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paradiseprincesss · 6 months ago

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OMG OMG OMG. now i KNOW you aren’t taking requests. but im helping you out with your cillian story. reader is having an affair with cillian, they meet either on set or at an awards show and she’s whipped for him. but he just won’t leave his toxic wife. all to the song fantasize by ariana 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

fantasize - cillian murphy x reader

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notes: thank you to my pookie @ilovetoxicfictionalmen for helping me with the idea of this entire thing she served and she did not come to play i love her - okay so this is my first actual cillian fic and lowkey i was nervous to post it but slay? this is lowkey based off the ariana grande scandal lol and also completely based off fantasize by ariana grande (unreleased). also sorry if theres any mistakes i edited it but i got lazy like halfway through lmaoo

summary: cillian falls for a young, talented singer who finds out he's married, and she gives him an ultimatum; either get a divorce and then she'll give him a chance, or don't ever talk to her again because she's not that kind of girl. after nearly a year of not speaking, news breaks that he's divorced his wife - and suddenly, he shows up to her home in los angeles begging for her love because he can't seem to forget about her.

word count: 9.1k

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, cheating/affair, divorce, age gap (unspecified but reader is early 20's and cillian is 47), fingering, p in v, general smut obviously, pining (a tad bit), pathetic desperate cillian, cillian doesn't have kids in this au

"over here!"

"one more, just look here for a second, gorgeous!"

"are you going to be performing tonight?"

"when is the album dropping?"

the cameras flashed in your pretty face, and the reporters and paparazzi continued to yell out questions and take pictures of you as you walked down the carpet in a rush to get inside.

tonight was the oscars - it was a pretty big deal in hollywood, and as an a-list singer, you were invited to attend of course. yes, you were fresh onto the scene, so young you had barely finished high school by the time your name was being plastered in the tabloids, but now a few years later, you were a household name. your voice captured the hearts of many, and you were ever so grateful for your adoring fans.

after the release of your debut album, your fame skyrocketed. barely entering into your twenties, you already had multiple musical awards ranging from ama's to grammy's. there wasn't a person alive who didn't know your name. not only were you a talented singer who's voice hit octaves that could shatter glass, but you were a beauty icon.

with your iconic sense of style and that gorgeous face of yours, you weren't hard to miss. everything down to the last detail about you had many swooning, including some of the biggest names in hollywood. tonight, you wore a stunning, black, sultry gown custom made by vera wang herself, and matching black pumps that were from valentino. your stylist absolutely delivered on your hair and makeup so tonight - all eyes were on you.

you were rumoured to be performing at the oscars this year. the rumours had started to circulate a few weeks prior with fans getting all amped up about a possible performance from you. however, tonight you were just there to attend and look stunning on the carpet, as well as maybe catch up with some of your fellow celebrity friends. you weren't the type to step out onto every red carpet, so when you did, you made headlines.

as you stepped away from the flashing lights and the buzzing reporters, you finally made your way into the venue where the oscars were being held. this year, they had set things up a little differently than they usually did. most of the time, it was like a theatre of some kind. rows and rows of seating like you would see in the movie theatres, but this year, they switched it up. instead of the normal seating arrangements, they had cloth covered round tables with name plates.

your team got you seated at a table quite close to the front; the venue was already pretty much fully packed once you got inside, actors and singers alike were all mingling with each other. tonight, you were seated at a table with a few other young singers and talented individuals - billie eilish and olivia rodrigo being two of them.

"you look amazing." billie said to you as soon as she noticed you, and olivia looked up from her phone with a smile. "you totally do, i love this dress on you!" olivia agreed sweetly.

"oh my gosh, look at you two, though!" you say, excitedly catching up with two of your closest friends in the business. the three of you continued chatting for a while amongst yourselves, and billie pointed to the table diagonally across from yours.

"dude, cillian murphy is sitting over there - holy shit." she laughs, and you and olivia peek over at the table billie gestured to.

there at a table sat the cast of oppenheimer, and even for someone as famous as yourself - you were starstruck at the sight of him. he was undeniably gorgeous...and definitely way too old for you. you were aware that cillian was a very private guy, never really stepping out into the public eye other than to act or do a quick interview every now and then, but seeing him in person had your head spinning. he was even better looking in person than any photos that you'd ever seen of him.

as you, billie, and olivia stared at the seasoned actors and actresses seated across from you, cillian glanced over - and all three of you looked away, feeling like silly, teenage school girls. "shit," you giggle, "that's embarrassing."

"awkward." billie laughed, and olivia laughed along with the two of you. the topic of conversation switched quickly, and the three of you continued to talk about everything under the sun. eventually, the lights started to dim and the room started to go quiet as the host stepped out on stage. you'd never been to the oscars before, only other award shows, so you were watching in awe as this was your first year attending.

throughout the award show, you stole little glances at cillian; he was mesmerizing, and his blue eyes were truly breathtaking. halfway through the award show, cillians name was announced and he accepted an oscar for his performance in oppenheimer. you applauded along with the rest of the crowd, and he did his little acceptance speech before joining the rest of the cast back at his table.

while he stood up there, you couldn't help but notice how perfect he was - not a flaw existed on this man. as you watched him with hearts in your eyes, you almost felt your heart leap out of your throat as the two of you made eye contact for just a second. however, he quickly returned his gaze to something else, almost looking flustered to have looked your way.

afterwards, cillian and the rest of the cast all did a little cheers to his award. they put their champagne glasses down and continued to watch the host on stage. whilst many talented actors and actresses went up to claim their oscars, your eyes were focused on something else - rather, someone else.

you couldn't help but keep looking over at the older man across from you; nobody in hollywood had truly captured your attention the way he did. love at first sight, perhaps. sure, your sweet personality and jaw-dropping beauty had many a-list men and women swooning, but you never felt inclined to date someone in the same industry as you - they usually had a reputation. there was always something wrong with them, whether they were substance addicts or a serial cheater; you didn't want to stick around and find out.

your heart rate spiked when those stunningly blue eyes you'd been staring at all evening suddenly locked with yours once more, and you looked away hastily, out of both sheer embarrassment and awkwardness from being caught staring. you immediately started to pay attention to the award show, not daring to glance back over at his table. after the host wrapped up the show, everyone got ready to head to the oscars afterparty.

you made your way to the venue with billie and olivia, along with some other young women your own age, and headed straight to the bar. you ordered a cosmopolitan, then another, and then one more. after socializing and drinking, you went to one of the many tables scattered across the room. sitting down, you sigh and sip on your third cosmo of the night.

"excuse me," an smooth, irish accent came from beside you, "d'you mind if i join you?"

looking up in awe, you see none other than cillian murphy himself - looking handsome as ever in his suit - standing with a glass of whiskey in his hands. you felt at a loss for words, but nodded and swallowed. "not at all." you say, gesturing for him to sit.

"i'm sorry," he laughs softly, "i had to come over and say hi. i'm actually a bit of a fan. i watched your performance at the grammy's a few months ago - you're incredibly talented. you have a beautiful voice."

as he tells you this, you felt your jaw drop. cillian murphy, the man himself, thought you were talented? you look at him with an adoring smile, and nod as you took everything that he said in. if you were being honest; you didn't think he even knew who you were.

"that means, like, so much coming from you. i saw oppenheimer and your portrayal of him was amazing. everything you do is...amazing." you gush, and he smiles bashfully. honestly - you found it quite endearing that he was even approaching you and talking to you like this; wasn't he well known for being so reserved and frankly, a little shy or even awkward?

"ah, i appreciate that." he smiles softly, "it's admirable how successful you are - especially for someone so young."

you bit your lip as he mentioned your youthfulness, feeling both mentally and physically weak in the presence of this man. you felt your head spinning; was this really happening right now?

you shrug, trying to play it off as cool as possible. "i appreciate that, truly." you say softly, looking at him with the same starstruck expression as before.

he was quiet for a good minute, taking in your every detail. you noticed his eyes lingered to the dip in your dresses neckline, before speaking again in his gorgeous irish accent.

"m'sorry, you must get this all the time, but you're absolutely stunning." he says casually.

you thought you'd misheard him at first when he said those words. this was cillian murphy of all people - and he was casually throwing out compliments to you. not to mention he was more than twice your age; it was almost morally wrong. almost, but it seemed that neither of you seemed to care about that. not that you really should, anyway.

"t-thank you! i think that, um, you're..." you stammer out, but trail off. you were three drinks in, a little past tipsy, and so utterly starstruck by him that you couldn't muster up the courage to tell him how attractive you found him.

he seemed to understand your nervousness, and gently, he placed one of his hands on your upper thigh with a soft laugh. "nerves?" he asks sympathetically, and you nod your head, laughing along with him. "it's your first time at the oscars, right?"

"yeah," you confess with a smile, "sometimes, i feel like i'm still not used to the whole 'celebrity' thing."

"understandable, you're s'young. it only makes sense." he tells you, once again reminding you of how young you were in comparison to him, whilst his hand was literally resting on your thigh. "if you want, we could go back to my hotel room to chat. you know, to ease your nerves if crowded rooms aren't your thing."

you almost had to stop yourself from fangirling out loud, and with a small nod and a soft smile, you take him up on his offer. "y-yeah, okay. sure."

you were almost certain that he wasn't taking you back to his hotel room for the sake of rescuing you from your social anxiety, but you let it slide. i mean, he's cillian murphy - you'd let just about anything he did slide.

he softly took your hand in his, walking you out to the exit with him, and a few people glanced over in surprise. you tried to pay them no mind, but you knew how it must've looked to others. cillian and you got into his car with his driver, and the both of you headed back to his hotel. once the two of you got to his room, he closed the door behind him and threw his suit jacket over the back of the couch.

you stood there a little awkwardly, mostly because you were so nervous, but also because you'd never been this close with a man so much older than you before. cillian made his way over to you, and softly put his hand on your waist, his thumb trailing little circles over the fabric of your dress.

"is this okay?" he asked softly, and you nodded.

"mhm." you answer, looking up into those striking blue eyes of his.

his other hand trails up your spine, and then to the back of your neck, running his hands through your hair gently. softly, he pulled you closer, closing the gap between the two of you. you were in shock; but you kissed back. it was electrifying. here you were, standing in cillian murphy's hotel room, kissing him. you thought that surely you were dreaming.

the two of you continued to share a few more kisses which then turned into making out, and suddenly you were laying back on his bed with him on top of you. he continued to kiss you deeply, hands roaming all over your body until something seemingly got stuck in a loose thread on your dress. as you both pulled away hesitantly, you noticed something on his hand gotten stuck on that loose thread - a ring.

and no, it wasn't just some regular old ring, and surely not one just to accessorize. the gold band shone on his ring finger, and you saw it for what it was - a wedding ring. you looked down at the ring, and then back at him. how could you have not seen it before?

it seemed in this moment, he knew he'd fucked up as he cleared his throat and started to stumble over his words.

"i-it's not-" he tried to explain, "i'm leaving her."

you looked at him in shock, and in the heat of the moment, you pushed him off of you with a scoff. "you're married?" you ask angrily, "are you fucking kidding me?"

"yes, but-" he tried to interject, but you weren't having it.

"that's disgusting," you spat, "have some respect, jesus christ."

you were already getting up from the bed, grabbing your purse from the kitchen counter as your designer heels clicked against the wooden floors. everything went south so quickly; from when you met to how you ended up in his bed, making out - it was all just one big blurry mess to you now. you didn't know he was married, and if you did, you never would have accepted his offer to come back to his hotel room - let alone let him put his hand on your thigh.

"wait, please-" he begged, following you as you collected your things, "i can explain."

"really?" you asked sarcastically, "you can explain how you're married, yet you decided to take a woman less than half your age to your hotel room?"

"yes," he exasperated, "i'm leaving her, i swear. we're getting a divorce."

you scoffed, this wasn't the first time you'd heard this excuse. hollywood men were sleazy. this was a known fact, and you'd lost count of the amount of men who had slid into your dms telling you that they were getting a divorce or leaving their woman for you. it's not like you ever replied or cared to give in, but still - you knew what they were like.

cillian knew what he was saying was wrong on so many levels - but he couldn't stop himself when it came to you. within seconds of seeing you, you drove him wild. you were a type of beauty he'd never seen before, someone you just feel instantly drawn to.

"well," you say, after a riviting moment of silence, "we'll see about that." you turned to grab the door handle with your purse thrown over your shoulder.

cillian suddenly reached out to grab your arm out of instinct, not willing nor ready to let you go just yet. "please," he sighed, "please - just give me a chance." he said, feeling extremely pathetic for begging like this.

you stayed silent and shot him a stern look, and he took this as his opportunity to continue whatever tangent he was already on. "i'm trying to divorce her as quick as i can but it's just so complicated" he explained, "you're just so gorgeous, fuck, and you're- you're everything i want- no, need."

you stayed quiet for another few seconds, once again trying to process what was coming out of this mans mouth.

"listen," you sigh, "i don't mess with married men, i'm not that kind of girl - but if you actually go through with that divorce - if you're genuinely serious about that, then maybe we can talk."

and with that, you pushed his arm off of you, stepping out of his hotel room and slamming the door behind you. as much as you wanted him to be yours - you knew it was wrong. you were meant to be on your own, not with a man who was married to another woman. what kind of woman would that make you if you were to let something happen between the two of you? you could never do anything like that. i mean, you would but, you were just too nice - and too hot.

you found his driver outside of the hotel, and you told him to drive you back to your hotel. that night, you took a steamy shower to try and clear your mind - but you couldn't shake the thought of him. usually, you paid no mind to any men, married or not, but if you were being honest; you couldn't stop fantasizing about cillian.

you couldn't help but think of him in all the wrong ways while you were laying in bed. you didn't even know why. that night, you had trouble falling asleep, your mind was far too occupied by fantasies of what it would be like to be his. this was only the beginning of such fantasies that would play out in your head for many months to come, but you didn't stop yourself from imagining them.

you'd fantasize about him all the time. if he was yours, you'd give him every part of you, nine to five and five to nine. your life hadn't been the same since you met him. sure, you hated it at first but soon, those little fantasies started to fuel you. you knew he was crazy about you, too. he'd even create little burner accounts to stalk your social media to see what you were doing - but you never wanted to give off the impression that you felt the same. at least, not yet you didn't.

it had been a hectic last few months with all the award shoes and red carpets that came after the oscars, but now you had some downtime. award season was over, and that meant you had more free time to stay out of the public eye and work on your second album, which you were excited to share. however, there was another small reason why you chose to stay out of the public eye.

photos of you and cillian, hands intertwined, had leaked to the media. apparently, the two of you in your inebriated states didn't notice some fans lingering around the area hoping to catch a glimpse of some celebrities. those people snapped some photos of the two of you, and then sold them to multiple media outlets.

the backlash was what you expected - sort of. the media had painted you to be the innocent one in this scandal, and rather cillian the one in the wrong. to be fair, that's what the truth was anyways, but you were glad that in this day and age, you had the internet backing you up and not ripping you to shreds. there were multiple articles talking about how "cillian murphy, 47, tried to take advantage" of you and how he was straying from his wife for "someone who was more than two decades younger."

you were pretty silent on social media for a while, and you only got around to updating and posting like you normally did just last week. the comments scared you as you weren't sure what people would have to say, but everyone was surprisingly supportive of you. there were minimal to no comments about the whole cillian murphy scandal, and things seemed to have died down just as quickly as they started.

now, a few months later after those pictures head leaked - cillian was still with his wife who he claimed he was "divorcing." you knew that it was most likely a front, but deep down; a part of you wished he had gone through with it, and even worse - you wished you had gone through with throwing caution to the wind and having your way with him that night. as wrong as it was, you felt your heart aching at the thought of him. sure, you were young and you didn't really know what love was, but you were pretty certain that this. was. it.

you wanted to know so badly why he was still with her, he was clearly not happy and had wandering eyes, so why was he still staying? it was a puzzle to you, and you felt yourself overthinking the simple question constantly, often letting it consume your daily thoughts. cillian wished he could tell you why, but he knew it would sound shallow. if he was being honest - he didn't love his wife. maybe at first when they got married when he was your age he did, but definitely not anymore.

their love had grown stale, and it's not like he really had a reason to stay faithful anymore besides his morals, but those morals didn't do him any good whenever he thought of you or better yet, saw pictures of you. him and his wife didn't share any kids together thankfully, and he often found himself zoning out every time they spent time with one another; his thoughts going to you instead. his wife had indeed seen the pictures of the two of you, but she was determined to let it go. apparently, the two of them were going to marriage counselling for it.

you scoffed at the idea when you read an article about it because you thought it was ridiculous. there was no point saving a man who didn't want to be saved, it would never work. but of course, you kept this all to yourself - you didn't want to give off the impression that you were okay with being the other woman because you weren't. shamelessly, you would constantly search his name up on social media or online to see any articles with updates about his marriage - and yeah, you were aware how bad that habit had gotten.

your fantasies were vivid, the memory of his hands trailing up and down your body on repeat in your mind all the time. the feeling of his lips pressed up against yours on that one, fateful night - you couldn't forget it. but that's the thing, as much as you wanted him and so desperately craved him - if he wouldn't leave her, you knew you couldn't force him to. you weren't going to wait forever, especially for a married man, and cillian knew that if he let you go, he'd come to regret it for the rest of his life.

his wife could tell. she knew that his mind was always going back to the thought of you - she could see it in the way he was acting towards her now, the way he touched her, the way he spoke to her - it almost seemed like he would try and pretend that she was you.

"honey, i don't know why you're so upset." cillian calmly explained to his wife, who was currently shouting at him in their shared home in dublin.

"you aren't even trying, cillian! it's like you don't care anymore - after over two decades of marriage you're just done?!" she screeched at him, and he rolled his eyes in frustration.

"oh, come on," he groaned, "don't be like that."

"oh, really? like i'm the one who had an affair with someone less than half my age." she sneered, and he knew that technically, she was right. she hadn't cheated on him, but he did cheat on her.

"were going to marriage counselling for it, i don't understand why you're so mad at me! i told you, we didn't even go past kissing." he huffed, and his wife was seconds away from losing it.

"how does that make it any better?" she yelled, "i know you still think about her, cillian. i went through your god damn phone! i saw the accounts you made to see what shes been posting. i know you wish that it was her in bed with you at night, sleeping by you. i saw the way you were looking at her in those pictures!"

cillian went silent at the bomb that his wife just dropped - and he couldn't even deny it anymore. of course he wished it was you in bed with him at night, and yes; if he had it his way, you'd be in her place instead. he imagined what a life with you could be like; the two of you living in a quiet, little suburban house with a few pets, and a beautiful garden - and you with a wedding ring on your finger, not his wife who he stopped loving years ago.

"you're thinking of her again, aren't you?" his wifes voice brought him out of his thoughts, and he looked at her as she had tears in her eyes.

"don't cry, please-"

"do you even love me anymore?" his wife sobbed quietly, interjecting. he sighed, staying silent, and she continued to speak to him through her tears. "i think it's best if you get it out in the open - maybe you hoped i wouldn't notice, but i've been married to you for over twenty years. i know you, cillian."

with a sigh, he looked down in shame. he couldn't bring himself to say anything, it seemed that his words got stuck in his throat at this very moment.

"your silence is enough of an answer," she said quietly, "but tell me cillian, you owe it to me after all you've put me through - do you love her?"

"i-i don't know i-" he stammered, knowing full well what the truth was; he did love you. he fell in love the moment he laid eyes on you. he fell in love with your youth, your radiance, your beauty, everything about you made this man weak. he'd barely known you for an hour and yet, he could confidently say that he loved you.

"you do know," his wife murmured, "you and i both know."

"well maybe i do," he whispered, "i can't change how i feel."

"twenty years, cillian! does that mean nothing to you?" she yelled, her rage apparent now.

"what do you want me to fucking say?" he spat back, knowing full well he was in the wrong here; but all his morals went out the window at this point, "i can't undo what i've done, and i'm sorry, okay? i'm sorry, but i also can't change the way i feel about her!"

"what's wrong with you? i don't even know who you are anymore!" she screamed at him, and now both of them were going back and forth, the argument escalating at an alarming rate.

"i don't care!" he shouted back, making his wife angrier.

"so, what now?" she screamed, "d'you want to get a divorce? is that what you want?"

"you know what? yes! in fact, i've wanted one since before i even met-"

"don't say her name." his wife spat, and that pushed cillian over the egde.

"i'm getting the divorce papers by the end of the week, and you're going to fucking sign them, i'll tell you that much." he seethed, and his wife started to throw whatever she could at him in a blind rage. as cillian ducked away from a dish being hurled at him, he decided to get one last dig in. "oh, by the way - i knew from the moment i met her, i'd much rather that she have my last name instead of you."

when you read the article titles and news headlines, you felt your heart drop.

"oppenheimer star cillian murphy and his wife have seemingly split - here's what we know."

you quickly wash down your glass of wine, and put your phone down in disbelief. you felt the guilt sink in slowly, and it made you want to cry; you couldn't help but feel like this was your fault. that you destroyed a marriage, and you had taken a man from another woman. you knew if that even if you weren't a hundred precent of the reason they divorced, you were at least a part of it. you were sure of that.

when you found out about his apparent divorce, you were shocked to say the least; you had finally come to terms with how he was probably never going to have the guts to leave her, and that was okay with you now. you didn't want to get dragged into a messy scandal, you were okay with letting him do what he wanted - he wasn't yours to keep, anyway.

up until now, he just didn't have the heart to leave her, as the media would think he'd only left her because he got the fame, and now he wanted some young, hollywood beauty. sure, it was partially true that he had left her for a younger woman that he so desperately wanted, but they didn't know how much he loved you. the media didn't know how badly he needed to have you.

and now that you were in the picture, those rumours would look like they were true - and it would be an absolute mess. the media would eat it up. so now, to force yourself to try and move on, you were talking to a bunch of other guys, but they just weren't him.

today, you were at another event where you were currently sitting at the bar, waiting for your favourite cocktail; a cosmopolitan after your second glass of wine. tonight, you needed it more than ever. this was a huge event, as you were one of the biggest stars attending, along with some other big names in hollywood. you heard about who else was going to be there, and cillian's name was included in that conversation. you felt stupid for thinking he wasn't going to be there, his fame had skyrocketed after oppenheimer - of course he'd be there.

tonight, you made waves as you walked the red carpet in your stunning, custom made gown by none other than donatella versace herself with the perfect mix of accessories and matching heels. you looked dolled up.

oh, and you also came with another man. that's right; you walked the carpet with your rumoured new boyfriend, evan peters.

when people saw the two of you step out onto the carpet together, they lost their minds. evan was quite a bit older than you, but still - he was a little over ten years younger than cillian. once the two of you were posing for pictures as the flashing lights consumed your vision, he wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your cheek softly. the photographers were eating this up; and they were shouting your name left and right, along with various questions.

"over here, look over here!"

"how long have the two of you been together?"

"did you have an affair with cillian?"

"what happened with cillian murphy?"

"did you hear about cillians divorce?"

the questions were progressively getting more invasive, and the two of you stepped into the venue of the event, wanting a break from the cameras and flashing lights. evan headed to the bar with you, but excused himself for a moment.

of course, the moment you were alone, you saw cillian, along with some other cast members from oppenheimer, walk in. you recognize pretty much all of them right away, and you do your best to look unengaged and pretend that you didn't even notice him.

cillian saw you instantly, but before he could even say anything or go over to you - he saw your new man return to the bar, wrapping his arms around you from behind and placing a soft kiss on your cheek. in that moment, he thought he could actually feel his heart being ripped into two, but he kept his composure and smiled at his cast-mates happily.

"another drink already?" evan teased, a smile on his face, "everything alright?"

"mm, yeah. everything is fine." you say cheerfully, even though deep down your heart was hurting at the fact that the man now sitting in front of you wasn't the man that you were in love with. "i just get a little overwhelmed at these events, you know that."

"right, i'm sorry." he says softly, taking your hand into his. "you look gorgeous tonight, sweetie."

the way he complimented you and the environment you were in felt all too familiar, and flashbacks of your night with cillian came flooding back into your mind. you mentally shook them right out of your head for the night. you didn't want to hurt your own feelings again, so for the remainder of the night, you avoided him and stuck by evans side.

cillian on the other hand thought he was going crazy. did you see the news articles about his divorce? were you in love with someone else? did you even think about him?

the following weeks had gone by in a blur as you were currently promoting the anticipated release of your upcoming album, and things were going so well for you - but you felt empty inside. you thought you were losing it, driving yourself insane over a married (well, no longer) man who you'd kissed for a few minutes in a hotel room.

two weeks ago, you broke it off with evan. you were certain it wasn't going to work, he was such a sweet guy and you knew he deserved someone else because your heart didn't belong to him. it belonged to cillian as much as you didn't want it to.

what was it with you and this man?

after breaking it off with evan, you debated texting cillian. perhaps it was just bad timing and now that he was divorced, things could work. maybe you just needed a little time apart just so that you could make your way back to each other. as you picked up your phone to try and muster up a text, you opened your social media to see that tmz had a new article up:

"cillian murphy and estranged ex-wife seen out together in dublin - what does this mean for the former couple?"

and below, there were pictures of him and his ex-wife walking side by side on the streets of ireland, and a few pictures of them in a little cafe together, seemingly just talking - but this was enough to drive you up the wall. you were done; you were out the door, and he was out of chances.

bye.

if he couldn't make up his mind, you would make up yours. opening your text messages, you scroll down to his contact. it had been months since the whole oscars incident, and neither of you had ever talked after that - he didn't even reach out to you after his divorce. so, you figured that this was just a waste of time; maybe it was best to move on from the fantasies in your head.

and with that, you blocked his number and tried not to let your anxiety consume you. to be honest, you were sort of hoping that maybe things would've worked out between the two of you; it felt like it was meant to be - but now you weren't too convinced.

currently, cillian was cooped up inside of a hotel room down in los angeles and he knew that you'd most likely seen the pictures, everyone had at this point. he tried to message you for the first time since the hotel room fiasco, but as he tried to explain it to you, his texts kept going green - you'd blocked his number. he tried calling, but the line just went dead each time.

the pictures were taken so out of context, but how would you know that? you wouldn't. in reality, cillian had agreed to meet up with his ex-wife as they were supposed to talk about divorce settlements. that was all. the two of them walked around, enjoying the sun as they tried to talk about it civilly. his estranged, and now ex-wife, took the whole situation surprisingly well.

sighing, he grabbed his car keys and his jacket, and got into his car while speeding recklessly down the freeway; his heart beating exhilaratingly. as he sped down the freeways of los angeles, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty of it all. the palm trees and the pink sunset - it reminded him of you. vibrant and beautiful. so young, so reckless, and so carefree.

as you were winding down for bed, you heard the doorbell of your beachfront property being rang repeatedly. in a state of confusion, you make your way downstairs and started wandering towards the front door. who the hell would be on your doorstep ringing your bell at such an hour? swinging the door open, you find cillian standing there like a pathetic, love-drunk fool.

"are you fucking kidding me?" you deadpan, looking at him with an expression that said the same thing as your words. after nine months he decided to show up at your doorstep? how did he know where you lived?

"i know," he began, "i know i look insane but i'm- jesus, i'm fucking crazy about you."

you stare at him wide-eyed, as this was not what you were expecting to see this evening. "cillian," you sigh, "i saw the pictures-"

"i can explain," he interjects, his voice laced with desperation, "please."

there he was; standing outside your house in the middle of the night, begging for you because he couldn't let you go. begging after he'd left his wife of twenty years for you.

"fine, just come inside. i don't want any more leaked pictures online." you grumble, opening the door fully so he could come in.

once he got inside, you closed the door behind the both of you, walking to your living room together. this was the first time in months that you'd actually talked - and even though you tried to deny it, your heart was racing at just the sight of him stood there, desperate for you. as you sat across from him on your couch, you looked at him silently, letting him say what he needed to.

"i'm so sorry for the mess that i've created." he said quietly.

"you should be." you respond cooly, trying not to let his words effect you in any way. you knew better.

"i know the last nine months have been insane," he says, looking at you with remorse, "but i mean, you can't deny what we have. i've never felt this way about anyone - i wouldn't have divorced my wife if i didn't think this was something worth fighting for."

you rub your temples, "cillian," you groan, "you can't be saying shit like that."

"why not?" he retaliated, making you scoff. "you told me to reach out to you once i was divorced and you'd maybe give me a chance. i'm doing what you asked me to, baby please-"

"don't baby me," you scoff, "you didn't tell me from the beginning that you were married. let's say i do forgive you, and we do this for real - how can i trust you?"

"i-i don't know, but i'll do anything i can to make this work." he pleaded, "i haven't stopped thinking about you since the day i met you."

"jesus, you're crazy." you groan, and to that he agreed.

"yeah, i know," he agreed, "m'fucking crazy about you."

you threw your hands up in defeat as if to say "well?" and he just looked at you in awe, his salt and pepper hair complimenting his gorgeous blue eyes. he continued to stared at you. he certainly wasn't trying to hide hide how attracted to you he was.

"the pictures of you and your ex-wife..." you said quietly, looking away from him, "i can't trust you, cillian."

"we were just talking about settlements," he said, "you know better than anyone how the media is; they blow shit out of proportion and take everything out of context. i swear that's all it was."

"you can't just show up like this..." you trail off, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips.

"is this because of your new guy or somethin'?" he huffs, and you roll your eyes at him. "no," you explain, "i'm not even seeing him anymore, we broke it off weeks ago."

"oh," he says, his eyes lighting up, "well, that's good to know."

it was silent for a moment, the two of you sitting there in each other's company, both lost in thought.

"why?" you ask suddenly, the question lingering in the tension filled air.

cillian looks at you confused, "what?"

"why does it have to be like this?" you ask, feeling the weight of your emotions bring you down. "why does it all have to be so complicated? why did you have to make it so complicated?"

"if this is about my marriage-"

"of course it's about your marriage!" you exclaim, your emotions getting the better of you, "i've spent the last nine months driving myself insane over you - god, i don't even know why. i feel this overwhelming guilt because of your divorce and-"

you pause, getting choked up as every last feeling from the last nine months decided to reign it's terror on you in that very moment with cillian sitting right across from you on your couch. every ounce of guilt that was compiled up inside of you, every bit of anger and resentment, and every negative emotion poured out from the depths of your slightly broken heart.

with teary eyes, you finally look at him again. "i feel like i wrecked your marriage, and i-i don't want to be that type of woman."

"you didn't wreck anything." cillian says, moving close to you as he placed a hand on you, rubbing your back soothingly. "i was in the wrong - i should have told you the truth. i should have done a lot of things differently. if i could go back in time, i would."

"but you can't!" you say as the tears start flowing, covering your face with your hands.

"i can't, no," he agrees, "but i'll change, i'll do anything for you."

"are you insane?" you shout at him with tears pooling in your eyes, "i don't know why you-"

"because i fucking love you, that's why." he said suddenly, looking you dead in the eyes as you both went silent.

"i'm sorry?" you ask in shock, meeting his gaze.

"because," he sighs, "i've fallen in love with you."

"you barely know me-"

"but i want to," he insists, moving closer to you. "just one chance, please."

looking up into his gorgeous blue eyes once more, you felt yourself go weak. he chased you down for months, left his wife for you, showed up at your doorstep - what more could he do to prove he was all in for you? with a trembling breath, he reaches his hand to softly cup your face, wiping your tears away with his thumb. his eyes search yours for any trace of a mutual feeling, for any indication that you might've wanted him as badly as he wanted you.

as he was leaning in, the gap between his lips and yours was getting smaller and smaller by the second. despite everything that was said in the last ten minutes, you didn't stop him. you didn't back away because deep down, you knew you needed him as much as he needed you. the pull between the two of you was unexplainable.

softly, he kissed you for the first time in nine months, and instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck. as you tangled your hands in his greying hair, he pulled you closer by your waist. while his tongue was exploring your mouth, you boldly get on top of his lap. straddling him, you run your hands in his hair once more and deepen the kiss.

"tell me you feel the same way, i know you do." he whispered against your lips, pulling away just enough so that he could get the words out.

"i feel the same, cillian." you confess in a breathless whisper, and he starts to pepper kisses down your neck, trailing them along to your collarbone.

"thought about you every fuckin' night," he murmured against your skin, "m'gonna cherish you, my love."

"i fantasized about you all the time." you admit out loud, grinding your hips down onto him.

you could already feel how hard he was underneath you, and you bit your lip at the feeling of his clothed cock pressing up against your cunt.

"mm, yeah?" he groaned, "tell me, sweet girl."

his hands took hold of your waist, helping you grind down on his lap. "i thought about y-you..." you whimpered, feeling yourself soak through your panties already.

"well, don't get shy on me now." he said lowly, his hands reaching up to squeeze your breasts, rolling your clothed nipples between his fingers softly. since you weren't wearing a bra, he had easy access.

with a soft moan, you try your best to answer him as his bulge rubbed against your cunt and his fingers tweaked your nipples, causing you to lose all inhibitions. "t-thought about your cock stretching me open," you confess, "and- f-fuck, i thought about you bending me over, making me scream all night."

"how about i help you live out those fantasies of yours, hm?" he growled, pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

as you melted into the kiss, he reached his hand down and slipped them past the waistband of your pyjama pants. he pushed your panties to the slide and let his fingers swipe through your soaked folds, making you moan into the kiss. the feeling of his fingers just simply brushing against you was heavenly, and you knew you needed more.

"you're fucking soaked, baby." he groaned, biting your lip softly between his teeth.

in an instant, he was pushing you down onto your couch. you shimmied your way out of your pyjama pants with his help of course, and he also assisted in pulling your panties down, too. as he tossed them to the side, you felt your heart palpitate at what was about to happen.

he gently inserted his middle finger into you at a slow pace, your slick walls clenching down on him from sheer neediness.

"that's a good fucking girl," he praised softly, "feels good, baby?"

"m-mmhm," you moaned, looking up at him as he hovered over you.

with one hand, he continued to play with your tits, tweaking the nipple between his fingers and with the other hand, he was fingering you gently. the act was so intimate yet sinful at the same time, it had your head spinning. the way he kept eye contact was driving you insane as you looked into his icy blue eyes.

slowly, he inserted a second digit into your drooling hole, your back arching at the intrusion and slight stretch. you let out a quiet moan, and he started to curl his fingers, fucking you with them faster and faster.

"let me hear those pretty moans, sweetheart," he cooed, "i wanna watch you as you cum on my fingers."

"f-fuck, right there-!" you whined, arching your back even further.

as he fucked you on his fingers rapidly, you could feel the coil in your stomach about to snap. as your slick walls clenched down on cillian's fingers, you moaned his name out over and over, feeling yourself drenching his hand.

"fuck, you're so pretty." he complimented, watching your reaction as you came undone on his fingers for him.

after your chest was heaving and you were left a panting mess, he pulled his fingers out gently. he helped you slip your pyjama top off, and you assisted him in undoing his belt buckle.

as he pushed his pants down, his cock sprung out. your mouth watered at the sight of it, needing nothing more than for him to be balls deep inside of your aching, needy cunt right now. he got on top of you hastily, stroking himself a few times before he lined himself up with you.

he teasingly brushed his pale, pink tip through your sticky folds as his pre-cum leaked out, and you whined with desperation.

"i fantasized about stretching you open on my cock." he admitted suddenly, biting down on his plush lips. "i thought about how you'd look with it buried deep inside, begging me to let you cum."

his vulgar words went straight to your core, and you looked up at him with a rosy hue covering the apples of your cheeks.

"show me," you whimpered, "make me beg to cum on your cock."

it didn't take much convincing before he suddenly pushed into your warm hole, stretching you out beyond belief. you could feel him fill you fully, and you almost choked on air at the sensation of his cock actually splitting you open like he promised. even though your cunt was dripping, he was still met with some resistance just from how tight you were around him.

"jesus, baby," he groaned, "what a tight fucking pussy."

"uh-huh, y-you're so big-" you squeak, and he started to move in and out at a fast pace, barely giving you time to adjust.

as his cock filled you fully, you swore you could feel him bulging in your stomach. his fat, veiny cock was reaching places you didn't even think were possible to reach, and places that his fingers certainly couldn't. he continued to push deeper inside of you with harsh thrusts, knocking the wind out of you each time his cock brushed up against that spongy spot inside of you.

you closed your eyes as your slick started to drip down onto the couch. you'd never been so soaked in your life. he tapped your cheek a few times, causing your eyes to flutter open. softly, he cupped your face with one hand while the other held an unwavering grip on your leg, lifting it up over his shoulder so he could fuck you even deeper.

"look at me, sweetheart," he commanded softly, making you clench on his cock. "oh," he noticed, "you like it when i talk to you like that, huh?"

you indeed liked when he talked like that - scratch that, you fucking loved it. he could feel you squeeze his cock with your dripping cunt each time he just spoke, his voice bringing you closer and closer to the edge once more.

"cill, i-i...fuck!" you screamed as his cock brushed up against that sensitive spot inside of you, causing you to suddenly lose all ability to speak properly.

"hm, sweetheart?" he cooed lovingly, but continued ramming into you ruthlessly.

your pussy was soaked and stretched, and as you kept your eyes on his - you watched him in awe. the way his pink lips were slightly parted, his salt and pepper hair disheveled, and his brow furrowed. it was driving you into a permanent state of euphoria.

"i love you," you gasped between breathless moans and incoherent begging, "so much."

your pupils were blown, staring up at him with such intensity he thought he was going to break right then and there.

"fuck, sweetie," he groaned, "i love you, too."

"i-i'm gonna cum, r-right there-" you begged him, "please, can i?"

"cum on my cock, cum right fucking now." he almost growled, pounding your tight, sopping cunt mercilessly. his pace never wavered, and he continued to fuck you into euphoria, studying you as you tipped over the edge from his thrusts.

with a groan, he came with you. he filled you with everything he had, fucking his cum so deep into your cunt you could almost feel him bruise your cervix. after his cock spurted the last bits of his cum into you, he was a panting, love-drunk mess propped up above you.

you were just as fucked out, smiling at him dopily while his cock remained buried inside of your warm walls. cillian brought his hand back up to your face, brushing a strand or two out of your face before placing a gentle kiss on your swollen lips.

"my love," he whispered, voice saccharine, "you are everything to me. everything."

"i adore you." you say softly, letting a heavy breath out.

"we'll make this work, i know we will. i just can't live a life without you in it." he tells you.

the crowd cheered, giving you a standing ovation as you finished your performance. you smiled bashfully and yelled "thank you new york!" into the microphone as the final show of your tour ended, and you waved goodbye to the thousands of fans in the arena.

rushing backstage after your show, you run into cillians arms and he hugs you tightly. he places a soft kiss on your head as you smile up at him sweetly, and looks at you with a proud expression on his face.

"you were amazing, love," he says softly, pulling you into his side as the two of you walk into your dressing room, "m'so glad i could join you for the last half of your tour. love watching you perform, s'amazing."

"oh, cill," you smile bashfully, "shush, you're too sweet."

"my lovely wife," he sighed, kissing you softly, "i'm just so proud of everything you've done."

you sigh blissfully as he holds your hands in his, and you head back to the hotel your staying at before your flight tomorrow morning. as your head hits the pillow, you feel exhausted and like you haven't slept in ages. cillian wraps his arms around you, spooning you as you turn off the light.

"goodnight, mrs. murphy." he whispers softly, holding you in his arms.

now you didn't have to fantasize about what it was like to be his anymore - he was all yours now, and you were all his. last name and all.

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zablife · 11 months ago

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Cillian Murphy

Disclaimer: This is written with my particular brand of Cillian in mind, which is, needless to say, some form of fiction. No disrespect is meant to him or his family irl. Suspend disbelief for a moment or scroll on pls.

A Visit to the Peaky Blinders Set 🔞- Cillian x wife reader

After a day watching your husband working hard on set, you surprise him in his trailer for some much needed stress relief.

Shaking Off Tommy 🔞-Cillian x gf reader

Cillian has a difficult time leaving Tommy Shelby on set, but you don't seem to mind.

The Gold Chain 🔞 Cillian x female reader

The jewelry his stylist chooses has a particular effect on you.

The Shirt 🔞 Cillian x female reader

Cillian's stylist leaves a few options for his premiere in your care. When you decide to surprise him in the sheer black shirt meant for him, his desire runs wild.

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look-at-the-soul · 1 year ago

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Who wore it better?

Cillian Murphy x reader

Anon request- I hope you like this little story 🖤 I loved Cillian’s playful look at the red carpet so much! Thank you for sending this in!Let me know what you think 😉

Glancing at the clock, Cillian realized it was past nine o’clock, his body protested when he stood up so he stretched his arms over his head and called for her. Recalling the memories from last night’s event. He chuckled at Y/N’s enthusiasm over the ceremony, she had been so supportive over the decade he played the part as Tommy Shelby, constantly distracting from his rehearsals, making him laugh or frowning for the things that happened in the show, he was so grateful he met her months before he embarked into the series. When he met her at that UNICEF chat, he never imagined the impact she’d have in his life, both personally and professionally.

Unfortunately, he had no answer from Y/N, so he grabbed the pants he used the morning before and after a quick stop at the bathroom he walked out of the bedroom and was only met by the silver dress she wore last night to the Bafta’s. Memories of the fabric hugging her soft curves, the sequins catching the light beautifully and the way it clung to her body made him feel things.

After the ceremony he couldn’t keep his hands off her thighs and bum, he deliberately brushed her breasts with any ridiculous excuse, but as soon as he closed the door to the apartment, he was all over her, pinning her sweet body against the closest wall, kissing Y/N’s neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume, grinding her hips against his because he couldn’t have enough of her.

The heels she wore in the exact same place where she’d kicked them, desperate to lose everything that was a barrier between their bodies. His trousers pooled close.

As he followed the clothes scattered on the floor, he realized he didn’t see his shirt from last night.

But walking into the small kitchen, he found just what he was looking for. There she was with her back at him making breakfast. And not only that, Y/N was humming and dancing to some tune. So he simply let his eyes roam over her body.

And it was quite a sight; his eyes were devouring the delicate frame from her ankles, then to her bare legs, following to her bum and upper body covered only by his black shirt.

Y/N raised her hands to fix the messy bun she made after waking up, causing the fabric to barely cover anything and his eyes almost popped out of his head.

He had seen her wearing his clothes endless times before. This wasn’t new to him, jumpers, t-shirts, boxers… but there was something unique about that black shirt that made him go feral.

So he walked quietly and wrapping his arms around her waist he placed his lips on her neck, startling Y/N in the process.

“Oh, please don’t stop the show for me.” He took the opportunity when Y/N titled her head to the side to give him better access. “Good morning gorgeous.”

“Hello stranger.” Her body reacted immediately under his soft hands.

“I was looking for this.” He pointed at the shirt when she turned around to face him. An eyebrow raised in a playful way, his eyes wandered down noticing she left a few buttons undone.

“I missed them on purpose, because what was the point?” She explained with a smirk. “I really liked this, it’s too sad you have to return it.” Cillian took the little disheveled tie, pulling it to make her get closer.

“What if we ask the stylist to keep it?” He whispered right before finding then her lips. His kiss was demanding. Because honestly he loved the way it looked on her.

“I’d love that.” He helped her up on the kitchen island opening the shirt completely. “You looked soooo handsome last night.”

She absolutely lost it as soon as he stepped out from the bedroom, everything was perfect; his hair in that weeks-away-from-the-curls she adored, the clothes his assistant sent over, his pampered skin -God bless him for accepting the facial she suggested the previous day-, a couple of buttons of his shirt open and her favorite accessory… the disheveled tie. She was practically drooling.

“I think you win the contest for who wore it better?”

His mouth started a trail of kisses covering her collarbone, neck and breasts, just as one of his hands found the spot where she needed him the most. And that was the last coherent words they expressed as they were focused in something that really mattered.

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queenshelby · 1 year ago

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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 48: NEW YORK

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Extreme Smut

PLEASE COMMENT AND ENGAGE!

Meanwhile, in New York, Cillian attended yet another premiere and, by the time his stylist Maria had finished primping him for the red carpet, he felt drained and exhausted. Just minutes earlier, he had been on the phone with you, chatting, while Maria went through several outfits to choose from and, shortly after you hung up on him, his stylist finally found the perfect shirt to match his suit.

"I think this is it," Maria declared victoriously, holding up a black button-up that shimmered like a spotlight on stage.

"It's see-through. There is no way I am wearing this," Cillian groaned, staring down at the transparent top in Maria's hands.

"Trust me, it will look fabulous," Maria assured him confidently, adjusting the collar for effect. "The lighting will give it an illusion of translucency," she explained, brushing aside his protests and, despite his misgivings, he decided to roll with it.

"I guess we shall see," Cillian conceded with a resigned sigh, accepting Maria's choice reluctantly.

"Great. Now let's take off the neck chain and watch, shall we?" Maria instructed, reaching for Cillian's wrist and whilst he allowed her to remove the black leather strap watch, he insisted that the neck chain would stay on.

"It is a gift from Y/N and I am not meant to be taking it off," Cillian explained, gesturing towards the delicate golden necklace that rested delicately upon his collarbone, holding a Milagros chain.

"Y/N?" Maria repeated, confusion clouding her expression momentarily, before remembering that Cillian had mentioned his significant other before.

"I see she is from South America then?" Maria asked casually, pausing mid-stride to inspect the delicate trinket adorning Cillian's neck. Intrigued, she leaned in closer, squinting slightly to decipher the intricate craftsmanship etched into the gold.

"Yes, and she is rather superstitious," Cillian confessed, twisting the necklace around his neck, revealing its secret.

"So, you two are pretty serious, huh?" Maria queried, admiration glittering in her eyes.

"Quite. We're expecting a little one soon," Cillian shared, pride swelling inside him at the mention of his unborn child.

"That's amazing," Maria gushed, clasping her hands together. "And what's also amazing is that this news has not made the tabloids yet," she added playfully before telling Cillian about her two grandchildren, who were two and four years old respectively.

She recounted tales of bedtime rituals and diaper duty as Cillian smiled, imagining himself playing similar roles again soon.

"Well, I'll certainly keep that in mind," Cillian laughed. "Thank you for reminding me about the realities of parenthood," he joked, shaking his head ruefully while Maria applied some more foundation, causing Cillian to squint.

"Alright, that should do it," Maria announced satisfied, stepping back to admire her handiwork.

"Ready for the red carpet?" she asked, dusting off her hands theatrically.

"Not really," Cillian chuckled jokingly before following Maria to the car waiting for them both.

Despite his playful tone, he was deeply grateful for the warmth and kindness she showed him. In a world often devoid of genuine connections, it felt like a rare privilege to share such candid conversations without judgment or resentment.

As they arrived at the red carpet, cameras flashed relentlessly, capturing every detail of his impeccably tailored ensemble. Fans cheered enthusiastically, calling out his name as, even amidst the chaos, a sense of calm enveloped Cillian, grounded by the knowledge that his loved ones awaited him at home.

Cillian took a deep breath, mustering up the fortitude to address the frenzied reporters awaiting him. The flashing bulbs blazed incessantly, their intensity intensifying as the crowd roared with anticipatory excitement.

He had learned long ago not to underestimate the fickleness of public opinion; the highs and lows of fame were an ever-present reality in his life, which was one he slowly grew accustomed to.

After several interviews, he found himself standing in line for a photo booth with Maria, where a photographer captured shots of him posing alongside various guests. The flashes dazzled him, obscuring the faces of those around him.

"Who's next?" the photographer called out, peering at the sea of other celebrities and members of the film board eagerly awaiting their chance to snap a picture with Cillian. "You ready, Mr. Murphy?" he addressed Cillian directly, gesturing towards the empty space adjacent to him.

"Let's do this," Cillian replied confidently, extending his hand outstretched towards Maria.

With her assistance, he stepped into the designated area, feeling the glare of the flashbulbs bore into his skin. Despite the familiarity with the process, each encounter carried a unique weight, the gravity of which he continued to grapple with.

He exchanged pleasantries with the individuals alongside him, engaging in brief chitchat while maintaining a composed facade before he was being moved on to the area where fans awaited to get their autographs.

Security accompanied Cillian as he navigated through the throng. The clamour of voices reached fever pitch, punctuated by enthusiastic cries and shouts for his attention. With practiced grace, he signed posters and posed for photos, ensuring that everyone left happy.

Fans congratulated him on the movie and some mentioned his earlier roles, recalling scenes fondly or requesting obscure trivia.

Their enthusiasm warmed Cillian's heart, making him realize what a truly blessed life he led.

"Thanks for coming out tonight," he told them sincerely, signing autographs and taking selfies with the fans.

"We are huge fans," an enthusiastic voice piped up from the crowd. "Your performances have inspired us," another chimed in passionately.

"Thank you," Cillian replied humbly, his gaze scanning the faces of those gathered around him. Their expressions were animated, reflecting the energy of the event.

But then, there was one woman who truly stood out among the crowd - a woman who was in her mid-fifties and who was accompanied by a young man.

"Cillian, Cillian!" she cried out, her voice echoing through the crowd, trying to get his attention.

Her eyes were locked on him, shining brightly, filled with hope and excitement. "Cillian... Cillian," she uttered repeatedly, growing louder with each call while holding up a somewhat worn gossip magazine cut out, featuring a photograph of you by his side.

He paused briefly, scanning the faces around him before locking eyes with the woman.

"Would you like me to sign this?" Cillian spoke politely, acknowledging her persistence but, much to his surprise, the woman shook her head and spoke.

"Is she here?" the woman asked with broken accent, pointing at the magazine photo.

"No, Y/N is not here today," he responded gently, meeting the woman's pleading gaze with much confusion and, just as he spoke the words, he could tell that she was visibly deflated, disappointment etching lines onto her face.

"Mum, it's okay," the young man by her side said as her eyes filled up with tears and Cillian looked at her with more confusion than ever.

"No, it isn't alright," the woman replied, her voice cracking with emotion. "I've waited so long," she whimpered, her voice trailing off into silence while security tried to hurry Cillian along.

"Waited for what?" he just managed to ask, the question escaping his lips before he could stop himself. He was clearly puzzled.

"I've waited for her," the woman answered simply, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. "Please, just talk to her. Tell her I'm looking for her for all these years," she implored earnestly, clutching the magazine article tightly in her hands as security insisted for Cillian to move on.

"Hang on a minute," Cillian told the security guard just as the young man handed Cillian an old photograph of a family of four, on the back of which was a name, phone number and address.

When he looked at the photograph, his chin dropped. He had seen this before, amongst your belongings, tucked away carefully in your drawer.

"Who are you?" Cillian asked, examining the photograph closely.

"My name is Isabella," the woman introduced herself, her voice trembling softly. "I'm Y/N's mother," she revealed with a quivering voice, a confession that seemed surreal to Cillian but, before he had the chance to digest this news, he was being pulled away by security.

"Wait, hold on," Cillian protested, thrusting the magazine cut out back into Isabella's hands, signaling to the security guards to stand down.

"Can I keep the photograph?" he asked, eyeing the picture of you and your family with a hint of curiosity.

"Yes," Isabella agreed readily. "Please give it to her," she requested, causing Cillian to nod.

He pocketed the photograph, feeling a strange mixture of apprehension and intrigue swirling within him. "I'll make sure she gets it," he promised, his voice firm, his resolve unwavering before, finally, he was being hushed away, leaving your mother behind.

Meanwhile in Dublin, you had left Cillian's apartment and went to stay at your old unit downtown in order to avoid Max and, whilst you knew that you had to address his behavior with Cillian, you did not want to bother him while he was away.

You knew that, the last thing he needed was more stress and worry, seeing that he well and truly hated these premieres and media engagements.

He never enjoyed being surrounded by hundreds of people, the pressure of interviews, photo shoots, and fan interactions. All of that was exhausting to him, even though he was used to it. He didn't need any additional drama or tension after all that had happened with Kit either.

Unaware of the developments in New York, you tried to occupy yourself with packing up the last of your belongings and preparing for the journey to the new house. You found comfort in routine tasks - sweeping floors, vacuuming carpets, washing dishes - anything to distract yourself from the unsettling feelings bubbling beneath the surface.

But, just as you were carrying out these tasks, something felt strange. It was a crampy pain, akin to menstrual discomfort, only far more intense.

It began to radiate from your lower abdomen, gradually spreading upwards, sending waves of nausea coursing through your veins.

You hadn't eaten anything all day, hoping to appease an unsettled stomach. Yet, despite your abstinence, the feeling persisted: a constant state of unease coupled with intermittent bouts of vomiting.

At first, you brushed it off as a typical bout of morning sickness. The kind that plagued many women during their pregnancy. But as you lay awake at night, clutching your belly in agony, you knew this was different.

Something wasn't right. It wasn't just the usual aches and pains you'd come to expect from your pregnancy. It was as if your body was screaming at you, begging you to pay attention.

Something was seriously wrong. And with Cillian away, you had no one to turn to except yourself.

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years ago

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It’s not over

Cillian Murphy x reader

Master list

A/N: I was planning to post a Tommy story but this idea kept playing around my mind and I couldn’t get it to stop haunting me, so here it is, inspired by his recent appearance at the BAFTA’s.

Walking past someone from security you were rushed in the queue for an interview. It was a beautiful sunny day, your glam team made a fabulous job glamming you up that day for the Bafta event. This time you weren’t nominated, but you’d present an award. People shouting at you for a wave, you turned around and blew the crowd a kiss, after taking some time away from the sets you were ready to go back again, you were in love with the entire process; reading a script, preparing for the role, filming time and go back home.

As you turned around you frowned as you saw someone’s back walking away to enter the building. It was in a flash and a chill ran down your back. But an instant later you were pulled aside for more photos and smiles.

As the ceremony started you went backstage to change into another dress, it was a beautiful custom made dress, backless, a bit risky to be honest but it was made to fit your figure beautifully.

You tried to remain calm despite the chaos and hurry that always happened, taking small sips of water, the stylist kept busy with your hair, making sure not a single hair was out of place.

“We’re back on air!” Someone said in a firm voice.

“Oh no, no!” The woman running the program looked so stressed. “Y/N, you were supposed to go at the upcoming nomination, not this one.”

You froze for a second, trying to process what was happening. “It’s fine I can do this one.”

“You sure?” You found panic in her eyes, everything had to run according to schedule.

“Yes, no problem.”

“It’s the leading actor, instead of the actresses that you were supposed to be presenting.”

You smiled at her, a hand on her shoulder to calm her down. “Perfect, go and tell the other person the change.”

“Y/N one minute.”

There was a hole in your stomach from the excitement but you kept taking short breaths as you were handed the envelope with the winner and the card with the nominees.

Taking a second to read the list of nominees, your heart stopped beating as you read the first name on the list.

It’s a small world after all.

From all of the people, it had to be him.

“Y/N go!” Someone hissed and pushed you a little.

The screen went up and a bright light was directed into your face, unable to see a thing, you made your way to the microphone as you had during rehearsal.

A huge smile on your face as you waited for the audience to stop clapping.

“Thank you everyone, it’s lovely to see you all tonight. And even better to see these talented actors bring to life to fantastic characters, going above and beyond for their roles.” You read from the prompt in front of you. “For the category of leading actor, these are the nominees.” The red light over the camera you had been staring went off and the image of Cillian Murphy of his role as Tommy Shelby in Peaky Blinders appeared on the big screen while another camera was directed at him, you saw him smiling his eyes straight to the stage where you were standing. Quickly the recorded voice finished naming the actors and someone directed the light again to you.

“And the winner is…” Your fingers were trembling when you snapped the envelope open.

After greeting the category winner, your eyes searched around the crowd, from one side to the other, row after row.

Until you found his gaze fixed on you, even in the distance you could still feel your knees weak under the power of his eyes.

After all these years…

As the show went to a break, you were directed to a lounge backstage, the place was packed, filled with people snapping photos, laughing in a low voice, having a snack, champagne glasses flowing, someone was broadcasting the vibes of the Behind the scenes but your mind could only think of the man with the deep blue eyes and contagious smile that broke your heart years ago.

Flashback:

Waking up in a hospital bed, you felt groggy from the medication, an annoying beep making you want to hide your head under the pillow.

With a dry mouth you asked the nurse for something for the pain, wishing you could also get something for the heartache.

After the terrible accident you had been in the previous day while filming a scene, you were rushed to the closest hospital, it took them a while but they were able to stabilize the deep wound. The following morning when you woke up they still needed to run more test to determine the injury, you even needed a blood transfusion. The director of the film you were working in and your assistant were waiting outside trying to reach your family.

When you asked them to let your boyfriend know, they exchanged looks. You still regretted demanding to know what was happening as they told you they couldn’t reach Cillian. But when they left to grab a coffee and a nurse walked in you didn’t want to chat so you asked her to turn on the tv, only to realize that a picture of your boyfriend was all over the place; drunk sitting in a van with Sienna Miller, Cillian looked pissed off, cheeks flushed.

Anger took over you and an unknown level of resentment towards him appeared when he crossed the door to your room.

Still in bed, unable to move you yelled at him to fuck off, that he was a douche bag for leaving you alone after the accident while he was living his best life and fucking his co-star.

He still looked hangover and you were so glad to reach a high level of yelling at least, because you couldn’t get up to slap him.

With no voice left you announced you never wanted to see him again, and with all the pain of the world, you saw him opening the door without another glance.

You were left with not only a few broken ribs, but a broken heart as well.

End of flashback.

During all of those years you occasionally found him in a movie here and there, but never crossed paths with him at an after party or a movie premier.

Until now.

“Y/N.” His Irish voice whispered too close for your own liking.

Swallowing hard, you turned your face around to look at him, grateful that you were sitting.

“Hello Cillian.” You answered politely.

The leg opening of your dress caught not only his breath but his eyes as well, from afar you oozed beauty but having you close, he was taken aback.

Asking an old pal around and he soon learned you were by yourself at the ceremony, he had already said goodbye to his assistant.

“It’s been a while.” His free hand went to the pocket of his trousers. “I was wondering if we could… talk?”

You saw him scanning around at the people in the room.

It was a bit crowded as more people started to show up there and you definitely didn’t want anyone listening.

The memory of your body close to him flashed through his eyes for a moment, was that even possible? To keep a memory for so long? He didn’t know it was possible, but he followed your steps, tempted to touch you.

As you walked you started to regret accepting this, what was the point? Your relationship was over, you both moved on, he was probably with someone…

“I’m sorry.” He admitted taking you by surprise. “For what happened between us.”

You looked at the floor, his gaze was making you feel uneasy. “Doesn’t matter anymore.”

But he interrupted you.

“Please… I never got the chance to say how much I regret what happened,” he touched your arm with his fingertips, testing the waters, unsure if you’d take a step back, “I should’ve been with you after the accident, I-”

Your eyes watering from the pain you felt, both physically and emotionally, it had been harder without Cillian.

“Seriously it was a long time ago, I need to go.” You tried to move on, but despite the fame you reached, the ambitious projects you got involved in, nothing really mattered.

No without him.

As you tried to walk past him, Cillian reached out to stop you. “I know you said back then you didn’t want to see me again, but I should’ve try better, Y/N to be there for you, to get you back.” His chest raised, you had to focus in the disheveled tie around his neck because his eyes were too much.

You had to fight the lump in your throat. “Someone is probably looking for you Cillian.”

He shook his head. “I divorced three years ago.”

You were lost for words.

“Are you with someone?” He asked and you shook your head.

When did he get so close? You thought, getting nervous, you could feel his breath fanning over your face.

“Look at me.”

“Cillian.”

He wrapped his hand around your waist and opening a door, urged you to walk inside of a small coat closet.

“I know it’s been so long and you probably don’t care about this, but I need you to know nothing happened that night… I just got drunk, way too drunk, threw up and woke up in my hotel room on my own, went back to sleep again and then I got the phone call that you had been in an accident.”

Thinking about it you couldn’t deny the truth you found in his eyes, he was being honest. If only you gave him the chance back then…

His index and thumb were hooked under your chin, to make you look up at him.

“I’m sorry for not going back to the hospital.”

“It’s not your fault, I pushed you away.” You shouldn’t believe the scandal the media made of it.

He looked up and sighed, you had to control the impulse to run your lips through his sharp jaw.

“Just wish things had been different between us.”

“I let you go once Y/N, I’m not losing you again.”

His lips on yours took you by surprise, but you didn’t have any energy left to try to fight your feelings, over the years you learned to disguise it, to try to move on and start a relationship with someone else, but as his hands locked around the small of your back you had to give in.

Your body molded to his perfectly, your hands on his shoulders for support, one of his hands found the opening on your leg and you felt him groan as his fingers slided up through your thigh.

Breaking apart to take a breath, you took the chance to kiss down his neck and collarbone, loving the access the first loose buttons of his black shirt was giving you.

“I’m sorry you didn’t win tonight.”

With your lips connected to his neck, you felt his laugh vibrate.

“Trust me, I’m winning something much better than that award.” His strong hands cupped your face gently, to look into your eyes. “Us, what we had… it’s not over.”

***

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years ago

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The runway -Part 1

Lenny Miller x reader (Cillian Murphy’s role in movie Anna)

Finally!!!! I’ve had this request for a while in my drafts and it’s turn for some Lenny Miller mini series.

@l1-l4 Andy I’m really sorry it took me so long to post this, but stories have their own time (at least to me), I loved your request since the very beginning so here it is finally, I think it would be perfect for a mini series, as there are several important points to reach, but I hope you like this! 💕

Special thanks @heidimoreton for the gifs help!! 🌷

Lenny poured himself a glass of wine and walked towards his bed. Loosening the knot of his tie, he flicked through the confidential file he got at the end of his day at the office. A new mission, after his last successful one where he rescued a diplomat that was caught in a zone of conflict, now he would have get inside of a world he didn’t know anything about; a model agency.

“Adam, yeah, sorry about calling this late.” He greeted the other man in the line.

Lenny heard him chuckling. “Shit boss, you know you’re not sorry.”

“You’re right, I’m not… I need you to get me all the information you can for a new mission.” Adam was young, but he worked hard at the office. “I’m after Anna and Y/N Y/LN.”

“The Runway sisters? They can be all you want, but they ain’t criminals, Lenny.”

Lenny frowned staring at the photographs they attached to the mission file.

“You know the rule number one right, Adam?”

“Don’t ask questions? Are there more rules?” Lenny could hear him typing fast. “All right, the sisters have a fashion show tomorrow night in NYC at seven, then they are going to have dinner at a new exclusive restaurant. I’m sending you their address, their gym schedule, the number of their dentist, the hair salon stylist, oh! And their assistant’s DNA.” Adam joked.

“Since you’re in such a good mood, get me a ticket to NYC, I’ll also need a seat on the fashion show and a table at that restaurant.”

Adam gasped. “The show is only by invitation by the designer and the restaurant had a one-year reservation RSVP, it’s full.”

“Oh, about the plane ticket? Since we’re hitting an elite world and the CIA’s got budget, make it a first-class seat. Good night Adam.”

Hanging up, he couldn’t take his eyes of Y/N photograph.

——

“Miller.”

“Sir, I’m sorry for calling so early, I’m on my way to NYC. Just wanted to ask for your approval to take active part in the mission.”

“Elaborate.”

“Sir, these models only care for parties, designer bags, being covers for the magazines, they can mess up and ruin our work. We’d lose the invaluable progress we have.” The investigation was almost done, they just needed to take the leader down, they had all the targets drafted.

“What do you suggest?”

“Allow me to be their manager, that way I can guide them through the mission.”

“Do whatever you have to do to bring those bastards down.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

As he boarded on the plane, Lenny took the files from his briefcase, he continued studying the girls background. They were French citizens, but divided their time between London, NYC and Los Angeles.

Anna was the trouble maker, the party girl, drugs, alcohol, rebel without a cause, it was written all over her face as well as in the cover of so many gossip portals, a deep contrast with her sister, Y/N she had a career in business, ran her own shoe brand, was an ONU volunteer, part of a program to feed woman in trouble, they were practically the devil and the angel. But even though apparently, she was the good one, he was afraid she would be the one giving him more trouble.

Sipping on his coffee, he then went on to check Anna’s profile, according to the record, for some reason, she wasn’t taking the runway with her sister like they had done in the past so many times. Apparently nobody knew her location and Y/N had been covering her work recently, doing three runways in one day, press conferences and attending numerous social events.

——

“Mr. Richardson, allow me to introduce myself.” Lenny extended his hand at the man. “I’m the new manager to the Y/LN sisters.”

Richardson looked at Lenny and let out a loud fake laugh. “No fucking way, those girls are pure gold, they’re making me earn a shit loads of money, you can get the girls that appear on the pedicure ads.”

Lenny took a look at his watch. “Perhaps I didn’t explain myself correctly.” When Richardson tried to open his drawer to get his weapon, Lenny smirked. “Don’t even bother, it’s not there anymore.”

And his smile grew as the phone started to ring.

“You can’t do that, I signed those girls.”

Lenny looked at him, he was starting to sweat.

“The VP of the agency gave me this.” Lenny informed Richardson and putting the sheet on his desk, he leaned back. “He mentioned he appreciated all your hard work and he would assign you to some model called Cara?”

“He can’t do that!” Richardson stood up, shouting. “I made this agency win millionaire contracts with those sisters!”

“Oh, he said you would bring that up that’s why I suggested you take the Hadid sisters instead.” Lenny’s eyebrows raised, his voice remained calm.

“In that case…”

A sick smile appeared in Richardson’s face. Lenny wanted to throw up.

Closing the button of his suit, Lenny walked to the door. “Don’t worry you can keep your office, I will choose another one.”

It was easier than he thought, this man was pulling the trigger by himself.

Now he needed to go to a fashion show.

Skipping the red carpet, Lenny walked around the building to get in, cameras flashing everywhere, waiters handling glasses of champagne, the mix of perfumes was making him feel sick. All the people looked the same; like they were starving themselves or they were suffering.

The loud music, people taking photographs, bodyguards whispering in the corner, reporters taking notes about the women taking the runway, he felt so out of place.

But soon, Lenny found his spot, it was at the end of the runway, right in the middle where the models would stop before walking back again.

The next thing he knew is the lights went down and the music changed to a dramatic tune. A silhouette was illuminated at the end of the runway, the curtain fell to the ground and revealed the woman behind it.

“That’s Y/N Y/LN.” Said someone on his right, talking to a camera and recording his message. “And she’s wearing Emilio Pucci’s emerald dream dress, the master piece of this collection, with-”

That was all Lenny heard, as Y/N started taking the runway he was completely mesmerized by her presence. His eyes were fixed on Y/N, her steps hitting the runway, her gaze never leaving a spot in front of her, barely blinking.

She moved with such elegance, not looking down to the floor, a serious expression on her features. The emerald dress hugged her figure beautifully, one of the arms was covered in beads that were shining every time it hit the lights, part of her skin was exposed as the piece was asymmetrical.

Lenny saw Y/N placing her hand on her hip and the way she snapped it to the side, made him lose the tie a little around his neck, then in a slow motion, she gave her back at him and she started to walk back right were she had started. Slowly, he let out the breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

Seeing all the details of her and the dress so close made him feel like the air had been kicked out from his body. It all happened in the blink of an eye and soon other models were taking the runway.

He lost count of how many they were, all looked the same but didn’t have the same presence Y/N showed off while doing the walk.

As the lights got down, all the models made a human wall at the sides of the platform, the music stopped and silver papers were thrown down from the ceiling as Y/N appeared once more hand linked to a man with white hair and bear dressed in a navy suit.

The pair walked mid runway and Y/N let go of his hand to start clapping as the rest of the people, then they shared two kisses on the cheek and walked back to disappear.

Lenny sighed and decided to take a walk backstage where he was greeted by models half naked, changing clothes, dresses and shoes all over the floor, cameras filming interviews, assistants going mad… it was a totally different thing from what he just saw.

“I’m looking for Y/N Y/LN.” He asked someone who was walking past him.

“Take the corridor, first door of the dressing rooms.”

Following the instructions, Lenny knocked on the door and a soft come in, invited him to open it. He was surprised to find the top model tidying up around, folding her clothes, she was now wearing a short dress in red tone with colorful beads, her hair free.

“Hi, how can I help you?” She asked when Lenny was lost for words, the pictures didn’t really do any justice to her beautiful features, and there was a genuine smile, in deep contrast to the serious poker face she showed while walking.

“I’m Leonard Miller… Lenny, your new manager.” He offered his hand to her, noticing how she was taller than him.

Y/N looked at him surprised accepting his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Lenny. I’m-”

“Y/N, I know… where’s your sister?”

That seemed to make her uncomfortable and she looked away.

“She didn’t feel well.”

“Is this a common thing? Do you take her place in other runways?”

Y/N shuddered. “Sometimes.”

Lenny decided to not make her feel uncomfortable on their first encounter. “You did it amazingly out there.”

His words seemed to get her attention because the smile grew again in her face.

“Thank you… that means a lot.”

Lenny wanted to ask her if she didn’t hear that often, but a woman appeared rushing Y/N out of the dressing room, demanding some time for an interview and other things he didn’t understand.

Giving him one last look, Y/N walked out, but she turned her head around. “I’ve a full day of work tomorrow, would you like to have breakfast?” She proposed. “To discuss the next projects?”

“Sure.” He was about to say that he’d be going to the same restaurant as her, but decided to keep his mouth shut.

The line to enter the restaurant of course was full, paparazzi across the street flashing, fans behind a barrier shouting, a limo stopped right in front of the main entrance, someone reached out to open the door and the crowd went really loud, the paparazzi wild as Y/N raised her hand and waved at them, a huge smile at the sound of her name. A couple greeted her and posed for a photographer, then they cut the ribbon and inaugurated officially the restaurant, as the people started to walk in, Lenny saw Y/N walking in the opposite direction, to the crowd, shaking hands with the people waiting, taking pictures with them, signing things, hugging those crying inconsolably.

Everything seemed pretty normal to Lenny, given her line of work, this was her world.

Until a man pulled her abruptly and Y/N screamed for help. Lenny was on her in mere seconds, helping her out, releasing her from the man, he held him by the collar of his shirt as security from the restaurant rushed to get him, just in time right before Lenny pulled out his gun.

“Are you alright?” He asked looking for any sign of injury. “Let’s get you out of here.”

“No, no… I signed this engagement a long time ago, I need to be there.” Y/N tried to catch her breath, feeling off for having all the eyes on her, the cameras started to flash suddenly in her face.

“Let her pass!” Lenny requested shoving the people around, an arm protectively on her back.

Once inside, Y/N left the scary moment behind, she greeted everyone, posed for endless photos and made Lenny ask himself how she could always keep the smile on her face, she didn’t seem to be tired, never made a face or said no to anyone. And once she finished with her affairs, she walked to the kitchen to thank the chef and staff. It was two hours later that he caught her coming from the ladies room.

“Perhaps it’s time to head home, Y/N.” Lenny stated firmly, hands inside the pockets of his suit.

“But I’ve to work, this isn’t my free time.”

But his hand was placed firmly in the middle of her back as he walked to the back of the restaurant.

“You’re awake since 6 o’clock, did an interview this morning, the runway and this, you need to rest.”

They drove in silence to her apartment, Y/N felt intoxicated by his lotion, it was so masculine. He had such an intriguing personality, totally different to her previous manager. She was so grateful for not having to work with Richardson anymore, she never liked the way he was always around when the girls were changing their clothes for photo shoots.

Y/N looked at him intensely. “How do you know?”

“I’m your manager now, remember? I’m supposed to know your schedule.”

“That’s why you had a gun?” She asked casually stepping inside her apartment. Lenny was taken aback by her question.

Lenny leaned against the door frame. He knew she would be a trouble. “I’ll tell you if you tell me where I can find your sister.”

Y/N looked away from his piercing blue eyes. “Thank you for helping me tonight.”

He offered her his business card, pointing out his personal number in case she needed something. “My pleasure.”

And with that, Lenny walked away, trying to force himself to stop thinking of that pair of kilometric legs.

***

Part 2

Master list

Lenny blurbs

Ok Can we now talk about how gorgeous is that dress?!!? It’s an Emilio Pucci from the 2011 collection and I’ve been in love with it ever since 💚 just a random fact in case anyone is interested 😉

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queenshelby · 1 year ago

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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 39: PRE BAFTA-RUMOURS

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Pregnancy Loss, Infertility

PLEASE COMMENT AND ENGAGE!

A few days later...

As you arrived in London for the BAFTAs, sharing an apartment with Kit, you couldn't help but feel the nervousness building inside you. Dressed in a beautiful gown, you took extra care to ensure that your makeup and hairstyle were impeccable, wanting to make a lasting impression on Cillian.

Cillian's wife Danielle was there too, attending the event with her new boyfriend who was also an actor, and you took the opportunity to thank her for the things she said about you in her interview when you ran into her in the hotel lobby before getting dressed for the event.

Kit, observing your preparations and clearly disapproved of your outfit. Jealousy was clearly building inside her as Cillian himself had to spend time with his agent and publicist, preparing for potential interview questions.

"Perhaps you should have gotten a stylist. Your dress and make-up look pretty basic," Kit remarked sarcastically, telling you that your boyfriend was outdressing you tonight.

"Well, tonight is about Cillian, not me. Despite, I feel comfortable and happy with my appearance," you retorted, flipping your hair over your shoulder with a playful smirk.

"Honestly, I am not sure what Cillian sees in you," Kit continued her sarcasm, making it evident she was bothered by your presence.

Her jealousy was starting to become transparent, and you couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She wanted to be Cillian's partner, yet here you were, sharing a bed with him and receiving his compliments.

"As opposed to you, you mean?" you thus asked playfully, turning away from her gaze, feeling somewhat hurt by her bitterness.

Deep down, you knew she felt threatened by your presence, and it troubled you. You didn't want to cause any discord between her and Cillian, but it seemed inevitable. Your relationship with Kit was slowly becoming strained, and it seemed destined to deteriorate further.

Kit sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair. She knew that confronting the situation wasn't going to do anything but damage her relationship with Cillian. Yet, she couldn't contain her resentment. "Yes, as opposed to me, or anyone else really. Maybe he likes you because you're young and naive, easy to control," Kit spat venomously, her eyes narrowing with hatred.

Your heart ached at her vitriolic remarks, but you chose to ignore them. Your priority was enjoying the BAFTAs with Cillian, and you didn't want to let Kit's words ruin your evening.

"Kit, please stop. You're only making things worse for yourself and it is emberassing," you warned her calmly, trying to diffuse the tension.

"Make things worse? You've already done that! Just by being here. You shouldn't have come here tonight. You are the one who is going to embarrass him. This whole relationship you have together is a joke," Kit hissed, her voice laced with anger and frustration, which, even for her, was unusual. Something had happened to trigger this sudden outburst of emotion that day and you did not know what it was. She was usually a little more tactful than that.

Feeling upset by her words, you tried to understand where this animosity was coming from.

"Kit, please stop," you pleaded, desperately trying to maintain a sense of civility for Cillian's sake. However, her bitter response caught you off guard.

"I respect your working relationship with Cillian. You are his assistant, but other than that, you really need to stay in line, especially when it comes to Cillian's personal life," you stated firmly, standing your ground.

Kit glared at you, her eyes flashing with malice. Her jealousy had morphed into rage, threatening to destroy everything she held dear.

"You know we slept with each other, right? The last time we came to London. We stayed in the same hotel as we are staying in now and I just think that you should know about it. I am clearly more than just his assistant," Kit continued with a sneer, her lips curling into a malicious grin.

Your stomach dropped at her admission even though you already knew about it.

"I already know, Kit. Cillian told me. So, what are you implying? That he is in love with you just because you had a one-night stand?" you demanded, trying to regain composure.

"No Silly, I am just saying that we had sex, and it almost happened again, last night, when I came over to his place," Kit answered coldly, her eyes hardening with resentment.

Your heart shattered at her vicious words, feeling the weight of betrayal as you realized just how deeply Kit harbored her feelings for Cillian. The bond between you and Cillian had grown over time, and the prospect of him having an affair with Kit shook you to your core. But, you couldn't allow your insecurities to take hold of you. You needed to keep your composure and remind yourself that you trusted Cillian.

"Cillian is not someone who cheats Kit, and we are together. No matter what you tell me, I won't get involved in a conversation like this, so you need to mind your own business. I don't believe a word you are saying," you assured her, your voice steady and resolute.

You knew you had to draw a line in the sand, protecting your relationship with Cillian.

Kit's eyes narrowed, her face flushed with anger.

"You honestly have no idea what you got yourself in to Y/N. He cheated on Danielle, twice, and he will be cheating on you," she muttered under her breath, barely audible.

Despite her hostile words, you continued to stand your ground, determined not to let her threats intimidate you.

"Kit, I appreciate your concern, but you cannot scare me with this. This conversation needs to end right now. We need to prepare for tonight," you replied calmly, attempting to defuse the tension.

Kit's face twisted into a mixture of anger and envy, a dangerous combination.

She couldn't stand seeing you and Cillian together, knowing how much you meant to each other and, just as she was about to speak up again, Cillian finally walked into the apartment.

His gaze flickered between the two of you, and he could feel the tension in the room.

"Is everything alright?" Cillian questioned calmly, trying to understand the reason behind the obvious hostility between you and his assistant Kit. He knew that you did not like her, but he also knew that you were usually respectful towards her.

Kit's eyes hardened with resolve, her jaw clenched tightly. She knew that this was her opportunity to undermine your relationship with Cillian.

"Yes. There is nothing to worry about, Cillian. We were just discussing our plans for tonight," you lied, hoping to divert attention away from the conflict brewing between you and Kit. You knew how much he hated events like this and you wanted to give him your unconditional support regardless of how desperate you were to know what happened the night before when Kit visited Cillian in his apartment.

"Good, I am glad," he said before laying eyes on you and smiling warmly. "You look beautiful by the way. Simply stunning. The dress suits you," he then complimented you sincerely, his blue eyes sparkling with admiration before he approached you and pulled you in for a kiss.

His warm lips pressed against yours, causing your body to shiver with excitement.

"Thank you Cillian. You don't look so shabby yourself," you whispered softly, feeling your heart swell with happiness. The gentle touch of his hands along your arms sent electric currents throughout your entire body, even as Kit evidently gave you both a look of disapproval.

"We need to leave in ten minutes," she reminded you both , still seething with jealousy.

"Alright, Kit. Thank you," you responded politely, trying to appease her as best as possible.

Despite her visible displeasure, you managed to share a few tender moments with Cillian before leaving for the awards ceremony.

During the drive to the event, your hands intertwined with Cillian's, sending waves of passion coursing through your veins. Your heart pounded in anticipation of the night ahead, filled with glamour and excitement.

And yet, you couldn't help but wonder how much about what Kit had said to you was true.

You hoped fervently that it was all lies concocted to sow discord among you and Cillian. You believed in your budding romance, but hearing rumors like these made your skin crawl. It wouldn't make sense for Cillian to risk everything you had overcome in recent weeks just for fleeting encounters with his assistant. And while you had seen some chemistry between them during various events, there was something about Cillian's connection with you that transcended this superficial attraction.

His gaze held such depth, promising a lifetime of adventures shared together and yet, you found yourself lost in thought - wondering if perhaps there was truth in the allegations Kit brought forth earlier.

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The Runway- Part 5

Lenny Miller x reader (Cillian Murphy Anna’s movie)

A/N I walked around this chapter for so long, I wasn’t sure if it should take this direction at this stage, but rewriting it would take me a few more days and I don’t want to delay it anymore so, I hope you like this! 🥰

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“It’s fine, really I don’t care if I don’t close this runway.” Y/N tried to resonate with Lenny, he was pacing around like a animal in a cage.

“He knew, Richardson knew what he was doing.” Lenny was fuming.

Y/N shook her head, he was always trying to confront her with Anna and this was his best chance, at the most important runway show of the season. “Lenny it’s one runway, I’m not fighting with my sister over this.”

“We’re talking about the most important show, Y/N.” He sighed frustrated. “I can’t sit and do nothing.”

“I don’t care about taking he runway at all, to be honest… this is not like we’re finding those girls remember? That’s something that really matters.”

Suddenly Lenny had a better plan, he knew Anna would be atending a meet and greet with some fans and an after party at the end of the runway.

“You know what? You’re right, let’s go.” He took his tie and the jacket of his suit and called the security team to start moving.

But she knew he wasn’t done with it, just by looking at him typing on his phone as they were driven to the venue, she knew Lenny wouldn’t let this go.

****

Make up artists, stylists, models, everyone were shocked to learn the last minute changes regarding to Anna closing the runway instead of Y/N. But she kept a professional environment and mentioned her agent would release an statement.

She didn’t know how her ex manager landed that deal or if Anna was involved at all, but honestly she didn’t care about it.

“I’m truly sorry darling.” Donatella apologized before the fashion show started.

“It’s alright.”

“This was beyond my control… but let me make it up to you, how about we finally start working on that handbags project you wanted?”

Lenny saw the way Y/N’s eyes sparkled at the proposal.

“Meet me in my villa next week, stay for the weekend and we can have a chat.”

As Y/N thanked her, the fashion designer gave her shoulders a squeeze and left to make sure the show was perfect.

She could be the one opening or closing the runway, it simply didn’t matter, Lenny realized that as the photographers went crazy when Y/N stepped ready to take over. And it didn’t matter because it was her who owned the runway, he didn’t know how to put it into words, but she could be walking with a potatoes sack and still look fabulous.

“You thought you could just take them away from me and I’d watch you? No, I got a front row ticket and Anna is filling my pockets.” Richardson whispered in a mischievous tone.

“Congratulations man.” Lenny offered him his hand. Using his skills to charm the other agent. “You won this battle. How are you celebrating?”

“Chateau… private booth, you should join me and my pals.”

Richardson offered him a card with his name on it and a pass.

“Count me in.” Lenny held the straight face until the bastard was out of his sight.

That’s when he started moving to meet Y/N backstage. “You were great. The best like always.” He tried to cheer her up.

“Thanks, I can’t wait to head home.” Deep down he knew she was disappointed, but for a different reason, she was hurt.

“I think I might have something, there’s an after party at a club, Anna’s attending and you should come.”

“I’m really tired, would you mind if I skip it?” Y/N was done with her belongings, with all of this.

Lenny shook his head. “Of course not, I’m asking the driver to take you to the hotel, see you later?” He was torn between comforting her and going to the club.

“Sure.” Y/N turned around to press her lips into Lenny’s, it was a short kiss, but it was enough for Anna to see as she opened the door without knocking, she slowly closed it before her sister and manager pulled apart.

She knocked innocently, as if she didn’t see anything. “Y/N are you there?”

Taking a step back, Y/N pretended to fix her hair in the opposite corner. “Come in.”

Anna smiled looking between the pair. “Just wanted to check if you’re coming to the party?”

“Sorry, no… I’m heading back to the hotel. Want to have some rest, I’ve a headache.” She lied making a big effort to put a smile on her face.

“That sucks, feel better sis.” Anna said without showing an ounce of actually giving a damn about Y/N.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the after party you organized?” Lenny asked looking annoyed at the model.

“Because I told you that as soon as the Fashion Week was over, you’d no longer be my agent, right now our contract is over so… officially I don’t have to tell you anything I do.” Anna gave him a defiant look.

“Anna.” Y/N called in a warning tone. “Lenny is only trying to help us.”

“Us? I think he’s been helping you more than anything.” Anna gave her sister a look up and down.

Frowning, Y/N asked her what she meant.

“Oh, I thought you might know more about that than me.” Anna clapped and she looked from Lenny to her sister once more, making a triumphant face.

As Anna left the dressing room, Lenny kept his eyes on Y/N, watching her frustration becoming more evident by the minute.

“Just ignore her, Y/N she’s trying to piss you off, like every single sister in the world.”

“You say it like you know about it.”

Lenny chuckled and the sound was enough to get Y/N’s attention. “I actually do, I’ve a sister, she’s older than me.”

Her face changed completely, it was so strange from him to open up about anything, let alone something so personal.

“You’re lying.”

But Lenny shook his head in a soft motion.

“She’s the most annoying sister ever, but I love her to death… maybe one day you could meet her?”

Y/N softened her expression, a smile started growing on her lips. “I’d love to!”

“Gimme a minute, okay?” Lenny gave her a gentle squeeze and rushed out from the dressing room.

Despite the brief smile, Lenny could see the sadness in her eyes, and it was tearing him apart. He walked past a dozen of models changing their clothes, assistants hanging the dresses, cleaning up the make up stations.

Close to the exit, there she was, the woman he had been looking for. She listened intensely at the question the reporter was making and answered immediately, praising the runway, the collection and the opportunity to close successfully one more fashion show. They laughed at something she mentioned and then her eyes landed on him.

One look and she was calling out for the night. Thanking the reporters, she walked towards Lenny.

“Mr. Miller, this way please.” She lead the way to a dressing room that was adequated as a small office.

“How can I help you?” Donatella asked, giving him her undivided attention.

“About your offer to Y/N….” Lenny crossed his arms against his chest. “She’s going through a hard time right now, I was wondering if I could ask you about the Villa , if Y/N could stay there for a few days.”

“Yes, absolutely. My assistant will give you the code to enter the property, she’ll make sure there’s everything she needs. I just have to ask you for a favor, Mr. Miller.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t leave her alone. I can tell how much she looks up to you. You really care about Y/N.” Donatella stated.

Lenny didn’t even try to hide it.

“I do, ma’am.”

“Good.”

“I’ll send over something for you too then. Ciao.”

“Ready? The driver is waiting for you.” Lenny stepped in Y/N’s dressing room.

“I don’t want to deal with the reporters tonight, I can’t.” Y/N shook her head.

“Hey just get comfortable, have some rest and I’ll try to get there as soon as I can.” Lenny caressed Y/N’s face. “I’ll take care of that and the club.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I might find something tonight.”

She felt her heart skip a beat, would it lead to something related to Anna?

Pressing his lips against hers, Lenny stepped out of her car and watched it drive away.

Lenny pretended to drink from his glass, his eyes scanning the club, looking for something out of place, instinct on alert.

This wasn’t part of the official investigation, with the amount of experience he had accumulated over the years he knew when to follow his gut at this point of his life.

“Hey man,” the bartender motioned Lenny to get closer, “you’re new around right?”

“Yeah, just stoping by to have a blast.” He tried to play it cool.

The bartender looked at his shoes and watch, no ring on his left hand.

“A couple of fellas recommended this place for its variety.”

“Yeah there’s a lot, listen we’ve some off the menu specials if you know what I mean.” He talked over the music, Lenny knew he was in the right place.

“That’s exactly what I’m looking for.” He cocked a smile.

“Right, just take a look around, let me know and head upstairs for the private rooms. Tell them Anto sent you.”

“Anto?” Lenny rubbed his chin.

“Antonio.”

“Anyone huh?”

Anto started cleaning the counter. “Yeah if they aren’t drunk enough we’ll deal with it.”

“Oh, I definitely appreciate that.” Lenny slipped a bill under his glass and patted Anto on the shoulder. “I guess there’s just premium quality?”

“That’s about right, specially tonight it’s a private event and girls come from different places. They only let in A type.”

Lenny looked at the man with a frown. “Not following.”

“A type are elite girls, international students, 10/10, tourists.”

“It’s going to be hard to pick just one.” Lenny continued with the talk, feeling disgusted.

“You can come back tomorrow, there will be different merchandise.”

Lenny leaned forward with interest.

“Should I get a VIP card then? What if I want let’s say… two for the night?”

“You look like the kind of client this club wants, I can arrange that for you. Get a bargain before they’re shipped away.”

Just as he was about to ask something else, someone caught his eye.

“What about her?” He pointed at Anna, testing the waters.

“Oh no, not her… you don’t want that kind of trouble.” Anto stated.

Swallowing, Lenny looked at his glass.

“Is she that wild?”

“You don’t know her?!” Anto was shocked. “Top model, she’s the boss’s woman, out of everybody’s league.”

“Haven’t seen her.” He lied and shook his head. So the boss is around? Lenny wondered. “Anyways let me take a look and I’ll let you know.”

From afar his eyes followed Anna, she was smiling and posing for pictures with anyone who asked her, dancing to the beat of the music and drinking.

In the opposite corner he pointed at Anto, the barman talked to someone on a radio and he was approached by a waiter almost immediately.

“The girl with the orange dress.” He whispered, she was hard to miss and he could bet his life she was underage, but wearing that kind of clothes and heavy make up, she easily passed for someone older.

Lenny wasn’t prepared for what happened then, someone tapped Anna on the shoulder, said something in her ear and minutes later she was moving from to group, smiling at everyone, after chatting for an instant with some girls, she approached the girl with the orange dress, as they were having a chat, a waiter put a few drops of something in her drink while she was distracted.

She was definitely involved, now he just needed to catch her.

But he wasn’t allowed to see more as he was guided upstairs to a private room, it was small and he could tell the bad smell was disguised with some strong scent.

“You’ve to pay in advance.” The guard informed him, Lenny didn’t back down he was trying to intimidate him.

“What if I’m not pleased with the merchandise?”

“Oh you can ask for a refund.” The guard spatted with sarcasm.

“Do you know how to have a joke?”

But before the guard could answer Lenny, the girl arrived escorted by a waiter, she could hardly stand by herself, she was holding her head, it was evident she felt dizzy.

“Do you think we could be the nexts to have her? Before they ship her overseas?” Lenny heard the waiter say. His head was pounding, he wanted to punch someone, something.

“Oh I was planning to have a little fun before they take her.” The guard replied and Lenny felt like his stomach was turning inside of him.

Of course he wouldn’t abuse this girl, he wanted to find a way to save her.

He helped her to throw up in the bin, in an attempt to get the drugs out of her system, but he didn’t have any meds or backup help.

I can’t sleep, are you still in the club?- Y/N texted him.

Yes! Come over, meet me at the back door. SOS. - He replied.

The only way out was to have some kind of incident. Something that would make them all look the other way. So he opened the door and taking the chance because no one was around, he pulled the fire alarms. As the place was filled with panic over the noise and the sprinklers started spreading water around, he was able to carry the girl outside the room.

Another waiter found him midway and was about to ask for help as Lenny was holding the girl in his arms, but he was faster and punched him right in the face, then he knocked his head against the wall to leave him unconscious.

As everything turned into chaos inside the club and people tried to leave, Lenny managed to make it to the back door, his heart was pounding, he was driven by an adrenaline rush as he heard vehicles approaching, screeching tires against the pavement, he moved quickly to hide behind a dumpster, the girl hanging from his shoulder groaned. The smell was terrible, but moving right now would be a stupid thing to do as four black SUV parked and he witnessed how Anna was escorted to the first vehicle, she was followed by a man he couldn’t recognize and then the SUV sped up to disappear in seconds.

Peeking out, Lenny then saw six girls being pushed inside. In seconds they were gone.

“Adam,” Lenny whispered on the phone, “follow a black SUV and track the vehicle number.” He asked and repeated the number.

“Boss b-” Adam started. Lenny knew he wasn’t following the plan structure, but sometimes you have to take another route.

“Just do it Adam.”

After hanging up, the screen on his phone showed and incoming call from Y/N.

“I’m close, but there’s a lot of traffic.”

“Meet me in the back of the building, you can take a turn in the next block.” He instructed as he saw her location on his phone.

“But it’s in the opposite direction.” Y/N replied.

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll wave off the ticket.”

“Marcus can you take your right?”

Lenny gasped in shock.

“Why are you with your driver Y/N?”

“Because,” Y/N groaned, she was a little but embarrassed to admit it out loud. How could she explain him that she didn’t know how to drive? It was embarrassing.

Soon Lenny was in her eyesight. But he wasn’t alone.

“He better keep his mouth shut.” Lenny gave the driver a side eye look, it was more like a warning look. “Marcus help me with the lady please.”

“What happened?” Y/N asked in shock as she saw the pale girl, Lenny’s clothes and hair were wet.

“It’s a long story.” Lenny admitted, trying to think of how much he should share with Y/N.

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