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Best Aid - Part Eight

Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Summary: you are a young doctor in Birmingham. After a crazy incident, Thomas Shelby shows up at your hospital. You don’t know much about the man everyone seems to fear, but you definitely will.

Warning: swearing, mention of torture and panick attack

A/N: Comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot.

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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On your next shift, the first thing you did when you arrived at the hospital was go straight to John Doe's room to see if he was still there.

To your surprise, yes, he was still there.

He had already undergone jaw surgery the day before, and to an even greater surprise, he was awake. He stared at the room's window as if he was hypnotized.

"Hi," you said, entering the room. "Good to see you awake," you smiled.

He shifted his attention from the window to you but didn't say anything. Well, he couldn't speak, as his mouth was paralyzed on the side of the jaw surgery, and it would probably stay that way for a while.

His face was much less swollen and deformed then you had remembered.

You approached him to get the medical record and check the progress of his exams. "My name is Y/N; I was the doctor on duty the night you arrived. Do you feel any pain?" He subtly shook his head, and when you asked if you could examine him, he gave a small nod.

During the examination, you proceeded with caution, aware of the potential trauma he might have experienced. The signs of infection from his blood test had decreased, and the wound appeared to be healing well. Other than that, he was healing well.

After completing the examination, you left the room and returned to the trauma center, where you met with the shift residents and assigned tasks.

You started to overthink why Thomas hadn't stolen your patient, but as you created a thousand questions in your head, you just decided to accept the situation and move on with your day. After all, he did comply with your request.

Continuing your rounds, you attended to other patients.

During a break in the staff lounge, Jeremy joined you with his usual big smile. "Hey girl, how are you?" he asked, taking a seat beside you.

"Hey," you smiled back. "I'm good, you?"

"Great. Doctor says my fiancé has prostatitis," he said, relieved.

"Good, some antibiotics should solve it. Might take a while, though." you smiled

"Yeah... no sex for a while… well, at least it's not cancer," he joked.

"Dodged a bullet, huh?" you chuckled.

"Yes, yes. I was worried," he sighed. "Are you really okay? I didn't see you leave last shift."

You sighed, debating how much to share with Jeremy. "It's been a wild ride, Jer. There's this whole situation with the patient, and then late at night, Thomas showed up. It's like a never-ending rollercoaster with him."

Jeremy's smile faded, replaced by genuine concern. "What?" he asked, leaning in slightly.

"Yeah. And I fucking had a panic attack after he told me he would discharge John Doe. But then... he was so kind, helping me through the panic. I just... I don't know. I'm so confused about everything," you confessed.

"He just showed up and wanted to discharge the unconscious, almost dying man?" he asked, and you nodded.

"And as I argued he couldn't, I suddenly couldn't breathe," you shrugged. "I need a break. I told him I didn't want to see him. He just doesn't care."

Jeremy's expression turned from concern to disbelief. "That's insane. He is insane.”

“Just figuring that out now?” you frowned and sighed “But… At the same time, he brought the man in, and I don’t think he did all that to him. Also, he didn't steal my patient… and he was so so gentle to me.”

Jeremy furrowed his brows. “Okay, listen up, I love you. But you've got to figure out what you want from him, Y/N. It's not healthy to be caught in this constant state of confusion. You either want him or not."

“I don’t,” you blurted out.

“Shut up, you don’t. If you didn’t, what he did or didn��t do wouldn’t bother you,” he said, cutting through your protest with a knowing look.

You sighed, realizing Jeremy might be onto something. The conflicting emotions and the chaos Thomas brought into your life were undeniable, and deep down, you questioned your own motives.

“I just can't make sense of it, Jer. He's this enigma, this complicated man who seems to defy any logic i create,” you confessed, running a hand through your hair.

“People like that can be dangerous to get involved with, Y/N. I don’t want to see you getting hurt. Yes, he’s hot as fuck, might fuck you senselless, but we need boundaries to keep ourselves safe sometimes” Jeremy said, genuine concern etched across his face.

“Yeah I know. I just need time to figure things out,” you replied, your mind still swirling with uncertainty.

“Maybe just fuck him and ghost him” He smiled

“That is definitely not the best option” you chuckled

“Yeah… i just. I want you to get laid. Maybe with someone else. You deserve it. Some dick could make your thoughts clearer” he leaned back as his big smile continued crossing his face

“Yeah, right. As if I have a line of people that want to fuck me”

“Oh girl… you are so oblivious. Let's start with all the male residents! And some nurses… Jesus you have no idea” He said surprised

“I’m gonna go. You forget it, i’m not getting involved with anyone in this hospital” you said

“Okay” he shrugged as you stood up and left

As the day progressed, you found yourself once again immersed in the demanding environment of the hospital.

In the quiet moments between duties, you couldn't help but reflect on Jeremy's words. The need for clarity tugged at you, urging you to confront the feelings you failed to understand.

As you left the hospital that day, the internal conflict within you raged on. Thomas Shelby's presence seemed to evoke a myriad of emotions - confusion, frustration, and an undeniable attraction that left you questioning your own judgment.

When you walked into the lobby of the hotel, you caught sight of Thomas engaged in a serious discussion with his aunt, Polly. The lines on Thomas's face spoke of stress and tension, a departure from his usual composed demeanor.

You stood there, observing from a distance, deciding if you should or not talk to him. Set some things straight. Maybe all you wanted to hear was that he didn’t do anything to the man. Or maybe that he cares about others and that’s the reason he left the man in the hospital care. Or maybe… just maybe… you wanted to hear his husky voice…

As Thomas and Polly concluded their conversation, you observed him preparing to leave the lobby, a sense of urgency evident on his face. Your eyes met, and a shy smile from you prompted a momentary pause, marked by a furrowed brow.

"Can we talk?," you mouthed standind a few feets away from him.

He slightly nodded. Stopping in the middle of the lobby and following you after you started to walk in the direction of the elevators.

As you stepped into the elevator, the atmosphere between you and Thomas was heavy. The air charged with unresolved tension.

The doors closed, enveloping both of you in a temporary cocoon of privacy.

"Alright, Y/N, what's on your mind?" Thomas inquired, his voice low and steady. His posture, rigid yet composed.

You took a deep breath, your gaze fixed on the floor, steeling yourself for the words about to spill out. "I need you to be honest,"

"About?" he replied, his piercing gaze fixed on you.

"The man," you said, meeting his gaze, searching for any hint of emotion in his stoic posture—a true master of the poker face.

"What about him?" His response, delivered with an air of nonchalance

"Did you do that to him?" you pressed

"I already told you that, eh?" he countered, glancing around the elevator as it announced the floor—the floor to your room.

"You didn't," you asserted, the tension escalating with each passing moment.

"Yeah, I didn't do it," he admitted, his eyes meeting yours briefly before the elevator doors opened. You exited first, and he followed, the charged atmosphere trailing into the corridor and eventually into your hotel room.

In the room, you moved with purpose, entering the kitchen to fetch two glasses of water. Placing them on the dining table, you invited him to sit.

"How long will this take?" he inquired, his posture a blend of impatience and reservation.

"Do you have somewhere else to be?" you countered, your eyes locked onto his.

"I do" he answered shortly

"If you want to fix this, take a seat," you added, leaning back and crossing your arms, awaiting his response.

Thomas hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on you, weighing the options. After a pause that seemed to stretch on, he finally relented, his movements fluid yet hesitant as he took a seat at the dining table.

You observed him closely, noting the subtle nuances in his posture.

"Why did you bring him to the hospital if you weren't responsible for what happened to him?" you questioned, your voice steady.

His eyes met yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. "I never said I wasn't responsible. I said I didn't do it," he responded, the words hanging in the space between you like an unspoken challenge.

“Fuck you” you filled your mouth to say those words, and it felt good “What the fuck is that suppossed to mean?”

"He's a friend," he admitted

"Why didn't you just say that from the beginning?" you retorted, frustration evident in your tone.

Thomas's gaze remained steady, a mixture of regret and resolve in his eyes. "There are things that go beyond simple explanations."

"No, no. Some explanations are pretty simple," you shrugged, your frustration simmering beneath the surface.

"Y/N," he began, his Birmingham accent adding a distinct cadence to his words. "If I started spillin' every detail, you'd be tangled in a mess you're better off avoiding. Because then, you would ask me why my friend was like that. And I would have to tell you, since we're bein' honest, that he was kidnapped and tortured for information about me. Because that's what happens to people around me. And you would ask me why, and I tell you, that's business, and me business is a difficult thing to explain" he continued, his voice carrying the weight of a reality that seemed both distant and uncomfortably close.

The room echoed with a heavy silence, the weight of Thomas's revelations settling around you both. You knew exactly what his business was after a few hours googling him, no. A few hours fucking stalking the man.

"I never asked for any of this, Thomas," you finally spoke, your voice a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "I never signed up for a life entangled in your... business."

Thomas leaned back, his eyes fixed on you, acknowledging the truth in your words. "And I never asked you to. But here we are."

"I don't want to end up like your friend," you stated firmly, your voice carrying the weight of your fears and the boundaries you needed to set.

Thomas's eyes, now revealed a hint of regret. "You won't," he replied, his voice softer than before. "I promise."

You sighed, feeling the weight of the situation settling on your shoulders. Taking both hands to your face, you couldn't shake off the stress that had crept into your being.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his usually stoic demeanor giving way to an unexpected tenderness.

"Stressed," you answered

"Aren't we all?" he remarked, a rare hint of vulnerability in his voice.

"Is your life always like this?" you inquired, curiosity peeking.

"No, it has never been like this," he admitted, taking a sip of the water in front of him. "Could be a glass of whisky, eh?" he suggested, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"I don't remember the last time I drank whisky," you confessed.

"Really?" he raised an eyebrow, glancing around the room. "I think there's a bottle somewhere."

"There's a drink cart in the bedroom," you informed him.

After a brief search, he found the cart and walking into the living room with the bottle in hand he looked at you for approval. "One glass?"

"Sure, why not?" you agreed, welcoming the distraction

Thomas poured a modest amount of whisky into two glasses, the amber liquid catching the soft glow of the room. As he handed you a glass, his fingers brushed against yours in a fleeting touch, making your heart race wiht excitement.

As the whisky warmed your insides, Thomas leaned back, the weight of his own burdens evident in the lines of his face. You couldn't help but notice how well he looked, how well dressed he was. If you just saw him crossing the streed, you would never believe that the man in front of you was a fucking gang leader.

The air between you carried a mixture of tension and a strange camaraderie born out of the unexpected intimacy of the moment.

"This is better," Thomas remarked, studying the liquid in his glass after taking a sip.

"You know, this isn't how I imagined our conversation going," you admitted, a wry smile playing on your lips.

Thomas chuckled, the sound rich and resonant. "Nor did I, Y/N."

Ozzy appeared, strolling in from the bedroom and hopping onto the couch, where he promptly settled down for a nap. You couldn't help but smile as you watched him make himself comfortable.

"Do you like cats?" you asked, curious about Thomas's preferences.

"No," he answered bluntly.

"Get out of my room," you joked, eliciting a chuckle from him. "Why not?"

He shrugged. "I just don't."

"Yeah, you look like a dog person."

"I have horses, I don't have a dog."

"Oh, right. Rich people pets," you teased, a playful smile on your face.

Thomas raised an eyebrow at your playful jab. "Horses are not exactly house pets," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Fair point," you conceded, enjoying the banter that seemed to ease the tension. "So, what does Thomas Shelby do for fun? Besides making me insane, of course"

His gaze flickered with a subtle mix of contemplation and amusement. "Fun... hm, let's say I like riding horses, reading, and chess."

"Chess, huh? I bet I can win” you smiled, gaze locked on his

Thomas Shelby leaned back, a mysterious glint in his eyes as he considered your challenge about chess. "You can try," he said, his smirk hinting at a quiet confidence.

The air between you felt lighter. You felt good about it. He could be a good company.

"What happened?" you asked, meeting his gaze. Thomas frowned slightly, not understanding what you meant. "How did a guy that likes horses and plays chess turn my life upside down? making me feel like I couldn't breathe for days? Made me fear my life. At one point I felt so paranoid that i could swear there was someone was following me down the hospital. Because the Thomas in here now... I like this Thomas."

There was a moment of silence, Thomas's gaze held a mixture of contemplation and a touch of vulnerability you failed to see before.

"I already told you I didn't intend for any of this, Y/N," he began, his voice softer than usual “Believe me if you want, I didn't want you to get caught in it. But then, I woke up and you were already involved”

"I know," you admitted, your voice reflecting a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. "But I don't know how to navigate through this. It's like stepping into a world or a war I never knew existed."

He reached across the table, his hand covering yours in a gesture of reassurance that sent a little jolt through you. "Look, I want you to know that I won't leave you alone in the chaos I've brought. Ok?", You nodded

His touch, warm and reassuring, sent a subtle thrill through you, awakening a desire you hadn't fully acknowledged since he walked in here tonight. As your eyes locked with his, an unspoken promise hung in the air, and for a brief moment, you found myself teetering on the edge of exploring something deeper with Thomas Shelby.

you cleared your throat, a nervous habit that betrayed the tumultuous thoughts racing through your mind. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" you managed to inquire, hoping to redirect the conversation and temper the rising anticipation. The effects of the whisky were starting to weave their magic, adding a layer of haziness to your judgment.

"I do," he sighed taking his hand from yours and adjusting his suit. "I enjoyed our talk. Are we in a better place?"

"Yeah, just... don't bring me more near-death guys. Please," you chuckled, the sound echoing in the room.

"And who would I take them to?," he replied, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“I don't know" you shrugged "Government health system is avaible in birmingham"

He chuckled "yes, i have a hospital so that I can send my friends to the public system" he mocked

"Well... can I just ask you to try and be honest? That's all I really need from you. I don't want to fear you”

"Are you sure the truth won't make you do exactly that?,"

"So far it hasn't, the other way around actualy" you answered

"Fine. That's a challenging thing to ask me, but sure. I can try," he agreed.

"Good," you smiled.

"Have a good night, Y/N," he said, starting to stand up. As he rose, something compelled him to lean down, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"You too," you replied, feeling a strange mix of surprise and comfort. As he headed toward the door, you couldn't help but blurt out, "Wait, why didn’t you steal my patient?"

He stopped in his tracks, turning back to face you. "I couldn’t have him die on me, and… I trust you," he explained, his words hanging in the air. It left you with a complex swirl of emotions.

"Can I ask his name?" you inquired.

"Johnny Dogs. He's not registered, by the way. So, keep it as John Doe. If people start asking too many questions, you tell me," he instructed, and you nodded. His gaze holding yours for a moment longer before he walked out.

With a deep sigh, you sank back into your chair, contemplating the unexpected twists of the day.

The Thomas you saw in here now was the same one you welcomed into your home and that version of Thomas was surprisingly good company. That was the Thomas who drew you in, the one you found yourself attracted to. Yet, how could he embody two entirely different personas simultaneously? one you felt like punching and other you felt like kissing...

At least, he trusted you.

The knowledge of his trust provided a welcome boost to your self-esteem. Despite the whirlwind of confusion and complexity, you couldn't deny the comfort in knowing that, in his own enigmatic way, Thomas Shelby trusted in you.

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Ceramic Lessons - Part Eight

Cillian Murphy X Reader - Masterlist

Summary: after much insistence from his sister, Cillian attends a ceramics class with her. To his surprise, he feels a connection to the teacher, you. Will this connection go any further or will it be smashed like a bad ceramic project?

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Warning: swearing, fluff and mention of drugs

A/n: hey guys! please don’t forget to let me know what you think! Hope you like it.

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The next day you woke up with no news from Cillian. But still, the day was sunny and warm, a good day to be alive, to stand up from the bed and go live another day, you thought as you stretched watching the view from your bedroom window.

You got ready to go to your morning jog, enjoying your free time from classes. Not that you don’t like being a teacher. But it’s so good to have some time to yourself.

As you ran you made your way to the beach to admire the people around. The beach was noisy and filled with people and their dogs. You smiled admiring the simple things, the kids laughed as the dog fetched the ball inside the ocean, the little girl running after her mom, the young playing volleyball and a couple nested close together. You breathed in the ocean breeze and continued your race.

After quite some time you returned home and took a relaxing shower.

You jumped on the couch with your notebook and began drawing some piece ideas for your next collection until the intercom buzzed. You made your way to it and pressed the button

“Who 's it?” you asked

“Me, mon amour!” a familiar voice answered

“Bela?!” you asked happily

“Yes, now let your sister in!! I’m sweating as a horse out here” she demanded

You quickly allowed her passage inside the building with the click of another button and in a few seconds she was at your door.

You hugged her tightly “I don't want to let go” you said, your words muffled in her hair.

“I’m afraid you have too because I need to pee asap. Unless you like me too pee on your floor” she joked

“No, I'm good,” you said, unhugging her and letting her inside to rush to the bathroom.

Isabela emerged from the bathroom with a dramatic sigh of relief, and you both settled into the familiar comfort of your living room. She looked around, taking in the sketches scattered on the coffee table.

"Still working on your pottery empire, I see," Isabela teased, settling onto the couch.

You chuckled, joining her. "Always. So, what brings you here? Not that I'm complaining. It's a pleasant surprise."

Isabela flashed a mischievous smile. "Well, my dear, I happen to be in town for a few days. Work-related stuff. And I thought, why not drop by and check on my favorite sister?"

You grinned. "Lucky me."

Isabela shared more details about her recent adventures in Paris, the bustling fashion scene, and the eccentric characters she had encountered in the city of love. As she told you her stories, you fetched her some water and some snacks.

As you listened to her animated stories, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for your sister's accomplishments.

Isabela's vibrant energy filled the room, a stark contrast from you.

Isabela, with her flamboyant personality and penchant for drama, was like a burst of color in a room, drawing attention effortlessly. Her stories of high-fashion escapades and eccentric characters filled the air with an infectious enthusiasm. She possessed an outward, effervescent charm that charmed everyone around her.

You, on the other hand, were the quiet force, absorbing the energy around you and channeling it into your art. Your introspective nature allowed you to delve deep into your creative process, finding inspiration in the subtle nuances of everyday life. But you were not entirely introverted, you are not shy or anything like it. On the contraire, you like being around people and socializing, but maybe after many years in therapy you learned to love yourself to a point where you prefer your company over anyone else’s.

While Isabela sparkled like a firework, you were the steady glow of a candle, radiating warmth and depth.

"But how long are you planning to stay?" you asked randomly as Isabela finished a story about peacocks. You loved your sister, but sometimes she was too much for you, so staying too long with her could be a challenge.

"Jesus. Already kicking me out, sis? I can go stay with mom and dad," she said, her mouth full of peanuts.

"I wasn't kicking you out. I just have to plan," you shrugged.

"Right, I don't know. I think I’ll leave Thursday, so... four days," she counted on her fingers. "Can you house me for four days?"

"Of course," you smiled.

"And how is life here? How are your classes going?" she asked with a gentle glare.

"All good. All are filled. I don't have any more free spots," you shared, your gaze drifting to the sketches scattered on the table. "I've been caught up with my pottery classes, and I must admit I love it. But I’ve been taking some projects aside. I am currently making some pieces for a new hotel."

“Uh, that's fancy! And oh my god, it's incredible to not have any empty spots! I’m so proud,” she declared, making you smile genuinely.Isabela leaned in, genuine curiosity in her eyes. "Tell me more about your life here. Any exciting developments, intriguing characters, or perhaps a dirty romance?"

You chuckled at her dramatic flair. "No dirty romance, Bela.It's not as exciting as your Parisian escapades. Just the usual pottery classes and some interesting students."

She raised an eyebrow. "Interesting students, you say? Anyone caught your eye? A man perhaps?"

“How do you do that?” you asked.

“Do what?” she asked, confused.

“Read between the lines,” you asked curiously. She shrugged and drank her water. “Oooh,” your mouthed, connecting the dots. “Mom told you.”

“She did. Now tell me, how is he? Is he really that nice? Can a Hollywood star be nice?” she shifted on her spot.

“Cillian is great, he’s nice,” you smiled.

“Oh, come on, give me more! Do I have to beg?" she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Fine, fine.. He's down-to-earth, genuine, and surprisingly humble. Fame hasn't gone to his head, as far as i’ve seen. He's been through a lot, dealing with his ex-wife and son, but he's handling it with grace. And he seems like a great dad."

Isabela leaned back, processing the information. "Well, color me impressed, sis. You've managed to snag yourself a celebrity. I can't wait to meet him. But spill the details, sis! What's he like when the cameras are off? How’ve met?"

You leaned in conspiratorially. "He's just like anyone else. We met in class, his sister is my student. she constantly spoke about him, until one day she brought him in. He has gorgeous eyes and smells great. We've had dinner dates, beach dates.. three dates at total. No drama aside from his ex."

“That she is a crazy one, right?” Isabela interrupted with a smirk as you looked at her puzzled. “Oh come on, when mom told me who you were dating, I had to google!”

You frowned at her. “Really, what did you find?”

“Oh god, you never googled him?” she asked, shocked.

“Didn't want to invade his privacy, or know more than I should. I'd rather learn about him from himself.”

She rolled her eyes. “For fuck's sake, that's so you... well, for your knowledge, I didn't find much. He has done an incredible job at keeping his life to himself. BUT, I can't say the same about her. Do you wanna see her Instagram? It's a crazy person’s Instagram,” she said, already picking up her phone and showing it to you.

You hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded, curiosity getting the better of you. Isabela handed you her phone, displaying a colorful and chaotic Instagram profile.

"There she is," Isabela pointed at a picture of Cillian's ex-wife, her feed filled with flashy and attention-grabbing posts. You scrolled through, feeling a mix of surprise and unease.

"Wow, she really puts everything out there, doesn't she?" you commented, slightly taken aback by a seminude picture with ‘DREAM OF ME’ written on her chest.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort seeing such a public display of someone who played a significant role in Cillian's past. You handed Isabela's phone back.

Isabela laughed, "Oh, you have no idea. She's like a whole reality show in one person. her Storys are unique and the captions! ‘you know you want me’ or ‘anybody ready for a good time?’ “ she mocked as she read, making you feel embarrassed for her. “You'd think she's a problematic influencer, not someone's ex-wife… not someone’s mom. I bet in a few months she will create an OnlyFans account"

“For real?”

“Yes, look at her” she showed you the phone again

"Well, she certainly knows how to make a statement," you said, still processing what you had just seen.

Isabela shrugged, her eyes fixed on the screen "Cillian made a wise choice moving on,” she remarked casually, her tone carrying a hint of nonchalance.

You silently agreed, wondering if she was always the same character she seemed to be today.

The conversation sort of ended, and you helped your sister settle into your guest bedroom, all while continuing your discussion.

She had some work to do on her computer, and later that day, you both found yourselves sitting together on the couch, debating over what to eat and what to watch. The various food options displayed on the screen made the decision a tough one.

Just as you were about to settle on a choice, your phone buzzed, and Cillian's name lit up the screen. Isabela's eyes widened with excitement. "Oh, look who it is!” she almost screamed.

A warm smile spread across your face, and you accepted the call. "Hey, you," you greeted.

"Hey there," Cillian's voice echoed through the phone.

"Hi! Perfect timing. We were just trying to decide on dinner," Isabela yelled to your ear, making you quickly stand from the couch and walk inside your bedroom for some privacy.

“Who was that?” Cillian asked after giving a prolonged laugh.

“My sister,” you answered, closing the door and jumping onto your bed.

“Oh, I can call you another time,” he suggested.

“No, it 's ok. How are you?”

“Good, relaxed. Had a good day. You?” he sighed as if he was sitting down.

“Me too. Normal day. My sister surprised me with her visit.”

“You don't sound so happy about that,” he chuckled.

“No, don't get me wrong. I love her so much... but she is too much for my ears to handle all day long. And she is staying until Thursday,” you explained.

“Is she the one that lives in Paris?”

“The one and only.”

“Ah, there is an example of an overrated city,” he teased, his voice carrying a playful tone as he chuckled on the other end of the line. "I'd love to hear more about her. I know from experience that sisters can be quite entertaining"

You chuckled, realizing that your sister's vibrant personality was indeed something to behold. "Oh, she's entertaining, alright. We are about to order in, you can join if you want”

“Oh, y/n. You have no idea how much I would love to, but I have Lukas and we already ate some spaghetti” he said, sounding a bit frustrated.

Cillian's mention of Lukas brought a smile to your face. "Spaghetti sounds good. How is he doing by the way?"

"He 's doing great. Today we went to my brother’s house. He played with his cousins all day, just put him to bed” Cillian replied, the fondness for his son evident in his voice.

“Good. I was worried”

“I can imagine” he sighed and after a few seconds in silence he finally let it out “His mom is using again”

You closed your eyes, not wanting to hear what he just said “I’m so sorry”

“Yeah. Me too. I’ll have to go to court this week” he inhaled and exhaled “I wish i could hold you right now”

“Me too” you smiled “I could make you some hot chocolate, because it warms the heart” you said and he chuckled

“I would love some hot chocolate”

“You could live closer, not almost half an hour” you complained

“I’ll be calling a real estate agent tomorrow to fix that” he said, making you giggle “we should have dinner here. you can meet Lukas”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I want him to meet you”

“And I him”

“Just gotta give him some time. He’s a little upset about not being allowed to see his mom for a while. How about saturday?”

“Saturday is great, but in the meantime you could pass by…”

“We can have lunch anytime you want, Lukas eats at school”

“Tuesday?”

“It’s a date”

“No, my sister will join us, so... not a date…” You chuckled

“Okay, I can't wait to meet her”

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Hiya i dont want to be a bother on a Sunday or any day for that matter, but i was just wondering if you still are writing honor and blood or if you are taking a break from it and if you are take your time i love your writing so much.

Heyy! You’re not bothering me at all! And to answer your question: yes! I'm still writing it. I was on vacation and now that i’m back, i’ll try and upgrade all my stories :)

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Ceramic Lessons - Part Seven

Cillian Murphy X Reader - Masterlist

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Warning: swearing, fluff and mention of drugs

A/n: hey guys! please don’t forget to let me know what you think! Hope you like it.

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"Hey, is everything okay?" you asked as you approached him.

"Oh, yeah," he responded quickly, stealing a glance at you before returning his attention to the screen in his hands.

"Are you sure?" you insisted, placing a comforting hand on his back as you sat next to him.

He gave you a gentle smile and a short sigh escaped his lips. "Yeah, it’s just… It's my ex-wife," he started, a tired tone in his words. "She called me like a hundred times last night. My phone was down here and in silent mode. I didn't see it," he sounded frustrated.

"What happened? Is your son okay?" you asked, concern evident in your voice.

"I don't know," he sighed. "She's not picking up." He shook the phone.

"Did she text you or something?"

"No, nothing" he shook his head.

"Who called just now?"

"Sile. She wanted to know if I was coming to your class today," he chuckled, and you smiled.

"Well, I am sure you have nothing to worry about, huh? She’s got things covered, probably figured things out on her own?" you said, your hand gently running through his soft hair, trying to give him some comfort.

"Yeah, I am not so sure," he replied, locking the screen and tossing the phone to the side.

You frowned and waited for him to elaborate, but he sat there quietly lost in his own thoughts.

"Why?" you asked, adopting a caring tone in your voice, unsure if it was a sore topic for him.

He took a deep breath and locked his blue eyes with yours, silently debating whether to share or not. Your hand continued to leave patterns on his hair and neck, offering support in the best way you could. You could sense the tension in him.

"She is not a very good mother," he shrugged. "Not nowadays, at least."

"What do you mean?"

"You know how I told you my divorce got ugly? How she played Lukas as a joker card in her bargains?" he asked, and you nodded. "Did I tell you what was my breaking point?"

"You told me she cheated," you reminded.

"Yeah, but we stayed together for a few months after that," he sighed frustrated. "How about we make some coffee?" he suggested, and you nodded, following his lead to the kitchen.

As he filled the coffee grounds into the machine, his mind seemed elsewhere. You leaned against the counter, giving him time to collect his thoughts. The aroma of brewing coffee gradually filling the kitchen air.

Walking over to him, after he finished, you kissed his cheek and then his warm lips. His hand held you strongly, hugging you tightly against him.

"You know, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," you said, breaking the kiss.

"I want to; it's just... It's not a nice breakfast topic after such a great night," he explained.

"Being vulnerable is never easy; it has nothing to do with being during breakfast or after a great night," you smiled.

"Right," he smiled back, taking a small deep breath once again. "We went to a lot of parties when we were together. She’s an agent, so we had to, you know, to network. And she ended up having some friends that weren’t such a good influence. When we met, she had some problems with addiction but it was under control for years. She took care of herself. But after some time, she just stopped. I guess it was the people she started hanging out with, the people she started managing… they took her to the wrong path and i denied seeing it. Her actions started to make no sense, and after I realized what was happening, I tried to help. I know she's sick, and everything she was doing was a reflection of that. So, I went with it for a very long time. Allowing her actions to hurt me with no consequences at all. I tried to hospitalize her once, but that wasn’t pretty… so I tried every other possible way… none worked. I mean, they worked for a while but then just stopped. At that point I was a mess. My family was worried about me and constantly told me to just leave her. But I couldn’t, I felt guilty. I couldn’t be the one to destroy Lukas' family… but I just didn’t notice that she was the one doing it. My breaking point was when i found out she did coke in front of Lukas on a normal Tuesday morning as we were getting ready to take him to school”

“Oh my god…” you whispered as you reacted.

“Yeah… and I didn't even know it until he asked me, 'What was mommy sniffing, daddy? Does it smell good? Is it a flower? Did you give her flowers?' Those were his words as we walked out of the house hand in hand to the car. That was the end for me." he said, his voice not hiding the discomfort of the memories

“I'm so, so sorry you had to go through that, Cillian. It must have been tough for you and also for Lukas” you said. You tried your best to fill out the silence, but you didn't really know what to say.

The weight of his revelation hung in the air, and you could feel the gravity of the moment.

He took another deep breath, and you continued to run your fingers through his hair, offering a silent reassurance.

"Yeah, I tried to protect Lukas, you know? Shield him from the chaos inside his mom’s head," he continued, his eyes reflecting the turmoil of the past. "But that was a wake-up call. I couldn't let her jeopardize our son's well-being any longer… nor mine. She didn't want help, or at least she didn’t want my help."

The coffee machine signaled its completion, and he poured the steaming liquid into two mugs. The warmth emanating from the freshly brewed coffee filled the air, making you sniff the air enjoying the smell.

As you both settled at the table with your mugs, he glanced at you, gratitude evident in his eyes. "Thanks for listening. It's not easy talking about this, but you make it easy."

You offered a reassuring smile. "I appreciate you sharing, and I'm here for you. Lukas is lucky to have you looking out for him."

He nodded, a mixture of emotions crossing his face. "Yeah, he's my priority."

"So, if you don’t want to answer you don’t have to, but is she still using?" you asked, your concern evident.

"Not that I know of," he shrugged. "I got full custody of Lukas after the divorce. She was only allowed to be with him after proving she was sober for 60 days. But I have this feeling that she will fail at any point and I will have to pick up the pieces or that i won't be there to protect Lukas"

The weight of uncertainty hung in the air as he spoke.

You reached across the table, placing your hand over his, offering a supportive squeeze "You've done everything you can to provide a stable environment for him. Sometimes, all we can do is focus on what's within our control. There is no way of knowing if she will… but we do know Lukas will still have you and your family if she does.” you tried to find the right words

He sighed, appreciating the reassurance. "I just want him to have a normal childhood, you know? To be surrounded by love..."

"Well I don’t know him, but from what I’ve seen you're doing a great job at that," you assured him.

"Thank you," he smiled. "You're an incredible woman, you know that?"

You smiled and stood up from your chair. Moving towards him, you settled onto his lap, taking one of your hands to his face. “So are you… an incredible man, I mean" You both chuckled, the warmth of the moment lingering in the air.

As you gently caressed his cheek, you could feel the tension in his muscles, a manifestation of the concerns that still lingered.

"I know you're worried about Lukas and everything else," you said, your voice soft. " I'm Sorry there's nothing I can do to help "

He nodded, appreciating the sentiment. "You are already helping. Thank you” he smiled

You leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. "Now, we need to get ready for your class. Are you coming? Could be good, keep your mind busy until she calls back" you suggested

"Yeah, of course," he replied, trying to shake off the lingering anxiety.

As you both got ready, Cillian continued to check his phone, the worry etched on his face. You could sense the weight he carried, and in those moments, your support meant more than words could convey.

Heading to the ceramic class, you intertwined your fingers with his, offering a steady presence by his side. You were the first to arrive, as usual. He helped you get the material for the class ready before the other students arrived.

The familiar routine of the class and interacting with students provided a welcome distraction for him. After last week's class he had become friends with one of your elderly students, she’s adorable and just goes on and on about her grandchildren… he loves to listen.

Sile arrived a few minutes later and it was good to see him smile and chuckle with his sister. What would she do if she knew what was going on with him? You wondered.

During the middle of the class, he stood up rushly, taking his phone to his ear as he walked outside.

It must be her calling, you assumed.

After a while, he returned and pulled you to the side, away from the other students.

“I have to go,” he said as you cleaned your hands on a red cloth.

“Is everything ok?” you asked concerned

“Yeah,” he said giving you a reassuring smile “I just have to go pick him up”

“Are you sure everything is ok?” you pushed

“No. I’m not sure. But I talked to him and he’s ok so that’s what matters. His grandmother was with him. She was the one that just called me”

“What about your ex?”

“I don't know. I’ll let you know soon, ok?” you smiled and nodded as he kissed your cheek and left.

“Is everything okay with him?” Sile asked as you walked past her

“Yeah,” you smiled and continued your class normally, not wanting to share anything because you didn’t know if he would appreciate it.

After the class ended you cleaned the studio for the following class. Sile asked you out for lunch today, but today was an awful day to plan anything. On Saturdays, you have one class after the other, and you barely have time to eat. So you suggested another day, and she agreed. You liked the fact that she asked you out, enjoying the fact she would like to get to know you more.

By the end of the day, you had no news of Cillian. You were lying on your couch, comfy pajamas and a pair of old socks kept you warm as you watched a random TV channel.

Staring at the screen of your cell phone again as you waited for him to answer. Worrying about him. Wanting to help him, to be with him.

“Hey! Just checking in. Text me when you can. Hope everything is well. Xoxo” You texted almost four hours ago.

It was getting late, and after waiting for a while you fell asleep on your couch.

You woke up with something vibrating under your head. You uncoordinatedly looked for your phone, as you were still half asleep.

“Hi” you answered not checking who was calling

“Hey, did I wake you?” cillians voice appeared from the other side

“Maybe” you played your head back on top of the cushions

“I’m sorry, I can call you tomorrow. It’s late” he said

“No…” you adjusted yourself and looked at the screen, it was 00:20 “i'm glad you called. I was worried something bad had happened”

“No nothing bad”

“Good” you smiled to yourself

“Lukas is here with me. Sleeping, he had some trouble sleeping today, he was agitated. Had to read him three stories before bed” he said, he sounded tired.

You chuckled “is that a lot?”

“Yeah, he's usually down after one”

“Oh, wow”

“Yeah he's a fast sleeper” he chuckled lightly

“So, do you wanna talk about what happened?” you asked

“Not really. Just… just wanted to hear your voice” he said, making you smile

“That’s sweet”

“Yeah, have to admit it was nice having you here last night. Your presence is missed”

You chuckled “well then you must invite me more often”

“Sure will”

“Well, do you wanna hear about my day?” you asked, assuming it would be just what he needed. To just run from his reality for a minute.

“I would love to”

You went on telling him about your day, about your classes and students. You told him the gossips your students tell you and ended up sending him some pictures of finished pieces you had done. He listened carefully and laughed at some of your student's stories.

After that you both said your goodbyes and wished each other a good night.

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Just finished reading Chapter 6 of Ceramic Classes!! First off let me say how nice and awsome I find your writting and it always makes me get super happy when you post.

Second- HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME ON A CLIFFHANGER! Gonna be thinking about Who called Cillian all day now! Anyway hope your having a lovley day<3

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Hehe…. Thank you for the love! ❤️

Sorry for the cliffhangeeeer. I promise the next chapter will be out this week!!

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Ceramic lessons - Part Six

Cillian Murphy X Reader - Masterlist

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Warning: swearing, fluff and Smut

A/n: hey guys! Got a little time to work on my stories. But you should know my computer broke so it’s hard for me to tag people using the app on my phone. As soon as I get it from the store I will add the tag list!

oh and please don’t forget to let me know what you think! Hope you like it.

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After a satisfying round of the Margherita, you and Cillian eagerly anticipated the unique creation you had just placed in the oven.

Cillian retrieved the pizza with a grin, the mischievous spark still dancing in his eyes. He carefully sliced it, and you marveled at the colorful medley of ingredients.

"Here goes nothing," he said, serving you a slice of the unconventional masterpiece as you smiled at him.

You took a bite, and a burst of flavors exploded in your mouth. The combination of Gouda and Brie with artichoke hearts, zucchini, and mushrooms created a symphony of tastes that surprised and delighted your taste buds. You couldn't help but let out a surprised laugh, thoroughly enjoying the culinary adventure.

"This is amazing!" you exclaimed between bites, savoring the unconventional yet delicious combination.

“It sure is” he agreed, surprised while taking another bite and you both continued with a light-hearted conversation.

With both pizzas now devoured, you lingered at the dining table, sipping wine and enjoying the easy conversation that flowed between you, the atmosphere in Cillian's cozy home became even more intimate.

Cillian leaned back in his chair, a contented smile playing on his lips. "I have to admit, this might be the most interesting pizza I've ever had. And the company is even better," he remarked, his eyes locking onto yours.

You chuckled, feeling a warmth spreading through you. "I'm glad we decided to get creative. It gave it a special touch."

Cillian reached across the table, his fingers gently intertwining with yours. "Speaking of special touches," he began, his tone softening, "there's one more thing I have in mind for tonight."

Your curiosity piqued, and you raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell."

Cillian's gaze held a glint of excitement as he stood up, extending a hand toward you. "How about we take this to the living room? I've got a little surprise for you."

Intrigued, you nodded and placed your hand in his, allowing him to lead you to the adjacent living room.

The soft glow of ambient lighting and the inviting warmth of the fireplace welcomed you as you entered the room. Cillian guided you to his cozy leather sofa.

“What are you planning?” you asked, a mischievous smile crossing your cheeks

Cillian chuckled, his eyes filled with playful mystery. "Ah, now that would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it? You'll just have to wait and see. Well, actually no. Can you close your eyes please?"

“Close my eyes?” you asked surprised and he nodded “Jesus you are making me nervous”

“No need” he gave you an adorable smile a gentle peck

“Ah, what the hell” you said and closed your eyes.

“No peeking, eeh?” he warned and you nodded

With your eyes closed, he caressed your cheek and helped you sit on the cold sofa before leaving.

The gentle rustling of fabric and the soft padding of footsteps around you heightened the mystery. Cillian's voice, soothing and warm, broke the silence after some time.

"Okay..." you felt him sitting next to you.

“Can I open them now?” you asked smiling, your eyes still closed

“No,” he said, his tone velvety and his voice way closer than you thought

You felt a lingering touch on your right cheek as he gently tucked a stray of your hair behind your ear. The next thing you felt was his soft and wet lips on your cheek.

“hmm, am I the dessert, Mrs Murphy?” you asked, making him chuckle “I have no problem with that, so you know” You opened one of your eyes slightly, to see his desired smile.

“Close it” he ordered and you did it right away, feeling your body warm up to his tone.

He lightly traced his fingers along your jawline, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. With your eyes closed, you let yourself fully immerse in the moment.

"I've been thinking," Cillian's voice was a soft whisper, "that some moments are meant to be savored, and this... this is one of them."

You couldn't help but smile at the gentle words. His fingers continued their dance, trailing down to your neck, creating a delicate caress that made your breath catch. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of warmth and closeness.

Your arousal started to grow, a tingling sensation building up between your legs.

Cillian's lips brushed against your ear, his warm breath sending tingles through you.

“Open your mouth” he whispered

You hesitated for a moment, the unexpected request adding a touch of playful mystery to the atmosphere. Slowly, you complied, parting your lips slightly in anticipation.

Something a bit cold met your lips as you took a bite, surprisingly a burst of flavors exploded in your mouth, sweet and sour, and you couldn't help but let out a soft sound of pleasure.

“Hmmm, that's an unexpected delight," you continued, savoring the lingering sweetness on your taste buds. The combination was like a harmonious melody, leaving you thoroughly enchanted.

Cillian grinned, clearly pleased with your reaction.

"Glad you enjoyed it," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress. You could feel his gaze lingering on you, even with your eyes closed.

“What was that?” You asked opening your eyes and seeing he had a box of beautiful truffles on top of the table

“You weren’t supposed to open your eyes yet,” he said chuckling

“Oh, sorry” You closed your eyes right away, making his chuckle a bit louder.

Surprisingly the next thing you felt was his lips on yours. The taste of the sweet and sour delight still lingered on your lips, blending seamlessly with the newfound warmth of his kiss.

His hand rested on your legs caressing it gently yet eagerly. As he pulled back, you couldn't help but smile, the playfulness of the moment adding to the already enchanting atmosphere.

"I guess this is another surprise?" You smiled and opened your eyes again. this time, Cillian didn't object.

He chuckled, his eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and affection. "Consider it a bonus surprise. Truffles and a stolen kiss."

“Did you make this?” You pointed to the truffles as you inspected the sweets

“Oh, no” he smiled “I bought it” he chuckled “... I don’t really know how to cook anything sweet”

You chuckled at his admission, appreciating his honesty. "Well, buying these truffles was a wonderful choice. They're absolutely divine."

Cillian grinned, looking genuinely pleased. "I'm glad you think so. Sometimes, leaving it to the experts is the way to go."

you reached forward to get another truffle “Was this the one I had?”

He nodded and you took a new one, and it surprised you as the flavor was even better than the one you just had.

Cillian admired you as you took the bite, looking lost on your lips. You smiled and offered him the other half of the truffle. He accepted with a smile as you fed him. The way he looked at you as you shared the sweet seemed to set fire to your body.

Feeling the heat take over, you moved to sit on top of him, both your legs on his sides. Your lips met his desperately.

His hands rested on your waist, encouraging you to move your hips.

“You know, you look so fucking sexy with those pants,” he said, his hands lowering to grab a hold of your asscheeks and pulling you close to his body firmly. His touch felt intoxicating and exhilarating.

“Yeah?” you asked out of breath and he nodded “Want to rip it off of me?”

“Desperately” he answered quickly making you chuckle and bite your underlip

He worked the buttons of your pants before moving on top of you, making you lay your back on the couch. Thanks to the light fabric of your pants, as he ripped it off it slid off your body as if it was made of butter… and that was fucking sexy.

He took off his sweater and moved on top of you, kissing you desperately. Now squeezing your bare asscheeks.

You could feel his bulge in his pants as you pushed yourself against him. You could feel yourself getting so wet for him, wetter and wetter as you rubbed yourself against his groin.

“Fuck…” he started out of breath “Want to move this to my room? Or are you comfortable here?” he asked

“Here, just fuck me right here,” you said out of breath

“Yes ma’am” he smiled and helped you out of your shirt, following to get rid of his pants next.

Once your breasts were free he just firmly grabbed them, kissing and twisting your nipples.

He took your nipple out of his mouth to smile and move his mouth through your abs to your panties.

He wasted no time before getting rid of your underwear and slipped his fingers through your folds.

“Oh shit” you moaned closing your eyes as he slid two of his fingers inside of you. He took your clit to his lips, kissing and sucking at it.

You moved your hands inside his briefs and stroked him with a firm and gentle hand, until he moved his cock out of your hands.

“Fuck, I can't wait anymore. I need you” he said, freeing himself from his briefs and quickly put on a condom

“I’m so fucking wet for you, cill… fuck” you moaned

“Oh, I can tell” he had a cocky smile on his face as he lined himself with your entrance.

He didn't tease you like the last time. No, this time with one confident move, he slid inside of you, filling you completely.

You moaned as he slid in and out of you. The pounding of your bodies making the couch squeak in rhythm.

His speed increased and so did the intensity of his thrusts.

“Oh yes… fuck yes” you moaned, enjoying the intensity but yet, feeling he could do better “Harder” you pleaded “fuck me harder”.

Like magic, his moves increased. His hand grasped around your throat, putting the right amount of pressure before kissing you.

“Rub yourself, y/n. Come for me” he purred in your ear.

Like a good girl, you complied. You took your fingers to your clit and rubbed it, making your orgasm fast approach.

You clenched your walls against his cock as the first spasms of orgasm spread through your womb and outwards. The feeling of your muscles squeezing around him made him shudder and groan.

With a swift movement, he turned your body, making your belly rest against the sofa back, and started fucking you from behind.

With one of his hands, he gathered your hair and wrapped it around his fist like a rope, holding your head back. His other hand was grabbing at your asscheeks firmily, giving it an occasional slap once in awhile

Your moans filled his house and his ears, serving as fuel to his intense thrusts.

He groaned and dragged you up into him by your hair, pulling you close to his body as he pumped a little harder, a little deeper.

You could feel he was close. His breathing was erratic and his thrusts started to lose their rhythm

You whined and pushed back harder on him, hoping to put him on edge. he wrapped his hand around your throat and released the grip on your hair to find your clit.

You moaned approvingly

“You like that, hm?”

“I do, oh… yes I do” you moaned

His moves on your already sensitive clit quickly sent you over the edge. You moaned loudly feeling your body melt into his, glad to have him behind you to support you as this orgasm took away your senses for a second.

You could hear him moaning in your ear as he was also enjoying his release.

As soon as you both got down from your highs, you both settled onto the couch. Nestling against his warm and sweaty body as the room suddenly felt cooler. He embraced you, resting his head on yours.

"Tonight was incredible," he expressed.

"Absolutely," you replied with a smile, snuggling closer to him.

"Want to take a shower?" he offered.

"Oh, I would enjoy that," you agreed.

The two of you reluctantly untangled from your cozy position on the couch and made your way to the bathroom.

Stepping into the warm shower together, the sensation was both refreshing and intimate.

He reached for the shower gel, a mischievous grin on his face."Allow me," he said, pouring a small amount onto his hands.

His touch was gentle as he started to lather the soap over your shoulders, his fingers creating soothing circles.

You couldn't help but giggle at the ticklish sensation. "Easy there, you might turn me on"

He chuckled, his laughter joining yours. "Wouldn't that be a sight?" he kissed your soapy shoulder

"Your turn. Let me return the favor." you said after some time enjoying his touch.

You took the shower gel, and with a grin, you started to lather it over his shoulders. As you did, he let his head down and let a pleasure sigh

"You have a hidden talent for massage," he said, your hands moving in gentle, circular motions.

“People do say I know how to use my hands,” you said and he turned to look at you

“Oh “people” say?” he copied you, his soapy hands holding your waist and pulling you close to him

“Feeling jealous Mister?” you gave him a coy smile.

“Should I?” he asked and you shook your head

“You probably should know… you are the only person I am currently going out with” you said, feeling unsure if you were oversharing.

“Good, me too,” he said with a smile before kissing you, and you felt your heartbeat calmer

As you were both drying up, he looked at his wristwatch and asked, “hey, it’s late. Do you want to sleep over?”

“What time is it?” You asked drying your back

“One in the morning” he answered

“Oh, Jesus. Time flew by” you smiled “don’t you mind if I sleep here?”

“No, I actually would like it if you did” he smiled, the towel was now wrapped around his waist as he got closer to you.

“Ok, can I borrow some clothes?” You asked and he nodded, kissing you.

“Yes, gotta admit I’ve been wanting to see you with one of my shirts” he admired making you smile.

As you got to bed together, you both could keep your hands to yourself and another round of intense sex led to another quick shower before you both fell asleep.

Cillian was a cuddler, that's for sure. He didn't let go of you the entire night. Even though that's not your thing, it felt nice.

You woke up with an annoying ringtone. You shifted in bed and watched Cillian wake up and give you a quick kiss

“Whats that noise?” you asked a bit lost and annoyed

“My landline” he answered, standing up

“People still have that?” you asked covering your face with your hands and he gave a sleepy chuckle

“Go back to sleep, it's early” he said as he left the room.

Looking around you couldn't find your phone and assumed you left it downstairs.

You turned in bed and checked the time on Cill’s alarm and it was almost 8 am. Assuming you went to sleep after 3 am…. You most definitely should continue to sleep, but you had to start your class in an hour so you got up and went downstairs to find Cillian.

He was sitting in the sofa, a hand on his forehead as he nervously looked at his phone.

“Hey… Is everything ok?” you asked approaching him

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Peaky Blinders Season 3 | Episode 4

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Hiii! Are you accepting requests for fanfics :)

Hey! At the moment i'm not having much time to write and prioritize my ongoing series... But you can send me your request and i'll work on it when i get a chance!

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shelbystales · 6 months

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I had some free time this weekend and got a few new chapters out (best aid and honor and blood), but i want to know from you guys!

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I had some free time this weekend and got a few new chapters out (best aid and honor and blood), but i want to know from you guys!

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Honor and Blood - Part Twenty Three

Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Read previous parts here: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22

Summary: you are a gypsy and your family lives near Birmingham. Tommy Shelby needs a favor and Johnny Dogs says you’re the one he should ask for. A meeting is scheduled and when Tommy meets you, he is instantly drawn to you.

Warning: Swearing, fluff, mild smut

A/N: Please comment and interact. tell me what you think! it means a looot to me if you do!

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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After Tommy left, you went for a quick breakfast, deliberately ignoring your father's presence as you enjoyed your meal. You felt too proud to reach out to him; it was he who should apologize.

When you finished eating, you decided to leave quickly. You felt a bit sad and in need of care. So, you walked to your Aunt's caravan, seeking some solace.

Your aunt welcomed you with a warm embrace and a knowing look. She had always been more than just an aunt to you; she was a confidant, a friend, a link to your mother's memory, and a source of wisdom.

"Y/n, dear, what brings you here?" she said, her eyes filled with an understanding that only family could provide.

You smiled and returned the embrace. "I needed to clear my head, Aunt. It's been a rough time."

She nodded and gestured for you to sit beside her. "It's always the way of the world, child. Life has its storms and its calm seas. But we are strong, like the roots of the trees and the flow of the river. We endure."

“Yes, we do” you smiled as you sat down next to her

“Tell me, what happened?” she asked with a caring look, “is it about the shop?”

“yes and no. I had a fight with dad” you told her

“He has been acting weirdly lately. Distant” she noted

“He has. He’s pushing me away” you said, your voice carrying disappointment

“Well, dear… if there’s anything I know about your father is that he is a distant man” she shrugged

You sighed, looking down at your hands. "I know, Aunt. But it feels different this time. I just wish he would open up, especially considering everything that's been happening."

She reached out and gently squeezed your hand. "Y/n, your father is a complicated man. He carries many burdens and secrets. Sometimes he forgets how to be anything but distant."

You nodded, feeling a mixture of frustration and empathy. "I just want to help, you know? And it's not just about the shop; it's about the family."

She nodded in understanding. "I know, dear. Family means the world to us."

As you shared your thoughts, your aunt's wise eyes gazed at you. "You know, crafting jewelry has always been a way for us to bond and express our emotions. Would you like to make something together? Maybe it could help clear your mind" she smiled

You looked up at her, a small smile forming on your face. "I'd love that."

She handed you some delicate, shimmering beads and intricate wirework tools. You started to work with the wire, remembering your mom as you did.

"You still remember how to do it," your aunt praised with a big smile as she began crafting herself.

“How can I forget? But talking about dad… I worry he is in trouble, you know?” you blurted out

“He can get himself out of trouble, y/n. He always has” she said and you nodded “he’s a big man, dear. Not a child. He knows what he is doing”

“You are right” you breathed out

“You know, your mom visited me in me dreams tonight” she said making you smile

“Really?” you asked, your eyes shining with happiness

“Yes, did you know me sister was the one who taught me how to craft jewelry? She was so talented with her hands. The clothes she made, the tapestry, the jewelry… everything her hands crafted was perfect” your aunt spoke with nostalgia on her voice

“She taught me too” you smiled remembering “she was so patient and the way her hands flowed was just magical” you chuckled.

Your aunt smiled warmly. "Your mother was an extraordinary woman, just like you. She would be so proud of the person you've become."

You smiled, your eyes watering a bit, feeling moved by your aunts words “I miss her”

“Me too, dear. But don’t forget you carry her spirit within you," she pointed at your mom's necklace around your neck. Remember, the jewelry we craft is not just for beauty. It's a piece of our souls, a link to our past, and a legacy for our future. It carries the strength and spirit of your mom, closest to your heart”

You wiped away a tear and nodded, your heart heavy yet also filled with the warmth.

As you both continued to craft jewelry, you felt a deep sense of connection to your mother's memory, your family's traditions, and your own inner strength. The intricate pieces you were creating felt like a tribute to the strong and talented women who had come before you.

The hours passed and you shared stories and quiet moments of crafting with your aunt, the caravan filled with warmth and nostalgia. Your aunt's presence and wisdom provided the comfort and guidance you needed, a reminder that even in times of turmoil, your family's love remained a source of strength. As time passed the earrings you were making slowly came together.

The two of you gave the finished touches to the jewelry as the sun began to set. The earrings were a work of art, a combination of intricate beads, and delicate wirework. You marveled at the final result, holding the pair up to the light to catch the way they shimmered and sparkled.

Your aunt looked at the earrings with a smile, her eyes filled with pride. "Your mother would have been overjoyed to see what you've created, y/n. These are exquisite."

You nodded, your heart filled with a sense of accomplishment "I feel closer to her” you smiled “thank you for this”. Your aunt embraced you with a loving hug and you left her caravan wearing your new earrings.

Seeing the sun was now setting, you made your way to the caravan to get a change of clothes before heading to Thomas's place.

As you approached Tommy's house, you felt a mix of anticipation and comfort. But when you arrived and knocked on the door, it wasn't him who came to answer it. Polly was the one who opened it and greeted you with a smile.

“Oh, hi honey. Bloody Thomas isn’t here. But come in” She walked inside. She looked tired, hair messy and dark circles under her eyes… it even seemed like she had been crying. You followed her in, closing the door behind you.

“Has something happened?” you asked putting your small bag of clothes in the floor next to the sofa, as you joined Polly, sitting beside her

“Just Thomas being Thomas” she said, with a hint of disgust in her voice “sometimes i hate his guts”

“What did he do?” you asked, afraid of the answer

“He called the fucking cops on Ada’s husband. Bloody bastards barged in like devils seconds after he held his newborn child” She took her hand to her face “Oh, Ada’s screams still echo in my mind”

“Ada gave birth?” you asked with a smile and she nodded

“Yes, to beautiful baby boy” she gave a shy smile

“I can’t believe Thomas did that… did he know she was giving birth?” you asked innocently

“Of course he fucking knew. You know y/n, Tommy is a bad man to many people. Don’t forget that” she warned as she lit herself a cigarette “what some tea?” you nodded as you digested her sentence

“Do you know where he is?” you asked as she handed you a cup of tea

“Probably at the garrison” she said “Ada doesn’t want to see me anymore” she vented “she is shutting us all out”

“I’m so sorry” You sipped the tea, the warm liquid offering some comfort in the midst of this revelation. It was hard to reconcile the man you loved with the actions Polly described.

Polly's tired eyes studied you, her gaze softened with a touch of motherly concern. "Y/n, you've got a kind heart, but don't ever let it blind you to what we are and what we do."

As you continued your conversation with Polly, you couldn't help but wonder where Tommy might be and what could have driven him to make such a decision. After you finished your tea, you left your cup on the center table and rose from your seat.

"I'll see if I can find Tommy. Maybe he'll tell me what the fuck he had in mind," you said with a chuckle.

"A whole bunch of nothingness, that's what all bloody men have in their brains. Can you get me that bottle before you go?" Polly asked, rolling her eyes and pointing at a whisky bottle on one of the shelves. You nodded, retrieving the bottle as Polly reached for your empty cup. However, something about the cup seemed to catch her attention, and she looked at it in surprise.

"What?" you asked as you handed her the bottle.

"Have you been feeling okay?" Polly asked, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

You furrowed your brow, puzzled by her question. "Yes, I have," you replied, chuckling. "Why?"

Polly's smile remained as she mentioned the tea leaves. She handed you the cup back, her gaze steady. "I noticed something interesting in your tea leaves."

You hesitated, not taking the cup from her hand. "Oh, I don't know how to read them. I never learned," you admitted. "What does it say?"

"Let's hope Ada isn't vengeful to call the coppers when it's your turn." she said with a cocky smile

You looked at her, shocked by the implications. "What?" you asked, your eyes widening. "But I've been taking precautions, tracking my cycle."

Polly offered a simple, if somewhat fatalistic, explanation. "It's not like math,dear. Sometimes, our cycle changes."

Your mind raced, contemplating the possible consequences of the situation. The unexpected revelation had thrown you on a loop of worries, but you couldn't dwell on it now. And you knew well that tea leaves were not one hundred percent precise.

Your priority now was to find Tommy.

"I'll be going now, Polly," you said, a sense of urgency creeping into your voice. "Thank you for the tea and the talk. I'll catch up with you later."

Polly nodded, "Be careful out there, y/n.”

You made your way towards the Garrison, a place where you often found Tommy. As you walked, your thoughts returned to the unsettling news about the tea leaves. Being a mom right now was never in your plans. Oh, what would your father say...

You pushed open the heavy wooden doors of the garrison and stepped into the dimly lit interior. The atmosphere was heavy with the scent of cigarettes and sweat, a testament to the long hours and hard decisions made within these walls. The bar was empty, which was weird because it wasn't even seven p.m.

As you entered, you saw Tommy, sitting at the bar with Grace by his side. He looked defeated, his usual air of authority replaced by a weariness that sent a chill down your spine. He looked up, and his expression brightened when he saw you.

Grace had a possessive hand on his shoulder, her presence a mix of support and concern. Her eyes locked onto you as you walked in, and there was a smug, almost haughty expression on her face.

You made your way to the bar, fighting to hide your unease. Grace's demeanor was unsettling, and you couldn't help but feel like an outsider.

“Hi” he said with a small smile as you walked over to them. When you arrived his hand held yours as he pushed you close into a kiss. You felt a sense of relief wash over you as he closed the distance between you and him.

The connection between you two was strong, and Grace's presence seemed to fade into the background.

"Hey," you smiled warmly. "Heard you had a tough day." You offered him a comforting smile.

Tommy nodded, his eyes locked onto yours. "It's been a hell of a day," he admitted “maybe we can call it a day and go home? Or do you want a drink?”

With a sympathetic nod, you squeezed his hand. "let’s go home. You probably need to rest and I'm here now. Maybe I can make the day end a little better." you caressed his tired features

Grace shifted uncomfortably beside Tommy, her icy stare fixed on you. It was clear she wasn't thrilled to have you around. At least her hand was off your man now.

"Ah, Grace," you greeted her with a polite but slightly strained smile. "Still putting in those extra hours, I see."

Tommy's hand was resting on your waist, and he shifted his gaze from you to Grace, who seemed to be making a conscious effort to maintain her poised, superior demeanor.

Grace shifted uncomfortably beside Tommy, She looked you up and down, her gaze filled with a subtle disdain that she didn't bother to conceal.

"Always working, aren't we, Tommy?" Her tone held a layer of annoyance, and Tommy merely nodded.

"Working with an empty whisky bottle?" you asked seen the bottle in front of him and his glass full, just like Grace's. Your question was imbued with a touch of sarcasm.

Grace's smile remained polished but strained, her demeanor almost confrontational. "Oh, this?" She picked up the empty whisky bottle, examining it briefly. "It's not all business, you know?" She offered a suggestive smile. "Besides, I find it quite effective in getting the men here to talk."

As she spoke, her unwavering gaze remained fixed on yours, conveying her intent to establish some form of dominance, particularly over Tommy. You saw through her veneer, sensing that there was more to her than met the eye.

With a diplomatic nod, you acknowledged, "You have your ways, Grace. It's a shame he has to be drunk to talk to you." You offered her a sympathetic smile, but before she could talk, you continued "Shall we head home?” you leaned in, close to his ears, where you left a gentle kiss “I have to tell you how much I love you back. I didn't have time to do it this morning" You added a mischievous touch to your smile.

Tommy’s pupils dilated at your words, his hand on your hips gripping tighter on your skin. He then stood up, addressing Grace, "lock things up as I leave, ey?"

Grace's demeanor, once so polished, was now tinged with annoyance. "Of course, Tommy," she replied coolly.

As Tommy led you towards the exit, her icy stare followed you both, but you ignored it. “I went by your house before the garrison” you said as he opened the door for you to leave.

“Yeah? Sorry I wasn't there, needed some air” he said. Tommy's grip on your hand tightened as he escorted you through the dimly lit streets of Small Heath.

“Some air ou some Grace?” you mocked

"Please don't," he asked

"Right. Sorry," you conceded, though your curiosity still gnawed at you. "But really, what were you two talking about alone in there? Why there was no one in there?" The questions slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

Tommy let go of your hand, his frustration evident as he rolled his eyes. "I'm not in the mood, y/n."

"It's a simple question," you countered, your curiosity getting the best of you.

He sighed and stopped walking for a moment as you reached the front door of his house, "I was drinking with me brothers before Polly barged in, telling me about fucking Freddie, acting crazy at me y/n. Then everyone left, but Grace. We drank and talked. I didn’t want to come home and face Polly. People know well not to stay when we are fighting"

"Freddie," you murmured, the weight of that name hanging heavily in the air between you and Tommy. “Polly told me what happened”

“I bet she did,” he said sarcastically, opening the door to his house and walking in. Not holding the door to you as he usually did. Great, he was pissed at you now.

He walked straight to his room, before you followed him you grabbed a glass of water, seeing your cup and polly’s inside the kitchen sink as you did. Instinctively you took your hand to your belly, feeling a weird rush of adrenaline wash over you. Shaking the weird feeling, you grabbed the bag of clothes you left at the living room and followed him upstairs.

You put your glass of water on his bedside table and followed him upstairs. As you walked into the bedroom, you found him in the process of changing his clothes, wearing only his briefs. Despite the day's troubles, you couldn't help but appreciate the sight.

You wrapped your arms around him from behind, holding him close. His hands found yours as they rested on his chest.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you," you said softly.

"You didn’t," he replied, his touch tender.

“I think I did…” you continued, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

He turned to you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “I know you don’t like Grace. But it’s tiring to have the same type of discussion all the fucking time.”

“I can see that,” you said, your fingers tracing the contours of his chest “but she gets under my skin with her posh and demeaning attitude. You saw it today and it's clear she hits on you”.

“Yea…. Many women do, Love. but remember it's you I want. It's you I hold on to every night” he caressed your cheek and kissed your lips “She is my secretary, you’re my love. Let her be demeaning… let her act stupid all she wants. Don't let her get under your skin. She might think she's better than you, but you are better than her”

You smiled “yeah… that's hard. But ok, I'll try. Is she at least doing a good job?”

“Yeah, she's great with numbers” he said

“Good” you smiled “now tell me about Freddie Thorn. Tell me what happened," you inquired.

“I don’t know what happened. That's the thing. I don't know how Campbell knew where he was,” he confessed, his frustration evident.

“You didn’t tell the cops?” you asked, a bit surprised.

“Of course not, why would I do that to Ada? She already hates me enough,” he said, moving away and sitting on the bed.

You joined him, sitting beside him. “Maybe Campbell just followed him,” you suggested.

“No, he's a communist, love. He is good at hiding; he wouldn’t have made a mistake like that,” he responded.

“Maybe you have a rat,” you considered

“Yeah, that’s what I think,” he said and then changed the subject, a small smile appearing. “Is that earring new?”

You smiled and leaned in to kiss him. “Uhum, I made it today.”

“You did?” he asked, impressed, between the small pecks you left on his lips.

“Yes,” you mumbled, pressing your hand on his thigh.

“Its beautiful,” he said and your smile grew bigger

His fingers gently traced along your jawline as the gentle pecks on your lips evolved into an intense, passionate kiss.

The world outside seemed to disappear as you and Tommy became lost in each other. Your fingers found their way to the short hair at the nape of his neck, while his hands traced the contours of your body, a silent reassurance of his affection.

Time passed, unnoticed, in your intimate embrace. Eventually, you pulled away, your breath slightly labored, and your eyes met his with a spark of desire. "I think you needed that," you said, a sly smile playing on your lips.

Tommy nodded, his gaze intense. "Yes, I did." His voice was low and husky, his desire mirrored in his eyes. "I need you." he says, his thumb caressing your lips as his hand held your chin.

You smiled as you glided your hand through his abs to his briefs making him groan at the feeling. His eyes watching you as your hand disappeared inside the white thin fabric. You took his already hard cock into your hand, rubbing it up and down between your fingers. His eyes burning on you.

You leaned in to kiss him, the kiss slow as you both tasted the feeling of each other's lips. You kiss his neck, making your way down to his chest and abs as you kneeled in front of him, in between his legs. He opens them a bit wider, so you fit perfectly.

You slowly pull down his boxers. His cock springs up as he is freed from his briefs. You hold his cock firmly, fingers tickling his balls as you place your lips over the head of his cock kissing it a few times. But before opening your mouth, you circled your tongue slowly teasing him and having fun as you tasted him.

Opening your mouth you fit him inside, closing your lips around him as you bobbed your head slowly up and down.

“Ah, fuck” he whispered, making you look up at him, seeing the desire and intensity on his gaze.

You held at his balls with your free hand, massagem them as you kissed the length of his cock before taking him into your mouth again. This time taking a long inspiration through your nose as you go for a deep throat.

“Fuck! Love, that’s so fucking good” he moaned, making you smile in satisfaction, your mouth still full of him.

You continued your job, alternating between deep throats, slow intense sucking, liking and kissing. Using your hands to put some pressure into your movements.

“I’m close” he said as he watched his dick disappear in your mouth. “Wait” he asked and as you stopped what you were doing he stood up. You looked up at him as he held his cock and lightly hit it against your cheek a few times. “Will you be a good girl and take it?” he asked, holding up your chin with his other hand.

“Yes,” you said, opening your mouth to him, holding your tongue out as he slowly slid his tip on top of it before he started to slowly thrust into your mouth.

Both his hands held your hair out of the way, one resting at the back of your neck, the other on your temple. You did your best to sync your breathing to his movements, trying your best not to gag every time he thrusted in.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good” he moaned as his intensity increased, mouth-fucking you hard. You held at his thighs, trying your best to stay still, feeling your eyes starting to water. He looked down at you, watching you take his cock. Increasing his movements even more. “Fuck! y/n, I’m coming” he warned before exploding in your mouth. You did your best trying to lick him clean, taking every drop “that's it” he praised as you licked his length.

He took a few seconds to recover before helping you stand up. He kissed you intensely, biting your bottom lip before getting your glass of water and handing it to you

“Thank you” you smiled and he headed to the small sink in his bedroom, to wash his cock.

You took off your clothes and got one of thomas’ pajamas from his drawer. You felt your throat a bit sore and you massaged it.

“You ok?” he asked and you nodded

“Just a bit sore” you answered and he frowned, walking towards you.

He held your chin “open up” he said and you did he looked in and frowned “it looks a bit red. I’m sorry, didn’t mean to hurt you”

“You didn’t. I liked it” you smiled and so did he

“You are a something else” he whispered as he kissed you deeply. “Are you hungry?” he asked and you nodded

“A bit, yeah” you answered

“I don’t think anyone made dinner, but its still early. We could go out” he said but you shook your head

“No, I could just eat some slices of bread later. Are you hungry?” you asked and he shook his head.

“Come on then” he held your hand and you both walked to bed.

He held you close to him, just as he always did, radiating warmth. His fingers ran gently through your hair, and the room was bathed in the soft, dim light from the streetlamps outside. Everything felt tranquil for that moment.

You shifted slightly and turned your head to meet Tommy's eyes. "Tommy?" you began.

He leaned down to kiss your forehead, his lips soft and tender. "What is it, love?"

"Polly said something to me today," you started, your voice carrying a touch of hesitation. "It's probably nothing, but it got me thinking."

Tommy looked down at you, curiosity etching his features. "What is it?" he asked.

You sat up, a hint of nervousness creeping in as you were unsure of how he would react. A part of you felt like it might be foolish to share this, as it wasn't certain.

"Do you believe in reading tea leaves?" you asked, your voice quiet.

Tommy considered the question for a moment. "No, not really," he answered. "Why?"

You took a deep breath. "Earlier, when I was talking to Polly, she read my tea leaves," you explained, watching his expression closely.

"What did it say?" he inquired.

"Polly thinks… I might be… pregnant," you admitted slowly.

Tommy frowned, his brow furrowing in thought. "I thought you got your period," he mentioned.

"Yes, I got it last month,” you chuckled “but it was almost three weeks ago," you said, shrugging. "I know it's not certain, and you know how tea leaves are. I might not be pregnant now but it shows it as a possible close reality… anyways I thought you should know."

As you revealed the possibility of being pregnant, Tommy's expression shifted from curiosity to surprise and then contemplation. He was silent for a moment, his fingers gently tracingy our skin as he absorbed the news.

Finally, he let out a slow breath, his gaze meeting yours. "Y/n, you're right, it's not certain. But if it's true, well, that would be the best news in a long time." His voice was filled with warmth

You felt a sense of relief at his response. The uncertainty of the situation still loomed, but having Tommy's support made it all seem a little less daunting. At that moment, the prospect of starting a family with him wasn’t so scary.

He pushed you close and kissed you again, his lips lingering for a moment. "We'll find out for sure soon." With those words, you nestled back into his embrace. “how are you feeling about it?”

“I’m fucking scared” You said making him chuckle “I didn’t want this at this moment” continued

“Well, maybe the tea leaves are mistaken” he said “it happens a lot, you know”

“I hope so” you said, feeling your eyes grow heavier.

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A/N: how come I make this Tommy more caring than Modern Tommy in "best aid"? Maybe bc I like this Tommy more... and i can't have him hurt y/n... 😝🤗

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