#i thought this was HONESTY HOUR cillian

[steveslevis]

i love you, it’s ruining my life

azriel x cassian's sister!reader - part 2 of 3

summary: Rhysand sends you on the mission to Windhaven alone, and things do not go as planned.

warnings: mentions of violence/blood, poison, mentions of previous assault and past trauma, Azriel being oblivious and upset again

word count: 5.5k

Windhaven, the place you once called home.

Now the place you avoided at all costs, the place where you lived through your worst nightmares and recollected them every single night while trying to sleep in the hell hole of a cabin you were going to be staying in for the night. 

You tried your hardest to forget about the night that would haunt you for the rest of eternity, tried to will it from your memory, tried to put up an obsidian wall around it to lock it in. 

But there was no forgetting what happened to you, not now, not ever. There was no trusting a male fully ever again, all thanks to the Illyrian customs.

Cillian was the first and last male you ever trusted. He gained your trust, made you fall in love with him, then ripped you to shreds, mentally and physically. The only male you ever trusted was the same one who lured you into that wretched cabin alone and held you down with a knife. 

I love you, he had whispered in your ear all those years ago while pinning you to the floor, your wings spread as the knife pressed against one of the central tendons, I just have to do this so everyone knows you’re mine. So you can be a normal Illyrian female. 

He was mere centimeters from clipping your wings when Rhysand heard your silent cries, busting into the cabin, making the wicked male scramble away in fear of what might happen to him. 

You knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep at all during your stay in the camp, but it was probably better that way. That way you could stay on guard all night, that way you could watch your own back. You had to prove to Rhysand and the rest of the Inner Circle that you could be treated like a grown female, that you were willing to do anything for the Night court. 

There wasn’t much time when you arrived at the cabin, you had to set your bag inside and leave almost immediately, heading towards Lord Devlon’s hall for dinner. 

As much as Devlon hated your brother, he had nothing but respect for you. That might be partially due to the threats you’d set into his mind a few hundred years ago, or the fact that you’d beat him during training multiple times, but the reason didn’t matter. It was more beneficial for you to be the one to show your face in Windhaven this time around and you knew that, regardless of how much it made your stomach turn. It was important that someone from the Inner Circle came to Windhaven every once in a while under the guise of making sure the camp was still in order, so this was the perfect opportunity to gain important insight as well. 

So you sat at the long table for dinner, chatting with those around you in the most civil tone that you could. You couldn’t bear to eat in all honesty, just the thought of having to stay in the cursed cabin for even eight hours for sleep was enough to make you lose all appetite. So, you opted for pushing around some potatoes and meat on your plate all while chugging down four glasses of faerie wine throughout the two hours you were there.

You coincidentally sat to the right of Cormac during the meal, who had Balvard sitting on the left of him, making it almost too easy for you to infiltrate their minds and figure out their foolish plan. The two of them were under the impression that they would be able to take out Devlon with a faebane dagger and control the camps with ease. It made you scoff to yourself when you discovered that neither of them had a backup plan, as if that was going to work out so smoothly for them. 

The remainder of dinner after finding out the information you needed consisted of you bantering with some of the Illyrians you had grown up next to, ones who had turned into great warriors through training at Windhaven. The sun had been set for hours by the time you made your way back to the cabin, setting up some wards as you stepped over the threshold. 

Exhaustion hit you almost immediately upon changing into your sleep clothes, eyelids heavy as you relaxed onto your side in the large bed next to the fire you’d just lit. You’d assumed you would be wired at this point, you’d planned on not sleeping at all due to the fear instilled deep in your bones. 

You cuddled into the blankets, the familiar scent of your old home giving you an eerily comforted feeling passing through your gut. Solace filled you once you threw up a final shield around the small cabin, setting you at ease to know nobody could come in unless you let them in.

Before you knew it, you were fast asleep on the bed.

You awoke a few hours later, disturbed by the noise of the front door swinging open. Your body felt paralyzed in the moment, lethargy taking you over as you slowly turned your head towards the noise. It felt like everything was moving in slow motion as you watched the two males stalk through the door, unable to react in any way as your eyes trailed up to see Cormac and Balvard stepping over the threshold. The smirks on their faces told you everything you needed to know about what was about to happen. 

You wracked your brain for how this could’ve happened, how you were immobilized by these two lowly, evil men in front of you, how you fell into their trap so easily, and how the hell you were completely unable to use any power or energy in this moment. 

Faebane.

How could you be so foolish? You should’ve known better than to drink the wine so freely at a table of men you barely knew, especially after infiltrating Cormac and Balvard’s minds and discovering they wanted to use the same fucking poison on Devlon.

“Stupid female.” Balvard spat at you as Cormac inched closer to you, hand reaching out for your ankle. “You really thought you could come here, infiltrate our fucking minds to find out our plans, and just get away with it?”

You couldn’t speak, it was like someone was pressing down on your throat as you tried to breathe, there had been some gloriella in your wine, too, you were sure of it. Your body was pulled from the bed and flipped over in one swift tug, you were thrown onto the floor in an instant.

Images of Cillian flashed through your mind as your helpless form was pushed onto the floor, images of his wicked grin that matched the ones both of the males in front of you were wearing currently. 

A silent tear slid down your cheek as Balvard spoke, but you couldn’t hear his words. He was still rambling on about how stupid of a female you were, and how you deserved nothing but pain after what you were planning to do to them, but you tried your hardest to drown them out. 

There was nothing you could do at this point, as Balvard held your legs down, as Cormac pinned your wings with one large hand while the other pulled a sizable knife from its sheath. There was nothing you could do but close your eyes and hope that it would be over soon. 

You had never felt this helpless before, not even when Cillian had pinned you down. At least then you were able to fight back, at least then you had a shred of dignity and pride left, at least then you hadn’t been so foolish as to let someone fucking poison you. 

You cursed yourself internally as you squeezed your eyes shut, pain rippling through your body at the first slash of the knife against your wing. The first cut was against the base of your right wing, a long slash that would take months to heal, if it ever did. 

A prayer to the Gods repeated itself in your mind as you felt the blood trickle from your wing and onto your back. Your heart ached as the silent tears flowed, wandering to the furthest corners of your mind as you tried to think of anything aside from the pain that was being inflicted upon you. It took everything in you to realize that you had a sliver of power still running through your veins, just enough to call out to your daemati brother, Rhys.

As you shot a quick thought down the bridge of Rhysand’s mind, you were met with a welcoming talon of power. You could feel his concern as you pushed one-worded thoughts to him to get his attention.

Everything alright, sister? He questioned through your mind, urging you to let him see what you’d experienced in the last twelve hours with a kind caress of his power in your mind. 

You only had enough power to cry out silently to him, Send help, please. Your mind was closed to him as quickly as it had opened, everything went dark on your end as your energy ran out and you were blinded with even more pain, throwing you quickly into unconsciousness. 

The next thing you remembered was waking up to the sound of wailing and begging from behind you, the two men who had you pinned down minutes before were thrown against the wall as their High Lord took pleasure in tearing them to shreds in a slow and painful death. The cries came to a sudden halt moments later, Rhys growing tired of their begging as he decided to shatter their minds and put you out of your misery as quickly as possible. 

“R–Rhys–” you sob once their cries stopped, unable to do anything aside from lift a weak finger to point towards the man in the doorframe. 

The High Lord’s gaze turns from one of pure rage to one of a worried friend once his violet eyes flick toward where you lay in the middle of the cabin. He takes in the sight in front of him slowly, your pained expression and tear-stained cheeks There’s blood pooled around your midsection, drenching your sleep shirt as you pant in pain on the dusty wooden floor. One of your wings looks fractured in multiple spots, while the other one is mangled from the beginnings of a mutilation.

The sight made Rhysand shudder with anger, fists tight at his sides as he slipped into your mind in order to understand the extent of the situation you found yourself in. You let him in without resistance, unable to hold any kind of mental shield up anymore. 

They were going to clip your wings, take away the one thing you had to remind you of your mother, take away the one thing you held so dearly, take away your ability to fly. They were going to make you into the ideal complicit Illyrian female before wiping your memory of the entire night, which he assumed from the extremely prohibited memory tonic rolling on the floor next to you. 

Rhys was glad he’d shattered the two traitors inside and out once your memories were collected, realizing how ruthless they had been with you moments before he stormed in. 

“D–Don’t tell Cassian.” you plead, eyes focused on Rhys as he took another step into the cabin. 

Your pleas took Rhys back to that fateful night all those years ago, the night he found you in this same room, sobbing in the middle of the room after being defiled by another Illyrian male who he nearly ripped to ribbons in the same exact spot where Cormac and Balvard laid in the corner, the male who fled from Windhaven the next morning, likely from threats from Rhysand himself.  

Four hundred and fifty years ago was when he vowed to protect you like his own sister. You had begged him that night not to tell Cassian about what he’d seen, the vulnerable state the situation had left you in. The two of you had even made a bargain that night, that he would never be able to reveal the truth about what happened, so long as you remained loyal to him and his family, which he knew you would do regardless.

Four hundred and fifty years ago he promised to be the one to look out for you and make sure you were protected in situations you knew your brother’s unadulterated rage couldn’t handle.

And now, four hundred and fifty years after that fateful day, he’d failed you. 

Rhys gave you a sympathetic look, opening his mouth to speak in response to your request, but was interrupted by your brother pushing through the doorway past him. Cassian nearly tripped over his own two feet at the sight of you, stomach churning when he saw your mangled wings slumped on the wood over your limp body. 

“Don’t look, Cass.” you beg your brother as he stares at you with wide eyes, knowing the sight will spin him into a fit of rage. In your dazed state, you could see him beginning to seethe at the possibilities of what could’ve happened to you, his breaths quickening at the thought. 

Before Cassian can reply, Rhys slips into his mind. She needs her brother right now, not the Lord of Bloodshed ready to avenge her. Let’s get her back to the house before you make any rash decisions, we can come back and rip whoever else deserves it to shreds once she’s safe. 

Cassian chokes on a breath as Rhysand tries to reassure him that you’ll be alright. It takes everything in him to compose himself, but he does it for you, his twin, his fiery sister who he’d take an ash arrow to the heart for. 

“I can’t—can’t feel—“ you choke out, squirming and groaning in pain as Cassian picks you up from the floor. “My w—wings. I can’t feel them. Did they—they take them away?”

Your pained words strike Cassian like a dagger to the heart, tears welling up as he thinks about how much pain you had to be in. 

“No, I promise. They didn’t take them away. They’re–they’re still there, Y/N. It—It’ll be okay,” your brother says in a stern tone as he chokes back his own tears, eyes wide as he watches you struggle in his arms while walking through the cabin’s front door. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

It sounded almost like he was trying to convince himself that it would all be okay as he shot into the sky with you curled up in his arms. 

You were in and out of consciousness the entirety of the flight back to the House of Wind, babbling nonsense as Cassian tried to keep you stable in his arms. 

The entire Inner Circle was already at the house when Cassian landed, an air of worry carrying through the group as they saw the state of you, more specifically the state of your wings. 

Rhysand immediately called for Madja upon seeing the extent of your injuries, and ordered Cassian to take you to your room and to keep you awake until she arrived. 

Cassian was up the stairs in a flash, Feyre and Mor on his heels as he rushed to your room, with Azriel quietly following behind them. He laid you on your side, your bloodied wings spread across the bed as you curled up near the edge of the large bed. Your eyes landed on Feyre as he stepped away, a dazed smile spreading across your lips as you reached out a hand for her. 

The High Lady gives you a small smile in return, but it doesn’t reach her eyes, which were filled with worry. She grabs your hand, squeezing it gently as she begins to tell you something that you really can’t comprehend over the ringing in your ears.

After a while of her speaking to you and you babbling nonsense in return, you try to sit up abruptly. Both Cassian and Feyre are on you in an instant, pushing you gently back onto your side, quickly telling you that you need to lay down and stay there. 

“What is it?” Feyre asks quickly, gripping your hand as you easily give up and fall onto the bed, “Is something wrong, do you need something?”

“Az…” you whimper, fighting the urge to fall asleep right then and there, “W—Where’s Azriel?”

The shadowsinger had been outside the door keeping watch, but his shadows had been listening in on the conversation within as well. The shadows curled around his ear, whispering your name to him, telling him that you requested him, so he silently strode in when he heard. Your tired eyes lit up at the sight of him in the doorway, hand slipping from Feyre’s to weakly beckon him over to you. 

Something about seeing you in this state tugged on his heart, tugged on it so much it felt like it was going to rip from his chest. He couldn’t deny your request for him to come closer, not when you looked so desperate and in so much pain, not when his absence in Windhaven was part of the reason you were in this situation in the first place. 

He made a mental note to ask Rhys who did this to you as he made his way over to the chair Feyre left for him to sit in, wanting nothing more than to show them what Truth Teller could do. 

Azriel’s hand fell next to you on the bed and you immediately rested your own atop his, grinning widely as what felt like delusion set into your bones. Shadows twined around your fingers while the others skittered across your wings as if to soothe them.

“They may—may not be able to save my wings, Az.” you choked out, a bitter giggle coming out as you spoke.

“I’m sure Madja will be able to heal you right up, Y/N. You’ll be better in no time.” Azriel assured you, but he wasn’t sure that was entirely true. “She’ll be here any minute.”

“I—I don’t even care. I just—just need my mate.” you say abruptly while shaking your head, voice barely above a whisper now as you stare at the male, glassy eyes meeting his sharp yet confused gaze.

“Mate?” he replies with a furrowed brow, lips drawing into a frown at your words. He was wondering if you even knew what you were saying at this point, if you were just saying whatever came to your disoriented mind.

“Mate.” you say a little louder this time and the whole room is silent as you reach out for Azriel, your shaky and blood-crusted hand coming up to stroke his cheek. “My mate.”

Your eyes fluttered close with those words, a smile on your lips as you’re overtaken by sleep in the moment. Your hand falls from Azriel’s cheek and onto his lap, and that’s when he feels it. That’s when he feels the shadows of his mind clearing, bringing that band of golden thread to the forefront. A band of golden thread that was tying his soul to yours. 

Before Azriel could process the situation unfolding in front of him, Cassian was pulling him from the chair so Feyre could tend to you once more. The High Lady tried to wake you, but nothing worked. Thankfully, Rhysand and Madja rushed into the room mere minutes after you became unconscious, immediately going to work on getting you back to consciousness and ready to be healed.

Cassian tugged at Azriel’s shoulders as the whirlwind began, trying to drag him into the hallway. The shadowsinger resisted, standing behind Feyre as he watched you closely. You awoke immediately when Madja began to tend to your bloodied wings, the sensitive membrane torn to shreds. A cry escaped your lips as she gently worked on them, as Feyre tried her best to keep you in one spot while Madja worked her magic. 

Azriel watched with wide eyes, rage rippling through his body as he watched you writhe in pain. He wanted nothing more than to take away your pain, to make sure nobody ever hurt you again, to keep you safe with him forever. 

Your brother continued to try to move Azriel from the room, knowing it wouldn’t end well if he continued to watch you writhe in pain as Madja made quick work of healing you. He continued to resist, shoving Cassian multiple times before Rhysand breached his mind, stopping him in his tracks.

I’ll make sure she’s okay. He spoke to Azriel in his mind, staring him down as he squeezed your hand, beginning to take away your pain. She’s safe with me and I’ll take away whatever pain I can, but we need you to leave before you do anything stupid. The bond is too new and who knows what you’ll do if you continue to see her like this.  

Azriel straightened against Cassian’s grip, nodding at Rhys as he silently assured him that you would be okay. Eventually, he let your brother guide him into the hallway, noting the glamour Rhysand had added to the bedroom to drown out your cries as Cassian closed the door. 

It isn’t until he steps into the hallway that he’s finally able to fully comprehend what just happened. That’s when guilt and fear and pain wash over his body, stinging his chest all at once, right down the bond. 

“This–It’s my fault.” he says, falling back against the wall opposite to your bedroom in the hall, his legs unable to hold him up anymore. “I–I could’ve fucking stopped this, I should’ve been there, I should’ve known that this would happen–”

“Woah, Az.” Cassian interjects, reaching for Azriel’s shoulders once again. “You and I both know how stubborn she is. She would’ve refused to go if you were going, and you know it. She thought she had to prove herself to Rhys, just like she always does.” 

“I should’ve just–Fuck!” Azriel yelled, shoving his hands into his hair to tug on it roughly out of frustration, “I should’ve fucking sent my shadows, I could’ve seen their plan, I–”

“Azriel.” Cassian interrupted once again, grabbing the shadowsinger to get his attention. “Would you shut up for one second? She would’ve torn those shadows–and you–to shreds if you did that. She’s still under the impression that you fucking hate her, Az.”

Azriel let out a shuddering breath at the thought, a whirlwind of emotions taking over. His mind was racing as he thought of you in the next room, how his shadows couldn’t even infiltrate Rhysand’s glamour to see if you were alright. None of it made sense, you deserved more than him, you should be with someone who actually could keep you safe.

“How long have you known?” Azriel pressed, stern gaze on Cassian as he finally let go of his shoulders.

“Az–”

“How. Fucking. Long.” he insisted, blue siphons flaring with power at his wrists as he reached for your brother. 

Cassian sighs, shoulders sagging in defeat as he looks to the helpless man in front of him. “Two–Two years.” he’s quiet as he speaks, voice wavering in fear of what anger the fresh mating bond could bring out of his brother. 

“You’ve known for two fucking years?” Azriel seethes, gripping Cassian’s leathers tighter as he growls, “how fucking dare you–”

“I couldn’t tell you and you know it, Az.” Cassian says, releasing himself from Azriel’s grip. 

“You’re my brother–”

“And she’s my twin, my real fucking blood sister. I couldn’t betray her like that.” he interjected, shaking his head at the shadowsinger. “She would’ve torn me to shreds, then came for you next. You should know that nobody should interfere with a mating bond, you had to find out from her.”

Azriel took a deep and shaky breath at his words, knowing that Cassian was right in every sense of the word to not tell him for all this time. Eventually he nods at Cassian, deciding that words probably aren’t his strong suit at this moment, he didn’t want to say or do anything he’d regret later. 

“C’mon, we should go somewhere else to get your mind–”

“No.” Azriel snarled, shaking his head firmly as his shadows swirled at his shoulders, siphons flaring with that ultramarine power once again. “I need to stay here, to see that she’s safe.” 

There was something damn near animalistic in Azriel’s eyes as Cassian gazed at him. In that moment, he knew there would be no getting through to the shadowsinger, not when his mate was on the brink of death on the other side of the door. 

Cassian nodded slowly at him, watching carefully as Azriel finally let go of his shoulders. The shadowsinger’s own shoulders sagged and he leaned to rest on the wall behind him, while trying to calm himself. He needed to be in that room, needed to see you, needed to hold you, but he knew there was no use in trying. Not even his shadows could slip under the door to check on you, Rhysand had glamoured the whole room to high hell in order to keep him out and to keep your healing as uninterrupted as possible. 

He knew it would take hours, maybe even days before that door opened again, but he didn’t care. He’d stay right there waiting for that lock to click and that glamour to fall just so he could see you again. 

And so wait he did. 

He waited one hour, which turned into two, which turned into four, which turned into eight. 

The wait was so long that Cassian eventually pulled two chairs out of his bedroom so they could sit, and the House nearly forced them to eat some stew that was placed upon the empty chair Azriel refused to occupy. 

He only paced, mind racing with thoughts of you, of how he couldn’t feel you any time he tried to tug on the bond. He wasn’t sure how the mating bond worked, how much a glamour could mask it or how your unconsciousness would affect it. Every time he tugged on that golden strand in his chest, he felt nothing on the other end, just resistance that he could only assume was from the inability to fully reach you.

Each unsuccessful tug only drove him closer to insanity, closer to clawing down the door between the two of you to see if Rhysand was truly the reason he wasn’t able to reach you or not. 

Just as Azriel was on the verge of another outrage, after waiting for nearly ten godsdamned hours, your bedroom door’s lock clicked. Both Cassian and Azriel’s attention whirled to the door, only to see Feyre standing at the door frame. The door was barely cracked, just enough to see her face, hiding the commotion behind her, hiding the sight of you behind her. 

The moment the door opened, a wave of nausea flowed through Azriel’s stomach, the smell of you, the smell of your blood reaching his nose immediately. 

The High Lady held out a hand as Azriel took a step towards the door, ready to push her over to finally see his mate. 

“She’s waking up now,” Feyre interjects, giving the shadowsinger a stern look that tells him to behave, “she might be really confused right now, she’s been in and out of consciousness for a while so who knows what she really remembers. Be gentle with her, she may not remember what she said before you left.”

Azriel stands up straighter at the High Lady’s words, nodding sternly at her command as Cassian stands at his side finally. Both take a moment to compose themselves while she pulls the door open, revealing the room behind her at last. 

The room is in much less of a disarray than they’d expected, likely thanks to a simple snap of Rhysand’s fingers. The only blood to be seen in the room is on your wings, which is currently being wiped away by Madja as you stir slowly. 

It takes everything in Azriel not to run up to your side right then, to push Mor from the chair next to you, to take your head into his hands and kiss you and never let you go. But he holds back, waiting for you to finally wake from your sleep. 

Your eyes flutter open a few moments later, a wave of confusion washing over you as you do. The last thing you really remember is being picked up by Cassian, off the floor of that Gods forsaken cabin. You really don’t remember how or when you made it back to the House of Wind, or what actually happened to you. At this point, judging by the shooting pain in your back, you weren’t sure if you wanted to remember what happened to you. 

Your brother’s name was the first thing to fall from your lips, your weak hand reaching out for him with a watery smile. Tears filled your eyes as he took a step toward you.

“You’re a stubborn little shit, you know that?” Cassian said with a bittersweet smile, eyes flickering between your bruised face and your tattered wings. 

“Gotta keep you on your toes all the time,” you rasp out, a small laugh from you finally filling the tense air. 

Cassian sat next to you, talking to you lowly as he tried to keep things light, tried to keep your spirits up after he caught a glance of how mangled your wings were, how ruined they might be. 

You barely noticed the shadowsinger standing behind him until a shadow skittered across your stomach, trailing to your bandaged wings to survey the damage. It wasn’t until then that you stopped to look at him, to see how stoic he looked while staring at you. His face paled, his jaw clenched as he stood silently at the foot of the bed.

“Are you here to mock me, shadowsinger?” your voice interrupted his thoughts, finally making him look up to meet your eyes.

Azriel’s brow furrowed at your words and Cassian tensed at your side. He only shook his head, an apologetic look crossing his face as he opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by you. 

“If you’re here to tell me how I should’ve just sucked it up and gone with you, how I’m only a weak female and I can’t handle missions like this, I don’t want to hear it.”

Oh. Oh, no. 

Realization struck Azriel in an instant, you didn’t remember anything about what you’d said to him. He tried to tug on the bond, a sympathetic look in his eyes as his heart lurched for you, but felt nothing. 

The pain tonics, they mess with the bond. She cannot feel you, brother, Rhysand said to him wordlessly, watching quietly from the other side of the room, she does not know that you’re reaching out to her, she doesn’t know that you know.

Azriel felt like he was going to vomit, he couldn’t handle it anymore. He couldn’t go another minute without you knowing that he knew. But he knew better, he knew better than to throw this on you while healing from something so severe. So he looked at you once more with a calm and stoic expression, into your fiery eyes, knowing you were putting on a show of hatred just for him. 

“I wasn’t going to mock you, Y/N.” Azriel said matter-of-factly, shaking his head at the thought, “I was only going to tell you that I hope you feel better soon, and that I am sorry, for everything.”

Your stern gaze wavers for a moment, confusion crossing your once stern face at his last words. Before you could retort, he was rushing out the door, leaving one shadow behind to keep watch over you.

He thought you needed space, that you needed this time away from him to heal fully before he threw his heart at you, before he confessed how in love he’d been with you for so damn long. 

So he left. Left the House of Wind immediately, deciding that you were better off without him for now. 

But he missed the tear that slipped from your eye once he fled the room. He missed the way you were tugging against the bond as well, the golden strand too clouded by the tonics and poisons running through your veins to reach either side.

He missed the way you let out a small sob at his absence, fully recoiling into yourself as you thought that the only male you wanted couldn’t stand to be with you for more than two seconds. 

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[cilliankelly]

Do you care what others think of you?

no, who has time for that shit? you don’t like me, you can get over it.

[queenshelby]

My Friend’s Father (Part Twelve)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Domestic Violence, Angst

Words: 1,366

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 When you picked up the intercom, you were surprised to hear the voice of Denise’s mother and, after you let her upstairs through the apartment building, you quickly shoved your intimate toys beneath one of the pillows on Cillian’s bed and shut the door to his bedroom.

‘Hey Y/N’ she said somewhat surprised when you greeted her. ‘I thought Denise is in Manchester, visiting Cillian on set’ she then asked and you nodded nervously.

‘She is’ you confirmed while she made her way inside the apartment.  

‘So, what are you doing here on your own then?’ she asked somewhat confused and you had to think quickly in order to come up with an excuse.

‘Uhm…something happened at home and…uhm…Cillian offered me to stay here while he was not using the apartment while I am sorting out accommodation on campus’ you stammered, barely able to form a full sentence.

‘Right, well that’s nice of him’ she said before informing you that she came by to pick up some of Lucas’s things which he had left at the apartment during his last visit to Galway.

‘I have Lucas’s key but, since I saw the lights on, I didn’t just want to walk inside and I tried to reach Cillian but he didn’t answer his phone’ she explained before grabbing a bag from Lucas’s room, telling you that Lucas was waiting for her in the car and wishing you a pleasant night.  

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The following day, you immediately received a call from Denise who was somewhat surprised when she found that you were staying at her father’s apartment in Galway.

‘My parents said that dad had offered you to stay at his apartment in Galway after I told him what happened between you and your father. Did he call you? I didn’t even think he had your number?’ Denise asked somewhat surprised before asking you whether you were alright after the incident.

‘I am fine. I gave your dad my number a while ago, just in case he ever needed it’ you explained and Denise didn’t bother to question you any more about it. Instead, she simply laughed, thinking that you were again trying to hit on her father.

Whilst she was surprised that he had rang you and offered you his place to stay, she knew about what had happened with your sister several years ago and felt as though her father probably just wanted to help you since you were her friend.

‘Anyway, dad isn’t coming home next week and Lucas is in Cork. You should come to Dublin and spend the weekend with me. We would have the house to ourselves’ Denise then suggested.

‘I can’t. I have to work’ you said, unable to tell her the truth, namely that you would be spending the weekend with her father.

‘That’s a shame. Well, I guess you would rather come and visit me in Dublin when dad is home anyway’ she then joked and you couldn’t help but gulp.

‘Yeah, well, he is hot’ you then said somewhat embarrassed but forcing out a laugh nonetheless.

‘You are disgusting’ Denise said before carrying on…‘Also, I am sorry to disappoint you but I think he’s got a girlfriend and it is not Laura Jennings’ Denise then said and you couldn’t help but ask Denise about it.

‘What makes you say that?’ you asked, curious as to how Denise knew about her father seeing someone else.

‘Dad has been glued to his phone all of last night, texting with a woman friend of his. This friend even sent him a nude picture’ Denise laughed, causing you to choke.

‘A nude picture?’ you asked, cheeks blushing red.

‘Yes, a nude picture. The message popped up on his phone in preview and I saw it. I couldn’t see her face though and, luckily, her intimate parts were covered by a James Joyce Novel’ Denise said rather amused and you couldn’t help but feel sick to your stomach knowing that Denise had seen this somewhat inappropriate picture of you.

‘Uhm…well…at least your dad is happy, right?’ you then said nervously.

‘Right. He seems pretty happy actually’ Denise said before having to bring the phone call to an end. ‘Anyway, I better go. Amalie wants to go shopping today’ Denise then said before wishing you a good day and telling you to stay away from her draws, thinking that you were staying in her room at the apartment.

***

With Denise and her mother being fully aware about where you were staying, it didn’t take long for your mother to find out and, if your mother knew, your father would soon know as well.

Denise’s mother and your mother used to be friends until contact broke between them following some sort of incident just over a year ago.

You never knew what the incident was about and Cillian made clear to you that he wouldn’t get involved in it again and, if you wanted to know about it, you needed to speak to your mother. It wasn’t his place to be unless it involved you directly.

You accepted his decision but, when your mother contacted Cillian’s ex wife to see whether she knew where you were staying after Denise refused to tell her, things had become difficult yet again and you agreed to meet your mother on Friday morning at a nearby café.

When you sat down together, she first handed you a letter from Trinity College in Dublin.

‘Your scholarship has been accepted. I suppose that will solve your problems, right?’ she asked with a warm smile and you couldn’t help but get a little excited. This was all you ever wanted and you knew that you could stay at campus in Dublin for free while attending university and working part time.

‘I am sorry mum, I shouldn’t have taken off so suddenly, but he has gone too far this time’ you said rather upset.

‘I understand and thank you for checking in with me every day via text message’ your mother then said and you nodded before giving her a hug. It was obvious to you that she wasn’t angry with you and supported your decision to leave rather abruptly.

‘I didn’t want dad to know where I am staying because, as far as I am aware, his relationship with Denise’s family is rather bad’ you then said which is also when your mother opened up to you about why this is the case.

‘Denise’s mother and I were good friends, even after she tried to help your sister behind your father’s back when we found out about her pregnancy. I knew about it. In fact, it was me who asked her for help. Your father found out about it later down the track and then he did to me what he did to you the other day. I went to Denise’s parents’ house for help as I was so upset but, in the end, I worked things out with your father through the Church counsellor’ your mother explained before telling you that your father had threatened Cillian and his ex-wife if they wouldn’t stay out of their marriage.

‘Mum, in all honesty, you deserve better than this. Why do you put up with his anger? Just because he repents every week doesn’t make it right’ you said, taking her hand.

‘Because I love him and this happened once. It never happened again’ she said and you simply nodded, having to accept her decision.

‘Okay’ you said before allowing her to change the topic to something more pleasant which is when you began talking about your upcoming birthday before it was time for you to go.

You knew that, in about five hours, Cillian would be at the apartment and, before he got there, you wanted to cook, tidy up, shower, shave and get yourself into some nice lingerie.

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Pride and Prejudice

TITLE: Pride and Prejudice CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 36 AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.     RATING: Mature   NOTES/WARNINGS: Forced Marriage, not all fun and games. My first real step back into the Loki scene in over a year.

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Ella sat staring across the vast icy landscape of Jotunheim, thinking of the day that had been. She was startled by the fact that she missed Loki already. It had only been a few hours, but she found herself fretting for him as she did her brother, if not more. She did not worry for Thor as much, he was used to war at this stage. She never understood how her father allowed him to fight so often in such things when he was the future King of Asgard but since her father spent his youth similarly, she assumed it was due to him seeing no issue in it as he had done similar himself. She hoped whatever happened, any future for any son she could ever give Loki, she would not have to see him off to war. She did not think such would end well for her, she would fret for the entirety of the time he would be gone. For a moment, she thought of if she did not give Loki a son, such would, in its own way, be a blessing but her fate was sealed in their marriage contract, two sons, no matter what. Inhaling deeply, she got up from her seat and readied for bed, not in the mood for anything else, though she knew sleep would not come easy to her. 

The next day, she went to the throne room, noting that half the realm, or what was there and not at war seemed to be there and the tense atmosphere was palpable. Everyone wished to know what was going on but with so little time since their departure, there was no manner for Laufey to have received any form of news on the matter. 

Ella thought it peculiar to see Laufey no longer circled by his sons and Arden as he usually was, instead, he seemed almost isolated. There were guards and indeed junior advisors but it did not look the same. 

She listened for a time as Laufey spoke on matters and other agendas were dealt with but as the day came to a close, something came to her. There had been no mention of Byleistr and his mates. She knew Jotun heats lasted a significant length of time, usually five to ten days, and were incredibly exhausting for those involved in the situation but this changed a lot of things. Part of her wanted to say nothing, the other part knew she would need to say something. With the decision to say something to Laufey after the day so not to be seen to be interfering, she merely stood silently to the side. 

Her face must have shown her thoughts in some manner when Laufey noticed her because with a simple beckoning action, he had her brought forward. “Something is on your mind, Princess?” “I am merely thinking, in an animated manner it would seem, My King,” She smiled politely. 

“And what is it you are thinking?” Ella thought for a moment to fib but she was not one for lying. Loki always stated her honesty to be one of her better attributes, part of her felt she should be honest even in his absence. “If I may be so forward, My King, I am curious as to the situation with regards informing Prince Byleistr and his mates. I am aware that at present, he is not able to be reached for personal reasons but I would think with his location being closer to any attempt to breach the realm and with both of his brothers in the fray, he would wish to be informed and to get both of his mates to safety at the earliest possibility.” 

“I would think that to be an accurate assumption.” Laufey nodded solemnly for a moment, contemplating her words. “It is true that should there be an attempt to invade Jotunheim, that area of the realm is closer to their likely entry point and so too is it easier to isolate.” She nodded at his words cause Laufey to speak further on the matter. “When Asgard wars, what is the planned strategy?”

If Laufey felt she would be hesitant to answer, he did not show it, nor did Ella do such a thing. “There is a procedure in place for such things. It is neither complex or overly fancy. We know the issue is on Alfheim, so we secure any form of entry point between the realms at that point. Do not shut them entirely as often those are the areas news carriers will attempt to reach the realm and in the off chance that our forces are forced back, the innocent and the soldiers involved will wish to retreat through those gateways.” “Our men do not retreat.” One female Jotnar spat at her. 

“There was a war on Midgard, not too long ago, I think only about two decades, I cannot tell, life goes by so fast there, and there was an army, forced to retreat. They have these machines, tanks they call them, armoured with large guns, able to take most every terrain, they were pushed back to the edge of a landmass, their homeland only a short sea straight away, they retreated back to their land and regrouped, there, they were joined by others and together, they returned to the land they had retreated from before and fought the enemy once more. They were assisted, of course, by the central enemy fighting a war on multiple fronts, from the East and South as well as the West, but somethings a tactful retreat to regroup is the sanest option. Dying for no reason is not a good reason to die. I hope that should there be a manner for our men to do such themselves, they take it and we will be as successful as the Midgaridans in their war, if it, unfortunately, comes to that. I hope not but we must prepare accordingly.” She turned to face Laufey again and he nodded at her to continue. “We clear civilians from the area and we ready troops there in the offchance any of our enemies get through. You also apply a scorched earth strategy, put simply, we destroy any and all crops, water sources and anything else they can use to feed and tend to theirs if they get through. We should not do this until it is necessary and I know it sounds mad, especially now when the realm is finally starting to grow again, but one plant may feed them enough to advance even one step further. If Jotunheim needs to do this, we must ensure that those who lie behind us, whom we are the buffer for must assist us by way of soldiers and food for us if this needs to occur. This is Asgard’s own manner of practice in such events so for the Allfather to even deny considering assisting us, in the same manner, is hypocritical and it will not be stood for, so I would send a messenger to Asgard this instant to have it and Vanaheim ready supplies and men to do so if we need it.” 

Her words startled many amongst those gathered. There was a small number on Jotunheim who were incredibly sceptical of the future of the Jotunheim throne with the marriage between Loki and Ella, not during Loki’s reign as they knew that the prince was dedicated wholeheartedly to the needs of the realm but they were concerned as to after that when the child born to the couple would become King, they worried the Asgardian-loyal mother would have too much influence and force a situation of an unfit and an Asgard loyal King but her statement and her insistence that Asgard should do as they command forced them to consider that her loyalty was with her mate and his realm. 

Laufey gave an approving nod. “Very well. Godrick, do as my son’s mate states and have such a thing sent to Asgard. ” One of the junior advisors bowed and rushed off. “With regards to Byleistr, and indeed the evacuation of the areas closest our borders, that must be dealt with also. I need available guards to the different homesteads there, tell them to bring all valuables with them, anything that could help an enemy is to be brought. Starve them of any resource that could assist them. As for my son, he will need to be brought back at the earliest convenience.” One of the advisors stood forward, Ella knew he was one that was disgusted by Byleistr’s actions, not out of loyalty to Loki, but of a loyalist to tradition, and tradition did not allow for Byleistr’s actions. “But Sire, the land they are on is not overly inhabited, sending a soldier there is not going to be easy, it’s a long trek and it takes from the protection of those who need it most.” 

Others nodded in agreement. 

Ella looked around. “How far from anything is it, exactly, if I may be so bold as to ask?”

“The most of the afternoon from anything else.” The advisor stated. 

Laufey studied Ella’s face, he could see her calculating to herself. “A princess cannot be expected to do such a journey alone,” he insisted. 

“I would not expect you to allow my going alone, My King.” She looked to the side and noticed Greta looking at her curiously for a moment before the Frost Giant smiled slightly. “But I will not be alone, and my going there will signify the severity of the situation.” 

She stood and silently awaiting Laufey’s response. 

Laufey considered it for a moment before speaking again. “Very well, Greta, daughter of Cillian, you go with the Princess and retrieve my son and his mates while the guards assist the people and ready as she stated.” He sat back, his silent manner of signifying he was too tired to deal with anymore. 

Ella bowed slightly and made to make her way to Greta to see when the Jotnar would be ready to leave. 

“Sire,” One Jotnar stepped forward. “Surely you do not think it a good idea to allow one so small and vulnerable into the snows, what if she is attacked.” He indicated to Ella as he spoke. “I do not think it fair to have to have another risk their lives for such a thing.”

Ella did not mean to scoff, she simply had not been ready for the absurdity of the Frost Giant’s words. When he looked at her again she shot her arms straight out, causing two large daggers to come out of thin air, startling everyone, even Laufey before she scraped the two blades off one another and bright and intense flames blazed from them, the heat of which could be felt a few metres away. 

“I am sure that should any issue befall us, Micha,” Greta began. “Her Highness is capable of protection one as small and vulnerable as me.” 

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Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 36

Story Summary - Based on an idea I had that I submitted to Imagine Loki. Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.

Chapter Summary - War is a trying time and Ella is startled to see what is discussed, also how she is brought into discussions

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Ella sat staring across the vast icy landscape of Jotunheim, thinking of the day that had been. She was startled by the fact that she missed Loki already. It had only been a few hours, but she found herself fretting for him as she did her brother, if not more. She did not worry for Thor as much, he was used to war at this stage. She never understood how her father allowed him to fight so often in such things when he was the future King of Asgard but since her father spent his youth similarly, she assumed it was due to him seeing no issue in it as he had done similar himself. She hoped whatever happened, any future for any son she could ever give Loki, she would not have to see him off to war. She did not think such would end well for her, she would fret for the entirety of the time he would be gone. For a moment, she thought of if she did not give Loki a son, such would, in its own way, be a blessing but her fate was sealed in their marriage contract, two sons, no matter what. Inhaling deeply, she got up from her seat and readied for bed, not in the mood for anything else, though she knew sleep would not come easy to her. 

The next day, she went to the throne room, noting that half the realm, or what was there and not at war seemed to be there and the tense atmosphere was palpable. Everyone wished to know what was going on but with so little time since their departure, there was no manner for Laufey to have received any form of news on the matter. 

Ella thought it peculiar to see Laufey no longer circled by his sons and Arden as he usually was, instead, he seemed almost isolated. There were guards and indeed junior advisors but it did not look the same. 

She listened for a time as Laufey spoke on matters and other agendas were dealt with but as the day came to a close, something came to her. There had been no mention of Byleistr and his mates. She knew Jotun heats lasted a significant length of time, usually five to ten days, and were incredibly exhausting for those involved in the situation but this changed a lot of things. Part of her wanted to say nothing, the other part knew she would need to say something. With the decision to say something to Laufey after the day so not to be seen to be interfering, she merely stood silently to the side. 

Her face must have shown her thoughts in some manner when Laufey noticed her because with a simple beckoning action, he had her brought forward. “Something is on your mind, Princess?” “I am merely thinking, in an animated manner it would seem, My King,” She smiled politely. 

“And what is it you are thinking?” Ella thought for a moment to fib but she was not one for lying. Loki always stated her honesty to be one of her better attributes, part of her felt she should be honest even in his absence. “If I may be so forward, My King, I am curious as to the situation with regards informing Prince Byleistr and his mates. I am aware that at present, he is not able to be reached for personal reasons but I would think with his location being closer to any attempt to breach the realm and with both of his brothers in the fray, he would wish to be informed and to get both of his mates to safety at the earliest possibility.” 

“I would think that to be an accurate assumption.” Laufey nodded solemnly for a moment, contemplating her words. “It is true that should there be an attempt to invade Jotunheim, that area of the realm is closer to their likely entry point and so too is it easier to isolate.” She nodded at his words cause Laufey to speak further on the matter. “When Asgard wars, what is the planned strategy?”

If Laufey felt she would be hesitant to answer, he did not show it, nor did Ella do such a thing. “There is a procedure in place for such things. It is neither complex or overly fancy. We know the issue is on Alfheim, so we secure any form of entry point between the realms at that point. Do not shut them entirely as often those are the areas news carriers will attempt to reach the realm and in the off chance that our forces are forced back, the innocent and the soldiers involved will wish to retreat through those gateways.” “Our men do not retreat.” One female Jotnar spat at her. 

“There was a war on Midgard, not too long ago, I think only about two decades, I cannot tell, life goes by so fast there, and there was an army, forced to retreat. They have these machines, tanks they call them, armoured with large guns, able to take most every terrain, they were pushed back to the edge of a landmass, their homeland only a short sea straight away, they retreated back to their land and regrouped, there, they were joined by others and together, they returned to the land they had retreated from before and fought the enemy once more. They were assisted, of course, by the central enemy fighting a war on multiple fronts, from the East and South as well as the West, but somethings a tactful retreat to regroup is the sanest option. Dying for no reason is not a good reason to die. I hope that should there be a manner for our men to do such themselves, they take it and we will be as successful as the Midgaridans in their war, if it, unfortunately, comes to that. I hope not but we must prepare accordingly.” She turned to face Laufey again and he nodded at her to continue. “We clear civilians from the area and we ready troops there in the offchance any of our enemies get through. You also apply a scorched earth strategy, put simply, we destroy any and all crops, water sources and anything else they can use to feed and tend to theirs if they get through. We should not do this until it is necessary and I know it sounds mad, especially now when the realm is finally starting to grow again, but one plant may feed them enough to advance even one step further. If Jotunheim needs to do this, we must ensure that those who lie behind us, whom we are the buffer for must assist us by way of soldiers and food for us if this needs to occur. This is Asgard’s own manner of practice in such events so for the Allfather to even deny considering assisting us, in the same manner, is hypocritical and it will not be stood for, so I would send a messenger to Asgard this instant to have it and Vanaheim ready supplies and men to do so if we need it.” 

Her words startled many amongst those gathered. There was a small number on Jotunheim who were incredibly sceptical of the future of the Jotunheim throne with the marriage between Loki and Ella, not during Loki’s reign as they knew that the prince was dedicated wholeheartedly to the needs of the realm but they were concerned as to after that when the child born to the couple would become King, they worried the Asgardian-loyal mother would have too much influence and force a situation of an unfit and an Asgard loyal King but her statement and her insistence that Asgard should do as they command forced them to consider that her loyalty was with her mate and his realm. 

Laufey gave an approving nod. “Very well. Godrick, do as my son’s mate states and have such a thing sent to Asgard. ” One of the junior advisors bowed and rushed off. “With regards to Byleistr, and indeed the evacuation of the areas closest our borders, that must be dealt with also. I need available guards to the different homesteads there, tell them to bring all valuables with them, anything that could help an enemy is to be brought. Starve them of any resource that could assist them. As for my son, he will need to be brought back at the earliest convenience.” One of the advisors stood forward, Ella knew he was one that was disgusted by Byleistr’s actions, not out of loyalty to Loki, but of a loyalist to tradition, and tradition did not allow for Byleistr’s actions. “But Sire, the land they are on is not overly inhabited, sending a soldier there is not going to be easy, it’s a long trek and it takes from the protection of those who need it most.” 

Others nodded in agreement. 

Ella looked around. “How far from anything is it, exactly, if I may be so bold as to ask?”

“The most of the afternoon from anything else.” The advisor stated. 

Laufey studied Ella’s face, he could see her calculating to herself. “A princess cannot be expected to do such a journey alone,” he insisted. 

“I would not expect you to allow my going alone, My King.” She looked to the side and noticed Greta looking at her curiously for a moment before the Frost Giant smiled slightly. “But I will not be alone, and my going there will signify the severity of the situation.” 

She stood and silently awaiting Laufey’s response. 

Laufey considered it for a moment before speaking again. “Very well, Greta, daughter of Cillian, you go with the Princess and retrieve my son and his mates while the guards assist the people and ready as she stated.” He sat back, his silent manner of signifying he was too tired to deal with anymore. 

Ella bowed slightly and made to make her way to Greta to see when the Jotnar would be ready to leave. 

“Sire,” One Jotnar stepped forward. “Surely you do not think it a good idea to allow one so small and vulnerable into the snows, what if she is attacked.” He indicated to Ella as he spoke. “I do not think it fair to have to have another risk their lives for such a thing.”

Ella did not mean to scoff, she simply had not been ready for the absurdity of the Frost Giant’s words. When he looked at her again she shot her arms straight out, causing two large daggers to come out of thin air, startling everyone, even Laufey before she scraped the two blades off one another and bright and intense flames blazed from them, the heat of which could be felt a few metres away. 

“I am sure that should any issue befall us, Micha,” Greta began. “Her Highness is capable of protection one as small and vulnerable as me.” 

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London Adventure: Belle and Cill

Annabelle: Annabelle was excited to finally hang out with a dear friend of hers, the two probably hadnt hung out in a while and she wasnt sure why she didnt make more of a effort but at least now they were here in London. She had her hair straightened out, trying to figure what to wear as she couldnt go to done up after all they were suppose to be exploring. She figured she would go with jeans, sneakers and a off the shoulder white t shirt. She tossled her hair a bit before hearing the doobell as she finished touching up her make up before grabbing her purse and opening the door. She smiled brightly before pulling Cillian in for a hug. "Hi!" she let go finally as she closed the door locking it behind her.

Cillian: Cillian couldn't wait to see Annabelle. There was something about her that always made him feel at ease. A simple smile, a knowing "Oh Cillian," or a pat of the shoulder could bring him back into perspective. He slipped on dark jeans, a white t shirt, and propped up his black, thick raybans on his puff of dark brown hair. After knocking on her door, Cillian waited, tapping his foot to distract himself. When she opened the door, Cillian broke out into a sort of shy smile, moving into her welcoming hug. "Hello, love." he chuckled, hand pressed against the middle of her back before she let go. "You look lovely." he commented, giving her a quick glance over as she locked the door. "I'll drive us to the nearest pub." Cillian offered her his arm, gesturing to his black car with his head.

Annabelle: She couldnt help but feel the little butterflies in her stomach this always happened since the first day on set when she knew she would be working with him. Still do this day she couldnt stop them. She slipped her arm around his as they walked back before glancing off to the distance. "You really just want to get me stupid drunk so i can start singing stupid songs and make you laugh to you cry huh?" she laughed as she gave him a light nudge.

Cillian: Cillian was softening up already. Annabelle always had a warming effect on him, even when they were still getting to know one another. "I'd love to hear you sing. You have a beautiful voice." he reminded her, opening her door for her before going around the car and getting into the driver's seat. "I'm going to be laughing, no crying allowed. This isn't a sad pub night, my love." Cillian winked, backing out and getting on the road. "So, how much did you miss me? Tell me all about it." he teased her.

Annabelle: She got in as she immediately messed with the radio, she didnt know why but it was something she loved doing when she got into a friends car as she buckled up. "You say that now but just wait, im not sure if you have heard me drunk sing before but i feel like this adventure is slowly becoming a pub crawl." she laughed looking in his direction. " Mmmm not as much as i thought, i mean i figured i would be crying your name in my sleep but i havnt so far." she teased back.

Cillian: "I'm ready for your drunken singing!" he exclaimed, taking a turn. "Nothing wrong with pub crawls, love, but I'll be sure to make it a real adventure." he promised. "Not used to women /crying/ my name..." he cut himself off with a smirk, shaking his head and preparing for a slap on the shoulder. Cillian couldn't help himself, she had set it up so perfectly.

Annabelle: She shook her head as she looked out the window in front of them. "Yeah if you dont i will drag you along with me till i get some adventure!" she spoke before feeling her face go red as she slowly turened to him before putting her face in her hands. "Oh my God CIllian!" she couldnt help but laugh. "Okay im just gonna open the door and end it here." she laughed. "Oh god i hate you." she spoke smacking his arm.

Cillian: Cillian rolled his eyes at her fondly. "Oh, I know how stubborn you are. Won't give up until you bloody get what you want." Cillian glanced over to catch her blushing cheeks, grinning with pride at his ability to do that. "You've faked sex with me, darling. You should know," he continued, "you don't hate me, you adore me, and you think that what I just said is funny!"

Annabelle: "Very true, im glad you listen also probably why you will never get rid of me." she gave him a smile as she shook her head. "You are the death of me, you know that? But we both know if those scenes were real it would be the other way around." she had to redeem herself. "I dont adore you, i tolorate you.A big big difference." She laughed looking at him.

Cillian: "I wouldn't dare get rid of you. I think you're the only woman, besides my own mother, that puts up with me so well." Cillian pulled into a parking spot, placing the car in park as she made the second comment. His eyebrow shot up, his eyes cutting over to her. "If those scenes were real, you think I'd be...oh, love, you have no idea who you're talking to." he chuckled, getting out of his seat and walking over to her, helping her out of the car. "Follow me into the club, Ms. Annabelle?"

Annabelle: "My life would be too dull with out you so i gotta put up with you." she winked giving him a hard time. She shook her head reaching for his hand as she got out of the car following him in. She looked around as the vibe was very firmilar she had come here once or twice before but never with him as she nudged him to a spot for two. "Are we going in easy or full force?" she spoke looking up at him.

Cillian: "Very true. Your life would be miserable!" he played along, taking her hand and keeping it as they walked in, knowing how rowdy some men could get starting at this hour. Cillian was protective of those he cared about, even if it was doing something little like this. "Hm, I'll leave it up to you, Belle. What would you like to do."

Annabelle: "Order me whatever you think i would like i wanna try different things tonight, live a little." she smirked patting his hand."Im gonna run to the ladies room while you order up." she smiled letting go of his hand as she walked away, she could hear the whistles and smart remarks as she looked over her shoulder to Cillian. She didnt care about any of it honestly. When it was just them two she forgot the world. As she entered she looked into the mirror fixing everything making sure she still looked presentable. After a few moments she walked back out seeing the handsome devil himself as she smiled to herself. She took a seat grabbing the drink as she sipped it. "Bloody hell, that is um something." she spoke the sour look on her face. "You know what?" she spoke looking at him dead in the eyes, waitng for his response.

Cillian: Cillian watched her as she walked off, his own cheeks turning a bit red at the whistles thrown her way. Why were men so disgusting towards women? It was degrading. It also made Cillian sick with worry. After she entered the bathroom, Cillian sparked a conversation with the lad next to him as he ordered drinks. When she came back, he laughed as she took a drink. "Sweetheart, that's his drink." He pointed to the land next to him, taking the drink and sliding it to the man. "I got us Guinesses, babe." He handed her the real drink. "No, I don't know what. Tell me, what."

Annabelle: Annabelle felt embarrassed as she held her breath. "I am so sorry!" she spoke as she looked at Cillian. "Im gonna get us killed i know it." she laughed a little taking the acutal drink as she sipped on it before approving. "Much better." she laughed as she looked at him.  "You know if we were in another life i would of dated you, and we would of gotten married after a year because i would of known from the start that i was gonna marry you, and we would have three kids, two boys and a little girl, because she would be daddys girl no doubt. In a house in Ireland, because thats close to your home and i know how much you like home and for me its not problem because where you are i am home."she spoke taking another drink. "Yep night hasnt even started and im already crazy." she laughed. "So tell me about that precious kid of yours? " she asked her head laying in her hand.

Cillian: "You're already ruffling feathers, darling." He chuckled, pulling her close as he sipped his drink. The way the men were looking at her made him uncomfortable. As he listened to her, he couldn't help but smile at the thought. His eyebrow was raised slightly, his thoughts following along with her story. It was a nice thought, a beautiful thought, the two of them whisking off to Ireland to have a family. "Not crazy. It's...well, you'd be a beautiful wife." He grinned. "Smart, accomplished, dedicated, wordly. If I had met

Cillian: you sooner, I think we would be married by now." He gulped down his drink at the brutal honesty. "My son and Tom, I'm assuming? They're both great." He laughed. "My son is at futball camp."

Annabelle: She raised an eyebrow as she listened to him. She drew circles on his hand as she contnued to listen.  "Ive already married you once, and i got killed so i would hope a second chance i would actually get to enjoy it."She laughed her eyes looking in his. "You are not so shabby youself. " she laughed. "Oh dear Tommy, he is a character i say, no wonder you two put up with each other for so long.  "How is he enoying futball camp? Does he miss home yet? Are you two going on holiday when he comes back?"

Cillian: "I know it's three times the charm, but maybe for us it's twice." He smiled, wrapping one arm around her waist as he ordered another beer. "Nursing your drink, Wallis?" He teased. "

Cillian: Tommy is a character, but I love him, I do." Tom really was his best friend. He was never going to lose that friendship. "He loves it. He wants to be a soccer star, American style. He doesn't miss home because he is having so much fun, which is good, but I miss him. I want to take him on holiday, but his school starts so close that I don't want to mess him up, you know?"

Annabelle: She scooted in closer to him as she looked at her drink. "2 is one of my favoirte numbers only because sometimes the underdog takes the win." she spoke."Hush you, i can handle my own beer, i just wanna drag this night out as long as possible." she winked bringing his free hand up to hers as she played around. "Im a good beer pong partner ill have you know. Jared taught me all i need to know." she spoke mentioning her best friend. "Awe bless him, im sure if he has his fathers dedication, he will achieve anything. As for tom well i think he is doing quite well for himself. Im so happy for both of you honestly." she smiled. "I completly understand but hey if you ever get to lonely you ACTUALLY have a key to my place so you are no bother what so ever." she smiled.

Cillian: "Are you saying I'm the underdog in this scenario?" He gasped, faking shock just to mess with her. Normally, Cillian wouldn't entertain this sort of conversation, but he couldn't stop himself with her. "Drag this night out? Looks like someone really wants to spend time with me, hm? I won't name names, don't worry." he winked, his throat warmed by the beer. "If Jared taught you, then you probably are good, I'll need you for any beer pong teams I may find myself in." Cillian said. "Thank you, that's so kind of you to say. You're the sweetest, Belle." he cheered. "I'm going to come crash at your place all the time then. If I've got the key, why not use it?"

Annabelle: "Ofcourse not, your number one." she nudged him joking with him. She knew this would never happen, he probably had his eye on someone else as he should, she was just a tornado and the last thing she needed was destorying her friendship with Cillian. "Why in hell would i wanna spend all night with you, I mean fuck i definatly dont wanna cuddle you up or anything thats just obsured. " she scoffed drinking her beer. "I miss him i need to plan a trip to L.A to visit. Have you been yet?" she asked. "Your more than welcome too love, ill make sure the guest bed is set up." she winked.

Cillian: "I better be number one." Cillian tilted his head to the side, staring at her for a prolonged moment. "You don't? Are...you sure?" he asked, brushing his lips against her ear as he spoke, before pulling back and taking a sip of his drink. "I've been to LA a few times, spend a week or two there before coming here. You should definitely go." he shrugged. "Oh, the guest bed? How fancy."

Annabelle: "In this case you better win." she spoke finishing the rest of her drink it took some doing and nearly 45 mins later but she passed it up as she ordered one more. She froze a bit, he had to have known what he did to her but she wasnt gonna play nice either. She gulped as she looked back at him. She looked him in the eyes her hand gently placed close to his face smoothing over his cheek.  "I defintly dont wanna bring you home, and take you to my nice king size bed, slip your shirt off and trace circles on your chest, thats definatly not whats on my mind Cillian." she smiled pulling back.  "I think i will, did you go see your gilfriend?" she asked studing his face for his answer. She honestly didnt know if he had one or not but this was her way of knowing for sure. "Only the best for you babe, ill make sure to tuck you in."

Cillian: "I'll play my hardest, then." he replied back, watching her finally finish her drink. He wanted to let out a laugh, but figured he would want to time those more appropriately. Licking the rim of his cup, so the beer wouldn't drip out, Cillian watched for her reaction, only to be caught off guard as she pressed her hand against his cheek. "You don't? Well, then I guess I don't want you to do that to me. I wouldn't want you to bring me home so I could hold you against my chest. Definitely not." At her next statement, he almost choked. "I would have, if I had a girlfriend." Now he laughed, the thought ridiculous. "Bless you, you're a fucking angel."

Annabelle: "Thats all i can ask." she smiled clearing her throat. As the bartender brought back the drink she took a long sip licking the foam off her lip. "Good cause i wouldnt want any of that." she paused as her hand made it to the back of his head as she leaned forward kissing the top of his head." Excuse me im gonna go play a song." she smiled as she got up her hand slipping off his chest before looking at the juke box trying to find something, When she did she walked back taking her seat.  She only nodded. "My horns keep my halo up." she bursted into laughter as she ordered two shots. " We are going big Cillian can you handle it?" she questioned.

Cillian: Cillian rolled his eyes as she kissed the top of his head, catching on to her little game. "I'm sure you'd want none of it." he finally replied back to her, taking a deep breath as she walked away to play a song. He pressed his lips together as he waited for her return, only to hear her order two shots. "Oh, I'm plenty ready." he scoffed. "I think the real question is...can you handle it?"

Annabelle: "I dont think i can, but we are gonna see anyways, im a terrible light weight!

Annabelle: She handed the drink over to him as she counted to three before cheering. "What did you think?"

Cillian: Cillian took the shot at her go, swallowing the hard liquid. It wasn't the best taste, but he swallowed it with ease. "Not the best. But, if this will do the trick, then why not?" he ordered them a different shot this time, smirking as he handed her the shot before taking his second.

Annabelle: Annabelle was a super light weight and to make things worse one shot and she was done but two you were asking for party annabelle. After dowing the shot she shook her head before grabbing the other one. "I hope this one is much better, cause i cant pick for shit." she laughed taking the second one before looking at Cillian. "Do we dare do a third?"

Cillian: He couldn't help but laugh at her loosening up after her shot. The second was a doozy too, and he knew he needed to cut her off. "One more, then we're done. I'm worried you can't handle it." he patted her head, before getting their last round of shots, taking hers and placing it against her lips playfully.

Annabelle: She took a deep breath preparing herself before laughing as she waited for him to tilt the cup back. "whooo man. I want to dance can we dance?" she asked pleading him.

Cillian: Cillian tipped back the cup before he took his last shot, then held his hand out for her. "If you want to dance, we'll dance."

Annabelle: She smiled taking his hand as she pulled him to the dance floor, luckily a slower song came on as she held onto him swaying back and forth.  She looked up at him as she whispered in his ear. "I hope you know i havnt forgotten about our adventure." she smiled.

Cillian: Cillian could have laughed once again at the slow song, but instead, he followed her lead. He wrapped his arms around her, swaying to the rhythm of the song. "I haven't forgotten." he assured her. "What have you got in mind?"

Annabelle: "The next bar we go to we have to use fake names, I know cheesey but   ive always wnated to do that, go on a date as two completly different people." she looked practcally feeling his eyes roll.

Cillian: "That's what you want? A new identity?" he thought about it for a moment. "Hell, why not." he concluded. "When would you like to leavE?"

Annabelle: "lets leave now!" she grabbed his hand as she pulled some cash from her purse handing it to the bar man before taking Cillian again. She knew he would throw a fit but she figured if she would catch him off guard it would be okay.  As the two walked outside she walked to his car waiting for him to open it. "You know what else i want to do, go to a haunted house." she spoke looking at him.

Cillian: Cillian was lucky he was a heavy drinker. "Okay, if we drink anymore, it'll need to be at my place. Any more, and I can't drive." he advised her, opening her door before slipping into his own seat. "You..want to go to a haunted house? Don't know if there is one nearby."

Annabelle: "Theres one on garner road! Ive had a few cast mates talk about its abandoned, lets go check it out before your unable to drive and we have to finish up our adventure passed out on the couch." " she spoke buckling up her seat belt laughing

Cillian: "Oh bloody Christ. You want to see an abandoned house?" Cillian was fairly religious, he grew up Catholic. He wasn't one to dance with the devil. "If that is really what you want." he gave in, turning the car on and driving.

Annabelle: "Im not gonna make you do something you dont want to." she spoke taking his hand. "you can take us to the next bar and i can bethal ." she laughed shaking her head.

Cillian: "Is this really what you want to do? To see an abandoned house?" he asked. "I'd be willing to go there. Go in? Probably not. But we can drive there and look around."

Annabelle: "I really do but im not gonna make you go in with me if you are scared. I can do it any other time. Lets just go to the other pub!" she smiled at him reasuring him she was okay with not going.

Cillian: "No, I promised you an adventure. You'll get one." He looked around, found Garner road, and took a turn. "Point the house out to me."

Annabelle: She wasnt sure if it was the alchol taking over her because she was more excited than scared but that all changed when she saw the beaten down house as Cillian drove up to it. "Fuck right there." she pointed. She took a deep breath as he pulled in, before looking over at him. "Okay if im not back in 15 mins just know i love you okay." she took another breath as she grabbed her phone openeing the door before walking off.

Cillian: Cillian didn't feel right about her walking off by herself. Against his better judgment, he scrambled out of the car. "Annabelle, come on." he jogged up to her. "You can't go in alone."

Annabelle: "Im not denying your way into heaven, go back in the car, ill be fine!" she nudged him.

Cillian: "You're drunk and being super weird." he chuckled. "Why don't you just look? Don't go inside."

Annabelle: "Im going inside you can come or not."she looked at him letting his arm go before walking through the door she used her phone as a flashlight trying to look around before seeing something move. "Ahhhh" she screamed jumping back as she fell to the floor. Once she got back up she notice it was just a cat . "Oh my god im gonna die." she whispered to herself.

Cillian: Cillian rubbed his head as she went inside. Why was she so insistent on this? When he heard her scream, he rushed inside, finding her getting up. "What's going on? What happened?" he asked breathlessly. "Annabelle."

Annabelle: "Yeah no im fine come on lets go." she spoke leading him outside again back to the car. "that was enough excitment for one night.  "You choose the next place." she spoke looking at the house than back at him.

Cillian: Cillian grabbed onto her arm so he could keep her nearby, walking outside with her. "Good choice. Let's go somewhere else." he agreed, nodding his head. "Me? Well, do you want to drink, or?"

Annabelle: "Im down for whatever this night is for fun, so im good with drinking but if you dont wanna drive then we can go back to either yours or my place." she spoke looking at him.

Cillian: Cillian got in the car, turning it on so they could leave that hell hole. He thought for a moment. "Would you like to..come to my place?" he asked.

Annabelle: She was still catching her breath before placing her hands up. "To Cillians place!" she yelled a bit. " Okay that was loud im sorry love, those shots got me... are you disapointed?" she asked looking at him

Cillian: Cillian happily began driving. "Disappointed? About...what?"

Annabelle: "that im a lightweight?" she frowned.

Cillian: "Oh, no. It's actually very funny." he commented. "You're entertaining."

Annabelle: " I can be, also what is in your fridge I need bread and beer." she asked.

Cillian: "I have...both. Why bread?" he couldn't help but ask. "That's probably not your best bet."

Annabelle: "I need something to soak up this or else im gonna attack you and we can not have that no sir." she spoke . "Wait why not?"

Cillian: "Attack me? I mean, that would mean two different things." he pointed out. "Bread isn't the best soaking mechanism. I'd found that nuts really do work. And pasta."

Annabelle: "The bad way Cil the bad way." she laughed as she twirled around one of her strands of hair. "Do you have either of those?" shestoped herself shaking her head. "Dont even answer that

Cillian: "The bad way? Hm, fine." Cillian huffed. "I have both of those...why didn't you want me to answeR?"

Annabelle: "Dont huff at me. "she joked. "I figured you would use this as another way to get me with a joke." she looked at him.

Cillian: "If I had stopped at nuts, yes. Pasta? Nope. Can't do anything with that."

Annabelle: "Just drive , before i walk myself into any more puns."

Cillian: "I'm driving, Christ." he rolled his eyes, before finally pulling into his driveway. Getting out of the car, he once again went over to her door and opened it for her.

Annabelle: She didnt know why but picking on him was another hobby of hers as she got out following him to the house. She imideatly went to the fridge grabbing two beers before popping them open as she handed him one. ""So thoughts on the  night so far??" she asked leaning agaisnt the counter.

Cillian: Cillian ran his hand threw his hair as they entered his home. Knowing she'd go straight to the fridge for beer, he settled into a bar seat, elbows digging into the little island in his kitchen. "Exciting. Company is a drag though." he teased, winking at her.

Annabelle: She sat next to him as she took a drink setting it down. "You are such a ass you know that?"

Cillian: "Am I? Must not be too bad if you're still here with me." he paused. "You did talk about what your life would be like married to me, so you must like asses."

Annabelle: She looked at the bottle and back at him. " I did didnt i? NO different than being married to thomas shelby just letting you know im not taking no shit either." she laughed.

Cillian: "You did. Well, I'm not too much like Tommy. I'm...not a PTSD ridden World War 1 veteran." he started off. "I'm not cruel and sometimes heartless. I'm a normal lad."

Annabelle: " A normal lad with a big heart a cute kid, beautiful blue eyes a hug that never makes you want to let go." she spoke before reazling she was rambling. "Whoops sorry rambling here."

Cillian: Cillian's lips parted, jaw slightly slack in surprise at her words. "Well, thank you. You...humble me, you really do." he smiled, taking a beer finally. He took a big gulp.

Annabelle: She tucked her hair back as she looked off. "Do you want to watch a movie?"

Cillian: "Sure. Go scroll Netflix and pick what you want." He stood up and handed her a remote. "I'll get some nuts for you."

Annabelle: "Your such a doll." she rolled her eyes as she got up heading into the living room. She removed her shoes crawling into the couch as she grabbed the throw over the couch wrapping herself up before scrolling through the options.  She decided to go with a comedy as she waited for Cillian to get back.

Cillian: Cillian grabbed a bowl and poured some almonds inside. He walked over to the couch, slipping off his shoes, and planted himself next to her. "Here," he handed her the bowl. "Enjoy."

Annabelle: "Thank you love." she grabbed the bowl placing it in her lap as she pressed play. "This one looks funny, so lets hope!" she spoke looking at him before reaching over to put the remote on the table.

Cillian: Cillian settled into the couch silently, eyes glued on the TV in anticipation for her pick. It was nice, having this alone time with her. Cillian enjoyed peaceful moments like this.

Annabelle: She took a few almonds as she popped them in her mouth before finishing up and placing them back on the table. Slowly she decided she would just go for it as she laid her head on his shoulder. "Is this okay? she asked looking at him.

Cillian: Cillian could hear her pick up a few almonds, smiling to himself because he had convinced her to eat them. It felt like a victory. He felt her head  on his shoulder, taking in a deep breath. "It's fine." he assured her, patting her hand gently. "You know I don't mind."

Annabelle: She nuzzled in before focosing on the show. It actually ended up being a pretty good night, a night she needed. And the fact that Cillian spent it with her made her even more happy.

Cillian: Cillian readjusted her so his arm was hanging around her shoulder. His back relaxed into the plush of the couch, he closed his eyes for a moment. "Did you mean it? What you said about your other life where you'd marry me?"

Annabelle: She blinked a few times  before looking up at him as she took a deep breath. She never spoken her feelings for him, not in a serious term where it was just them two, and she was serious about it. "I really would, idk what it is about you but i just feel so at ease so happy. I didnt get that kind of happiness with Chris. And believe me i was happy i really was but with you even just hanging out on set going over lines and idk. I know we dont have a chance in this life but i just cant help but wonder what if  we did meet sooner you know?" she spoke.

Cillian: Cillian swallowed hard. "I wonder about that too. I mean, look at me now. Divorced. One child, a child I love with my entire heart and would die for. But you know.. I wanted at least two." he sighed. "You're great, annabelle. Too great. You deserve an amazing man."

Annabelle: She held her breath befoe choosing her words. "Cillian i wish you could see how great you are you tuly are. I really dont understand why you dont see how truly amazing you are." she huffed a bit.

Cillian: "Don't take me too seriously. It's just one of those things you accept in life." He ran his fingers up and down her upper arm, finding a soothing rhythm.

Annabelle: She lightly giggled leaning closer into his body as she looked at his arm. "Well if you ever do decide to take a chance on my than you know where ill be and you obviously know my answer. However we all have flaws, but its just a matter of who you dont mind seeing them as well." she spoke tracing a freckle on his arm.

Cillian: Cillian furrowed his brows. "Wait, are you serious? You're saying...you would be with me? Like, dating and all that shit?" God, they must be drunk. "Anna, be careful."

Annabelle: She leaned back as she was looking the older male  over. " Well i assume that is what one does before they get married. " she looked at his hand than back at him. She took another breath. "I really like you Cillian not in the brother sister  good freind kinda way in the i really want to kiss you right now kinda way. I have for so long. But i know that you musten feel the same but  yes to answer your question i would. I really would."

Cillian: Cillian scratched his head for a moment. "This is a lot. We've been drinking, this isn't a conversation we could be having. Too many...other factors involved." Like her recent breakup with Chris, which could possibly cause her to act out. Could it? There was that, the alcohol, their time apart that made everything much more sensitive. "I want to kiss you too...but I can't. I have too much respect for you to drunkenly do something with you."

Annabelle: She reached for his face as she held it in her hands. "Cillian.. breath. I know what i said, and i will happily tell it to you tomorrow when im sober.  Whether or not you want to here it is another question only you can answer. Im not asking anything of you, i promise im not im just telling you my honest raw thoughts. I broke up with Chris because i knew i had feelings for you but thats not fair to him, i cant be with someone i cant give one hundrend percent of my heart too. I just couldnt." she finally let go as she took her seat back. "Im not asking of anything Cil, i just want you to know and now you do." she spoke softly looing at him.

Cillian: Cillian could hardly process what was going on. He went from being a sad and alone single divorcee throwing himself into his work to...Natalie, Mila, then Richard, and now Annabelle. Annabelle's was the most shocking, though. "Oh Christ...I broke up your relationship?" Here it came. Cillian locked his jaw and looked past her, Catholic guilt filling him to the brim. "Fuck, I'm so sorry. I...wow."

Annabelle: Annabelle shook her head as she got up. "Im sorry ive clearly fucked this all up, please please dont fell bad okay please. Um  Im just gonna go. Im so sorry." she spoke slipping on her shoes as she made her way to the kitchen.

Cillian: "Annabelle, don't be ridiculous." he stood up. "It's late, you've been drinking. Stay here." he grabbed her hands. "Please? Please stay here."

Annabelle: She took a deep breath. "Fine, ill be in the guest room if you need me." she gave him a light smile.

Cillian: "Are you upset? I didn't mean to ruin the evening. Please believe me." he felt ridiculous. "My emotions got the best of me. It's not you, okay? Please."

Annabelle: "Im not upset with you im upset with me, but if i didnt say those things they would of come out eventually. I just wish you would believe me." she looked up at him.

Cillian: "Would you believe me if I said it was all too good to be true?" he asked, smiling softly down at her. "I just...don't want to lose you."

Annabelle: "Darling you cant lose me, im one of those pest who never leaves." she crossed her arms. "So can i ask one question?"

Cillian: Cillian took a deep breath. "You can ask. Who knows if I'll be able to answer."

Annabelle: "Whos the lucky person?" she asked looking at him. "Dont say there isnt one cause i know there is , because when i hear the line i dont wanna lose you, i hear i dont wanna lose you but theres someone else."

Cillian: Cillian rubbed his eyes. "Honestly? You. Mila. Everyone at this fucking point." He placed his hands in his pockets. "It's not about me wanting someone else. It's about having quite a few people express feelings for me and it's overwhelming."

Annabelle: She was a bit shocked as she had just spoken with the girl ealier, now she felt like a total fraud. "Im- uh " she run her fingers through her hair as she walked to the fridge grabbing a water bottle. " she looked at it than at him as she walked closer. "I really dont know what to say to that other than im sorry for adding more stress. And because i care for you so much, im not gonna be selfish, so just forget what i said, there are absoulty no hard feelings we can just pretend this never happened okay?" she took the top off taking  a long gulp.

Cillian: Cillian bit his lip for a moment. Taking a deep breath, he let one hand drop from his pocket. "Come here." he mumbled, extending out his hand.

Annabelle: She wanted to fight him on this but instead her body walked foward with out her. She took his hand letting it lead her to him.

Annabelle: "I mean it, i promise not a word."

Cillian: Cillian pulled her close to him, wrapping his free arm around her. "SShhh. Ssshh, love." he murmured. "Don't."

Annabelle: All she could do was wrap her arms around him burring her head into him thinking what a fool she must be right now.

Cillian: Cillian moved both arms around her now, holding her close to him. He rested his cheek on top of her head, just living the moment while he could. She deserved a better man. Someone unlike him, someone who wasn't damaged goods like he was.

Annabelle: She pulled back slightly as she reached for her water bottle. "Im gonna go to bed, sleep tight love, ill talk to you tomorrow." she smiled as she walked away making her way to the bedroom.

Cillian: "Goodnight." he called, sighing.

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Yes, Professor (Part 2) - Cillian Murphy X Fem!Reader

Warning - smut / oral (f and m receiving) / Daddy Kink / spanking

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Lots of you requested a part 2 to this... And who am I to say no, eh?

Your phone buzzed as you your lecture began. How you'd managed to retain any sense of composure after being fucked over Professor Murphy's desk was beyond you, especially as he'd ripped your panties off before you left and kept them in his pocket. For the last hour you'd sat with your legs as closed as possible, convinced everyone in the lecture hall knew exactly what you'd just done.

And during the whole lecture, that was all you thought about.

What you'd just done.

It wasn't illegal. Nor was it against the rules - he wasn't your superior, he taught a completely different class.

But he was 20 years older than you.

And as much as you enjoyed what happened this afternoon, that made you worry.

Were you a fantasy fuck for him? Had he done this with other students over the years? Were you just another notch on his bedpost?

Leaving the hall after everyone else had gone, heading to your student halls quickly and alone, you didn't open the message until you were safely in the confines of your room, the door closed and locked.

It was his address. Fuck... He was serious? He wanted to see you again? You had to reply now... He'd have two little blue ticks indicating you'd read it...

Fuck he was typing again...

Then it stopped.

Then it started again.

Then it stopped.

The fuck was he writing, a dissertation?

Nothing came through. All that 'typing' and nothing came through. You pondered for a few moments, before typing your own response.

"Answer me honestly?"

"Of course."

"How many others have there been? Before me?"

"Are you asking me how many women I've slept with? Or how many students?"

"Students."

"None."

"Women?" You had no business asking that... Why did you ask that?

"Four."

"I said be honest."

"I lost my virginity at 15 to a local girl I'd been seeing for a while, we broke up when I was 17. I married my wife at 21. We divorced at 27. Had a brief relationship that ended about a year ago. Then you."

"Were they all younger than you?"

"Lila was three months older than me. Kate was two years older. Hannah was ten years older. You are the only one younger."

"You remember their names?"

"Of course, there's only four of them! Do I need to remind you it was you who wanted this? I tried to stop you."

"I know."

"Then why the interrogation? You wanted to fuck, so we fucked. I invite you over for dinner and I feel like I'm getting the Spanish Inquisition?"

"I'm sorry, okay, this isn't something I normally do. Dinner?"

"Funnily enough me either. And yeah, dinner. We eat, we talk, we get to know each other."

"Isn't that what people normally do before they have sex?"

"Normally. Nothing about this situation can be called normal though, can it? Listen if this isn't what you want, then tell me now. If we're playing the 'honesty' game, be honest with me."

You paused. You thought deep about what he'd said.. you had no reason to doubt him. Wasn't he known for being one of the most honest and down to earth people in Hollywood? He was known to have integrity and strong morals...

"I'll see you at 7."

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Knocking Cillian's front door at 6:55pm, you were instantly struck by how 'normal' it was. You'd never know a wealthy, famous actor lived there.. a simple townhouse, with a low maintenance garden, a small driveway..

"Hey," he smiled, inviting you in. He didn't rush you inside like you thought he would. No glances around to check if anyone was watching..

Your eyes cast around your surroundings. Dark green walls with white wood trim, a small side table against one of the walls with an old fashioned candlestick landline telephone, which made you smile. Your mum had one when you were growing up, inherited from her mum before her, it always reminded her of her childhood.

And that uneasy feeling swept through you again.

"Dinner in about ten minutes," he took your coat and hung it on the coat stand by the door, and you slipped your shoes off. His fine hardwood floors looked expensive.. he took your hand and led you down the hallway.

His kitchen was spotless - everything in order, not so much as a dirty mug on the side.

"I may have lied to you earlier," he said, taking out a bottle of wine and two glasses. Your back stiffened - here it comes...

"It's five. I've had sex with five people. I may or may not have hooked up with a costar filming Inception after my marriage ended. I also may have been absolutely shit-faced and can't remember a thing so I tend to not count it," he laughed, pouring two glasses. You relaxed again, exhaling and laughing with him.

"I'm sorry.. about all that."

"No I get it. It's a massive cliche, isn't it? The whole teacher/student trope."

"Is it a fantasy of yours?"

"No. Never has been. I'm not into you because you're a student y/n. I'm into you because you're you."

"Okay.. and I'm not into you because you're a professor."

"Liar."

You looked at him, stunned.

"Now, it might not be the only reason you're into me, but it's a factor," he approached you with the wine and placed it on the table in front of you. Moving closer again, he stroked over your arms, his eyes devouring every inch of your skin that he could see.

Ever closer again, he began to back you up against the wall. You could almost feel your heart beating through your chest, the blood rushing to your head.

"What was it you called me this afternoon..?" Cillian's body was pressed against yours now, you were pinned between him and the wall. His knees parting your legs as he slotted his frame between them.

"Cillian..."

"Say it, y/n.."

"Daddy..."

A low growl left his chest as he brushed his lips over your jawline. You felt the rush between your legs now, along with his groin, but you were left longing as he pulled away from you and went back to the stove, stirring whatever it was he'd cooked up in the pot as if nothing had happened. You took a deep breath, understanding his game, and sat down at the table, taking a large gulp of the wine to steady yourself. He continued to ignore you, and focused on his task at hand - occasionally sipping his own wine as he stirred, added things, checked the oven..

After nearly ten minutes, he placed an empty plate in front of you. Bowls and serving tongs/spoons were placed along the centre of the table - chilli, rice, potato wedges, salad, garlic bread.. the man had created a feast.

"I hope you like it hot y/n," he smirked, sitting opposite you and offering you first helpings. You raised your eyebrows at him, and served portions of each item onto your plate.

"How hot are we talking, sir?" You saw him shift in his seat a little, but his icy stare remained unflinched.

"Only one way to find out."

You talked while you ate. He opened up about why he left Hollywood behind - unable to cope with the fame side of things any more, he had always felt uncomfortable with it. Even more so after his marriage ended and the papers accused him of cheating with costars. His ex wife had to go public to dispel the rumours. She was someone he still considered a close friend - they simply grew apart.

You found yourself talking about your ex - the only boyfriend you'd had. Ryan was at your university, studying Psychology. And it wasn't nearly as amicable as Cillian and his ex wife. He had been paired up with Sarah, a girl in his class, to work on a project, however he spent most of their study sessions learning more about physicality than psychology.

He listened intently on everything you said. His focus was totally on you. No distractions, no interruptions, just listened as you told him more about yourself than you had shared with anyone. Ever. He was so easy to talk to, so easy to communicate with. And those eyes were staring right into your soul.

The meal was finished, Cillian cleared the plates, forbidding you from helping and banishing you to the living room with another bottle of wine. You sat on the plush sofa and music suddenly filled the room from somewhere. Soft jazz tones, gentle sounds of an electric guitar..

Cillian came through a few minutes later, settling on the sofa next to you as he clinked his glass with yours.

"Bluetooth speaker connected to my phone," he chuckled as you gave him a questioning look.

"Very high tech," you smiled, crossing your legs and leaning back against the cushions. The dress you were wearing hitching up your thighs. Intentionally.

His eyes glanced down at your exposed skin, and you swore there was a flash of lust across them. He put his glass down and took yours from you.

"I hope you didn't have any other plans for tonight?" he said, suddenly on his knees in front of you. His hands parted your legs, clearly decided to skip on any more small talk.

You shook your head as his hands stroked over your thighs, opening you up and sliding your up to your waist. His lips chased an invisible trail over the flesh, edging closer to where you needed him. Your hips grinding over the sofa cushions, desperate to feel him.

"Patience is a virtue.." he whispered, before biting the inside of your thigh, groaning as you flinched and cried out his name. Your hands in his hair trying to drag him further up your legs.

He snapped his head back and pinned your hands by your waist - his eyes darkened and your core clenched hard. Once again, the quiet, shy Mr Murphy had let out the inner Dr Hyde lying dormant in his system, and fuck, did it turn you on.

"Keep your hands to yourself, or I'll tie them behind your back."

"Cillian, please..."

"Now now, that's not what you called me this afternoon is it?"

"Please..." Your pussy was throbbing now, you could feel the dampness in your panties as his mouth hovered over them.

"Smells so sweet.. I bet you taste even better."

"Cill..."

"Say it, y/n."

"Daddy please, fuck me!"

He chuckled, a dark chuckle that could have made you cum on the spot. His hands released yours briefly, removing your underwear. Sliding your dress over your head, you lay completely bare in front of him on the sofa.

"No bra."

"No point," you shrugged. Your chest wasn't huge - but he wasn't complaining as he cupped each breast in his hands and squeezed them.

"They're perfect."

He lifted your legs over his shoulders. His arms under your thighs pinned your hands back down on the sofa as his tongue slid over your folds slowly.

You had no expectations - Ryan wasn't exactly good when it came to intimacy, but your reservations disappeared as his tongue found your clit, taking the swollen bud into his mouth as he sucked at it lightly. Rolling his tongue around it in small little circles.

Your back arched, and you fought against his hands to try and grab at him, but he held firm. His mouth attacking your most intimate parts with gusto, sending stars into your vision.

"Jesus... Oh fuck..." Your hips rocked against his face, desperate for more, which he was only to happy to deliver. His teeth scraped over your clit a few times, before his tongue returned - you back arched as you felt your orgasm build.

How long had he been down there? God knows but he had some serious stamina. He didn't relent once. Eating you like you were his last meal, devouring every inch of your soaked pussy. The sounds of him groaning against your mound were intoxicating, the feeling of being restrained was adding to the intensity.

"Fuck.. I'm close..." You gasped, and desperately fought to stop your thighs clamping around his head as you started to come undone.

With a cry of his name, you came over his lips. A gush of warm fluid leaving your walls, sliding down his chin as he lapped at you, tasting the very essence of you. He laughed as you writhed under him, pulling your hips back before the sensation became too much.

His chin was soaked, his blue eyes were still as dark as they were before his attack - maybe darker.

"I could spend an entire day just eating your pussy, y/n," he grinned, moving over your body and kissing your lips - you tasted yourself on his, adding to your desire.

"My turn," you grinned.

Cillian moved onto the sofa and pulled his jeans and boxer shorts down, kicking them off, pulling you onto his lap. You swiftly removed his t shirt, quick enough to hear a rip as it left his frame. You grimaced at the sound but he just laughed, pulling your lips back onto his as he bucked his hips up, his hard length stroking your folds.

You hadn't had a look at it earlier, and slowly crawled onto your knees. Now it stood, hard and proud, directly in your line of sight. His hands stroked your hair, your hands stroked over his length - sliding up and down the shaft, smiling at the ooze of precum leaking from the top. His turn to smile as you licked it away, groaning at the salty taste as it hit the back of your throat.

Before he had time to react, your tongue slid up the thick, pulsing vein on the underside of it, his eyes fluttering closed as you did.

"That's it.. put that filthy mouth to good use y/n."

"Yes Daddy..." You smiled before clamping your lips around his cock, relaxing your throat and sinking down.

"Shit..." He gasped, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat easily. A few more slides of your lips had his legs shaking underneath you, his fingers tangled in your loose curls, and hips bucking up into your mouth.

You groaned around his cock, noticing the little spasms in his abdomen when you did. So you did it again. And again.

"Fuck... I can't..."

You pulled your mouth from him and pumped his cock with your hand, nodding your head.

"Yes you can Daddy," you licked your lips and sunk over him again. His hand on the back of your head now pushing you further. Sucking each time you brought your head up had him loudly panting, his chest rising and falling quickly as he fought to hold back.

One more groan...

The sound of his release, the guttural grunt as he came down your throat made your pussy throb. Swallowing it down as his cock pulsed, you watched his face contort - eyes scrunched closed, mouth open.

Releasing his cock from its wet confines with a pop, you rolled the remnants of his cum around with your tongue before swallowing it all down, his eyes now back on yours as he gasped for breath.

"Did I do good, Daddy?" You asked, innocently.

He responded by pulling you back into his lap, straddled over him, and lifting you easily. Carrying you up the stairs, kicking open a door and onto his bed.

"You did good, little one. So fucking good," his lips were on your neck, his semi hard cock grinding against your pussy lips as he rocked his hips into you. For a 45 year old man, he had stamina - his cock at full mast after only a few moments.

"Are you going to fuck me, Daddy?"

"Fuck.. bend over," he knelt back and flipped you over onto your belly, hoisting your ass in the air. Peeling apart your exposed folds, he slid his fingers inside you, feeling how tight your walls were as he stroked inside. Once he found his treasure, he pumped his fingers against it, revelling in watching your hips ride his hand.

The smack of his other hand came as a surprise, and the juices that flowed after made him do it again. Removing his fingers, you felt his cock replace them slowly, easing himself gently in with a passionate moan.

His hand pushed down between your shoulder blades, his other gripped your raised ass as he began to move.

Slow strokes at first, but not for long. The way your pussy gripped him had him thrusting harder. Faster. Your walls clenching over him.

"You wanted Daddy to fuck you again, didn't you?" He grunted as he pounded into you from behind.

"Yes! Fuck yes, harder..."

"Want Daddy to fuck this pussy so hard you'll be feeling me for days, huh?" A slight change of angle...

"Oh god... Fuck... There, don't stop!"

"Cum around my cock y/n, make a mess for me.."

No words left your lips now - you weren't capable. Or coherent. Just mindless and desperate gasps, groans, pants...

"Fuck I can feel it, it's there... Cum y/n, cream over my cock like the little slut that you are!" Another hard slap against your ass had you spiralling, free falling over the edge. Gripping the bedsheets, you came hard. Feeling the gush of your fluids fly through you onto his thighs.

"Want Daddy to cum inside you don't you? Fill you up, claim you.."

"Please! Daddy please..."

He fucked you through another orgasm before you felt his cock spasm, your fingers reached underneath to scratch over his tightening balls between your legs as he emptied his cock into you with a roar, ropes of warm cum flowing through your pussy, spilling over your hand as you squeezed his firm balls.

A few moments of respite, before his softened cock slid out of your hole, and he collapsed on the bed next to you. Pulling your body into his as he wrapped the duvet around you both. You rested your head on his chest and felt his breathing calm, playing with the soft chest hair.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked gently, kissing the top of your head.

"That was an option?" You looked up with a smirk, your eyes sharing the same lust-filled darkness as his as he looked down at you in mock-surprise.

"Duly noted y/n."

[missymurphy1985]

The Mistake - Part 9 (Cillian Murphy X fem!reader)

Warning - childbirth

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"No, I'm not. I'm not. You're wrong, they've got it wrong?!" You began to panic, your heartrate through the roof and your palms sweaty. Tears in your eyes - fear as you remembered the agony you were in, and confusion as to why it suddenly wasn't there anymore.

His lips on your forehead, his hand on your still flat belly between the grey bands around it, calming you before you went into full panic mode. He stroked the side of your face as he spoke, his eyes locked onto yours.

"It'll all be fine, I promise. I'm right here, and I'm not leaving you. We'll get through this together, okay?"

"How are you so calm?"

"You've been asleep for hours y/n, I've had time to process it, but you have to stay calm. The most important thing is you and our baby."

"Our baby..." You burst into tears. You weren't sure whether they were happy tears, in all honesty, you were fucking terrified. Most people have MONTHS to prepare for this...

A doctor came in shortly after to check you over.

"I hear this is a bit of a shock Miss Y/L/N?" He smiled, and you couldn't help but smile back despite your panic. He was calming. His voice was gentle.

"How?"

"It's rare, but it can happen. Baby's lying close to your spine, and the placenta is directly under your belly, cushioning any kicks."

"I did a test, it was negative?!"

"False negatives are common too."

"Why has the pain stopped?"

"They gave you strong pain relief when you came through here, as soon as they realised what was happening and you fell asleep. You were delirious y/n, screaming..." Cillian explained, his voice breaking. The doctor asked to examine you, which you consented to, and you felt your legs be lifted into stirrups as he set himself up between them.

Cillian held your hand as you gasped at the sudden intrusion, kissing the back of it and keeping his eyes locked on yours as he spoke gently to you with fresh tears in his eyes.

"I thought you were dying, y/n, I thought I was going to lose you..."

You felt a sudden tightening across your stomach, stopping you being able to respond, as you squeezed his hand and grimaced.

"4cm - pethidine is wearing off from the looks of it too. I'll top that up for you, but this baby is in no hurry. Mr Murphy, if you need to collect anything from home, now's a good time to do it?"

You gave Cillian a list of things you wanted, and a list of people to call, and he reluctantly left you. A kind midwife came through to keep you company, bringing a big inflatable ball thing for you to bounce on. This all felt so surreal... So bizarre... But your fear was subsiding. What choice did you have?

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You had the gas and air tube in your mouth, leaning over the bed, groaning every few minutes as another contraction burned through you. Cillian had you moved to the Private section of the hospital on his healthcare account so you had complete privacy from prying eyes and potential gossips on the main maternity ward.

Bit of a newsflash, that would be...

A few moments after your last contraction, you heard the door open and Cillian returned, carrying two teddy bears - one pink, one blue.

"I didn't know which colour to get!" He laughed, immediately stopping when he saw how much discomfort you were in. The midwife took the items from him and told him to rub your back, keep you calm.

"Is everything okay?" He asked her, standing behind you, his hands rubbing over your lower back as you breathed in the gas and air, groaning as another pain washed over you.

"I examined her about half an hour ago, we're at 7cm now. It's going perfectly," she smiled.

"This really fucking hurts, Cill!"

"I know baby, I know. I'm here now, yeah? You're gonna be amazing, you're the strongest woman I know." You needed to be lying down, the pressure between your legs was too much. He helped you to lay on the bed, and your midwife helped to lift your legs into the stirrups to examine you while he held your shaking hands.

"Are you comfortable here or do you want to try a different position for pushing?"

"Pushing??" You could feel yourself start to panic again.

"How else do you think - "

"Cillian, I'd strongly advise against finishing that sentence..."

"Listen, If I could do this for you, I would, you know that. And I know you're scared and it hurts, but we're nearly there now yeah?"

You couldn't lie on your back, it was way too uncomfortable. You tried a few different positions, before setting on your knees, your chest against the headrest of the bed. Cillian positioned the other side of it, as you clung to his shoulders. You suddenly felt a pressure, and a desperate need to push out of nowhere...

"Oh fuck... Fuck fuck fuck no, I can't do it..!!!"

"You need to push, y/n, baby's coming right now, chin to your chest and push!"

You screamed, teeth gritted, hands squeezing Cillian's shoulders as you felt your pelvis feel like it was being split in two.

Constant words of encouragement from him, but you genuinely wanted to slice his smug, pain free, pretty little face off. Immediately feeling guilty but not guilty enough to not still wanna do it.

He saw your eyes flash at him and quickly shut up.

He stayed silent through the following pushes, simply holding you. You didn't need him to do any more than that. You didn't need to be mollycoddled and told you were strong... You just needed him to hold you.

You were safe as long as he was holding you.

"Pant, now, until I tell you to push again - understand y/n?" You nodded, and panted, short little breaths, eyes closed, trying to focus on his skin on yours, you noticed he was panting with you.

"Oh god, not again, no no no...."

"PUSH Y/n, come on, bear down!"

Agony. Even with the pethidine you'd had a few hours ago, you felt everything. Every burn, every tightening. Everything.

You could feel yourself losing control of your own body, it's like you were a passenger in it, rather than an active participant. It was working on its own, pushing your baby out of your body. Which was difficult enough to get your head around without the constant feeling of being cut in half. Vertically and horizontally.

"You're nearly there y/n, I need a big push now and your baby's here!"

You closed your eyes, felt Cillian's kiss on your forehead, and bore down harder than you had so far, and for as long as you could, desperate for this to be over, a loud scream leaving your body at the same time your baby did.

A few moments went by, and a sound erupted that suddenly made you freeze in pure shock. A piercing wail... You and Cillian locked eyes, neither of you quite believing what you were hearing.

Shit just got very real... That was a baby. A real baby.

Your baby.

You slowly turned to lie back on the bed gently, Cillian moving to the side of you as the midwife handed him a pair of scissors, pointing out the clamped section of cord for him to cut.

And there it was. Placed on your chest, nuzzling into your skin, searching for your breast to feed...

Your son.