he can bend the rules? Warnings: Cheating, drama, Smut, Mature themes, sexual content, language. Minors DNI Pairing: Cillian x Fem!Reader Part: 7 A/N: No disrespect to Cillian/his family this is purely fiction.

I just want to have a little shout out moment, to my wonderful Alex (@cillmequick) who let me have a massive brain dump of ideas and just rolled with the flow of me being all over the place - giving me help on where to take this little series I've created. So I hope you like this part - Enjoy bestie 😘

Bend The Rules | Part 7

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Part Seven.

Your head was spinning, you'd arrived on set earlier than planned, you needed to find Cillian, how had she even found where you lived?

It was packed today, of all days, a massive scene playing out for the whole Shelby family.

You found him sat to the side of the canal, a book in hand as he relaxed, he caught your eye as if he'd sensed you walking over.

"Can we just go check the fit of the Gala outfit please?" you asked, trying to remain composed, "there were some alterations" you added.

Cillian nodded, standing from him chair, he frowned at you as you stormed off ahead, what had he done now?

Once you were both in the privacy of the dressing room, he was looking for the Tux that you had fitted him for weeks ago, one that had you dropping to your knee's and taking his cock into your mouth.

It hadn't been sent for alterations, it had been sent to dry cleaning because you under estimated how much of his cum you could swallow in one go, he adjusted himself at the thought of you, his cum leaking from your mouth, the cheeky giggle as you tried to swipe it from the leg of the trouser.

"She knows" your voice was shaking, only slightly but, god when he looked at you, your eyes were wild and frightened.

"What?" that took away the dull ache in his balls as quick as it had appeared "how?"

You shrug at him, which fills him with a flash of annoyance, because how did she know? how could she find out? but then he relaxes, it's not your fault, it's his mess he's dragged you into.

She'd been out of town, away on another press trip straight after the Charity dinner, not that he had checked up on her, why would he? he was trying to hard to divorce this woman.

"I don't know, she turned up this morning not long after you left" you sat in the nearest chair, your head was a mess.

"Fuck" he cursed, Irish accent coated with a thick disgust, how she had the nerve to turn up on your doorstep.

"Waving fucking divorce papers at me, telling me I'm the reason" you were ranting, "Which I am I suppose, but you wanted out of this marriage long before I showed up"

Cillian was kneeling in front of you, hands stroking over your knee's "This is my mess and I'll sort it, I do want out of this marriage, I want to be able to be with you in every capacity, not just hiding in your apartment or in locked rooms on set, I want you"

His fingers had pushed through yours, palms touching "I want to be loved by someone who cares about me, who knows every fucking annoying thing about me and still chooses me"

"You do have a lot of things that are annoying" you joked, trying to hold the tears back, "but, you're also so fucking wonderful Cillian and if she hasn't ever seen that then she doesn't deserve you" you cupped at his jaw.

He was wonderful, so caring you felt like you didn't deserve him, you were rushing into falling for him, you couldn't stop yourself, you couldn't make youself slow down.

It's tumbling from your mouth, before you can even register that you're the one who is saying it, "I love you, I want to be the one to love you" your mouth closes quickly, heart hammering.

Then you see the look fall across his face, the smile tugging on his lips making his cheek bones stand strong to attention as he moves, to cup your face in his hands, bent almost in half so he can kiss you so forecefully, he takes the air right from your lungs, you're grabbing at him to pull him closer.

Because, you never want to let him go, whatever she was planning would be fine, it wouldn't hurt as much as you once thought because he's pulling away from your lips to let you breathe and he's saying those words right back "I love you".

-

You can hear Cillian outside his trailer, trying his hardest not to shout down the line to her, he's getting answers, because how dare she find your home, confront you on your own doorstep.

In a flurry of choice words and a low frustrated groan he's back walking through the door.

"she followed me the other night, then found out my schedule set up a little stake out to watch me leave your apartment to confirm her suspicion" he shrugged off the thick wool coat of his character.

You were meant to be off set hours ago, but you'd stayed in his trailer waiting for him between scenes and meetings, pottering around the costume department, setting up for future appointments anything to distract you from the feeling of her being near your home.

"I've finished up" he's taking off the cap, leaving it on the side "we can get a late dinner?" he asks, slowly removing the layers of Tommy Shelby from him body.

You nod, moving towards him to help with his tie, the buttons on the collar of his shirt, fingers moving down to unbutton the crisp slim fit shirt from his body, fingertips tracing over the fake tattoo's, the well crafted scar on is chest.

Cillian takes your hand in his, holding it against his chest "I want to take you out for dinner, fuck sneaking around" he looks so sure of himself.

You're biting at your bottom lip, slightly worrying it between your teeth "yes, I'd like that" you throw all caution to the wind because why couldn't you be seen with him?

-

Four hours later you're pleasently full with good food and wine, Cillian holding the door open for you to slip into the passenger seat of your car.

He's pulling away from the roadside, focused on the road but you're certain you saw the flash of something, the ultimate invasion of any privacy.

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