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Wind in my hair | Oh Sehun x fem!Reader AU

Summary: you're trying to study for your last exam but Sehun has other ideas. He uses his powers to distract you.

A/N: this is an EXO AU where Sehun has powers, as if he's some sort of alien. This is completely fictional, not based in real life.

Warning: nothing.

Also, English isn't my first language, sorry if there are mistakes and thanks for reading!

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The soft wind moved the curtain in front of you, delicately brushing your arm in a tender caress. Without taking your eyes off your notes, you moved your arm and slapped the fabric away as you tried not to lose track of what you were studying. Only one more exam and you would be free, that’s what you repeated in your mind to keep yourself motivated.

Suddenly, the curtain hit you in the face, blinding you for a moment, all the previous tenderness of its movements gone. With a sigh, you pushed it aside and stared at the window to check if it was open. But no, it was still closed, just like you had left it before starting with your study session.

Then, you turned around in your chair and faced your boyfriend Sehun. He was lying on your bed, smiling at you. Clearly, he was having a great time as he messed with your patience.

“Stop it, Sehun. You’re not letting me study,” you complained.

He put a hand over his chest and feigned surprise. “Me?” he asked innocently, although he seemed to be fighting a smile back. “I’m not letting you study?”

You nodded.

It was him who had been moving the curtain all along, thanks to his wind controlling powers, whatever they were. You still didn’t fully understand the nature of his powers or his own existence, he came from another planet. So, technically, Sehun wasn’t human, and he wasn’t the only one.

You didn’t care about him being an alien, as you liked to call it. What worried you was the fact that he and the others were the good guys, at least in theory, but there were also bad ones. Sehun refused to talk about them and you tried not to think about it most of the time. More than once he had promised you that he would keep you safe and you trusted him, you knew that he could be really powerful.

It was a pity that right now he was using his power to piss you off.

“Sehun, I need to pass this exam.”

“And? What am I supposed to be doing?”

His faked innocence was starting to be replaced by a mischievous smile. It made you roll your eyes. Without any more words, you turned back to the desk and focused again on your notes.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” you murmured after a while. “Just leave me alone for a couple hours, I’m not asking for anything more than that,” you said, resting your face on one hand.

He seemed to accept it, little did you know that he wasn’t going to stop that easily.

You had lost count of how many deep breaths you had been taking in order to stay calm. It was impossible to tell by now. You were quite proud of yourself though, considering that you hadn’t stabbed him with a pencil yet, with the constant wind ruffling your hair, blowing it into your face and moving your notes around, of course not allowing you to study.

With a deep sigh, you took the elastic band that you always wore on your wrist and tied your hair up in a messy bun. It didn’t solve the problem because then, the wind increased, causing your notes to fall all over the floor.

Sehun’s laugh could be heard behind you.

Since you were so fed up already, you grabbed the first pen that you could find and turned around fast, throwing it at Sehun’s head. The pen hit him in the face. Under normal circumstances, he would have been able to avoid it without any difficulty, he was an alien after all, but he was so distracted laughing at you that he didn’t move away in time. Well deserved, you thought.

He covered his face with his hands as he let out a soft cry. “Ouch,” he said, rolling onto his side.

After a few seconds, you got up and approached him. It wasn’t your intention to hurt him, you were just tired and frustrated.

“Sehun, let me see,” you murmured softly, sitting next to him on the bed. You placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to make him turn so you could see his face. “I didn’t mean to hit you hard but I have a really good aim, what can I do?” you joked.

He didn’t seem to find the joke funny. Instead, he made a sound that sounded like a hurt little puppy. This made you frown, what if you had hurt him for real?

"Sehun, take your hands away, let me see."

He removed his hands slowly but you couldn’t see anything because suddenly he moved so fast. Before you could realize, you were lying on the bed, with Sehun on top of you. A big smile was present on his face as his hands pressed your wrists against the mattress.

"You're an idiot, you know that? I was really worried."

Sehun laughed and brought his face closer to yours to kiss you but in the last moment you turned your face to the side, so his lips connected to your jaw instead of your mouth.

“What’s wrong?” He asked in a low voice, nuzzling your neck with the tip of his nose before starting to leave a trail of small kisses that made you shiver under him.

"Oh really? What’s wrong?" You asked back, mocking his words and raising an eyebrow as you looked at him. As much as you wanted him right now, you had other priorities. "Now is not the time. Let me finish studying and then we can do whatever we want, or continue this. Alright?”

He released your wrists but didn’t let you go, still laying on top of you, now resting his head on your chest where he could feel your heart beating fast. After a few minutes in which your breathing became one, you started stroking his hair. It felt very soft between your fingers and smelled like your favourite shampoo from the last time he showered at your place.

“You’ve been studying all day, I’m bored of waiting. You don’t let me talk, or make the slightest noise, or play video games, or listen to music…” he listed, mumbling.

You could feel the vibrations of his vocal chords against your chest, it was kind of calming.

“This exam is important to me, Sehun. Also, you can do all those things out of here, you don’t have to stay in the same room as me.”

He raised his head and looked at you with a frown. “But I want to be with you,” he confessed.

This time, when he leaned in searching for your mouth, you didn’t turn your face away. The kiss was long and slow, without rushing. When your lips parted, you took the opportunity to take Sehun’s face in your hands, stroking his cheekbones with your thumbs. He stared at you, mesmerised.

"An hour," you said. "That's all I need. Stop acting like a brat for an hour and when I'm done we'll do something together."

He seemed to hesitate, but finally he dropped to his side, freeing you from his weight. “Fine, an hour.”

You stood up from the bed, feeling cold without his warmth, and stared at the mess of notes scattered all over the floor with your hands on your hips. From the corner of your eye, you saw Sehun lying back on the bed with his hands behind his head and his legs crossed at the ankles. He looked as relaxed as always.

A gust of air made the papers move until they were arranged in a small pile at your feet. You bent down to pick them up and smiled at him. Sehun winked at you. He could be a pain in the ass sometimes but you couldn’t deny that since he came into your life nothing had been the same.

You loved him like no one else, and couldn’t help but dread the day he’d be gone. After all, he didn’t belong on this Earth.

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When the darkness comes | Tommy Shelby x Shadowhunter!Reader - Part 4

Summary: you are a shadowhunter investigating the sudden rise of yin fen in the Downworld, the trail leads you to Small Heath and a blue eyed gangster.

A/N: I'm not sure about how this part turned out. Anyway, thanks for reading it. English isn't my first language, sorry if there are mistakes!

Warning: nothing.

Part 3 - Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Usually, patrolling the streets was boring. Not tonight. You had been following the trail of a ravener demon for about half an hour without it noticing. It was the first demon you had encountered in Small Heath since your arrival.

Luckily, it was a minor one and not very smart. Its disgusting appearance, a mix between a centipede and crocodile with some scorpion parts, made your stomach turn. Sometimes these kinds of demons were used to follow someone or to keep an eye on something.

That’s why you weren’t surprised when the ravener moved around all the places that were clearly Shelby territory. More specifically, the parts of Small Heath dedicated to their non legitimate businesses. So, without any doubts, the demon had something to do with the yin fen.

However, you didn't think it was directly related to the Shelbys.

That is, someone external, maybe the one responsible for sending them the drug so that they could distribute it throughout England and export it to America, was the one controlling the ravener. It could be a warlock’s work. Also, there were probably more than one demon, although you hadn’t seen others, which could be a problem if they decided to attack you in group.

Tired of walking around the city among piles of garbage and puddles from the same place to the next, you took out of your coat one of your seraph blades and got ready to finish off the ravener.

“Uriel,” you said out loud, giving a name to the blade. Instantly, it lit up, filled with angelic power as it brought light into the darkness.

At that moment, the demon noticed your presence. You already knew that the poor thing wasn’t very clever. It lunged at you with quick movements, trying to reach you with its disgusting insect-like legs. You moved faster thanks to a heightened speed rune. The seraph blade traced luminous arcs through the fog as well as the ravener’s body.

With a screech and a gush of dark ichor, the demon disappeared. They didn’t die, instead, they returned to their own dimension. You observed the light from the blade fading away, it was covered in ichor and it was starting to corrode so you dropped it, no longer useful. At least the ravener’s blood hadn’t splash all over yourself or your clothes.

You scrunch your nose for a moment, looking around. There were no signs of more demons but the night was still long until dawn. With a sight, you closed your coat to protect yourself from the cold wind and continued patrolling.

A couple hours later, you headed to The Garrison. A drink or two wouldn’t hurt.

The warmth of the pub welcomed you like a hug. You appreciated the cosy atmosphere, despite the noise of the drunk customers laughing and talking. So you headed to the bar, where you sat in one of the seats and rested your head on your hand.

After a while, you felt the presence of someone next to you, so close that their arm was brushing against yours. Slowly, you turned your head and watched him through your eyelashes, blinking lazily. “Good night, Tommy.”

He nodded, watching you closely. “Long night?”

You nodded back. "You have no idea. By the way, I'm not following you, in case you were wondering. I just wanted to get something to drink," you said quietly.

Tommy chuckled and turned to the bartender. He ordered a couple of bottles and glasses before turning to you, placing his hand on your lower back. "Come with me, we can talk in a quieter place."

Without removing his hand from your back, he guided you to the private room at the side of the pub. After closing the doors behind him, the noise was muffled and distant. You took off your coat and sat down on one of the seats, resting your head against the wall. Tommy sat by your side, watching you like someone does with an exotic animal. He lit a cigarette and started smoking in silence.

The small window opened, revealing the bartender with Tommy’s order. He got up to pick it up and left it on the table. Your eyes followed him, too tired to move.

"I'd like you to try something," he said, pouring a clear liquid into one of the glasses and setting it down in front of you.

You grabbed the glass and brought it to your face, smelling the contents. "What is it?"

“Try it,” he replied, leaning back in the chair, never taking his eyes off your face. At your expression of rejection, Tommy rolled his eyes and took the glass from your grasp, brushing his fingers against yours and drinking it in one gulp. “It isn’t poisoned, see? I just want you to try it and give me your honest opinion.”

You had learned the hard way not to drink or eat things offered by strangers, more specifically if those strangers were fairies. One could never trust them. However, you had already ruled out the possibility of Tommy being a fairy, right?

"Okay, I'll try it."

Tommy poured another glass and slid it in front of you. You took a small sip and hummed softly.

"Well?" he asked, putting out the cigarette in the ashtray.

You shrugged. "It's sweet, I suppose," you said unconvinced. "I don't drink regularly, so I don't know. It's not bad."

"Not bad..." he murmured.

You grabbed the bottle and turned it in your hands, looking at the label. "Gin," you read aloud, "distilled for the eradication of the seemingly incurable sadness... Shelby Company Limited, it’s your own gin?"

"It's part of the business," he explained as he sipped his whiskey.

As you finished the contents of your drink, a sudden wave of warmth spread through your chest, so you rolled up your shirt sleeves. That night you had discarded your shadowhunter gear and had decided to wear a simple white shirt and trousers. You loved wearing pants, it made fighting much easier than a dress or a skirt.

Actually, from a distance you could pass for a boy or a young man. If you had worn one of those peaked cups, you could infiltrate among the Peaky Blinders and they wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. Up close you couldn’t fool anybody. Tommy was delighted in the way the pants hugged your waist as well as the dark runes spread throughout your body, barely visible through the thin fabric of your shirt.

"Do you like horses?" he asked suddenly.

You watched him with a raised eyebrow and nodded slowly, finding the question quite odd. "When I was little and lived in Idris, we had a horse. I used to ride all the time, it made me feel like Boudica. Why do you ask?"

Tommy shrugged. "Have you ever been to the races?"

After seeing you shake your head, he slapped the table cheerfully. He seemed to be in a good mood. "Tomorrow I'll take you to the races. Wear something nice."

“Alright,” you agreed, laughing softly at his enthusiasm.

He sat closer to you, throwing an arm over the back of your seat. You suppressed a smile, men were so easy to read sometimes.

"So, you don’t ride anymore?" he asked after a while. The tips of his fingers began to brush against the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

You heaved a long sigh. "No. Unfortunately, I had to move to London a few years ago and it's not the same. In Idris I used to live in the countryside, where I could ride freely, here I feel like I'm in a cage. Everything is grey, smokey and smells bad."

Tommy laughed. "I don't really understand what you mean about Idris but it sounds like a good place. What made you come to London?"

You looked into his eyes, he seemed genuinely interested. Still, you looked away, focusing your attention on your hands.

"I'm a Nephilim, remember? A Shadowhunter," you saw Tommy nod out of the corner of your eye, "although we're all over the world, because there are demons everywhere, our home country is called Idris."

“I’ve never heard of it,” he commented, sitting a little closer to you.

"Of course, because it is non-existent for mundanes. It is located between Germany, France and Switzerland. Mundanes cannot access it, it is our sanctuary," you explained. "Years ago my parents were sent on a mission, it seemed like something routine and simple but they were ambushed and it didn't end well. They..."

Finishing the sentence wasn’t necessary because Tommy had understood. He squeezed your shoulder gently. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

You looked at him with a frown. "Don't be sorry, that’s how life works. We are warriors, we must fulfil what has been entrusted to us since our creation, keep the Earth free of demons. Most Shadowhunters die young, that's how it is. We have been trained for it since we were children."

Tommy seemed surprised at the sudden vehemence of your words. Out of the blue, your face had become a hard facade, lacking the typical sparkle of amusement in your eyes. Instead, it seemed to have been replaced by a layer of grief and resignation.

"They sent me to the London Institute to finish my training there and I stayed. I had nothing to return to in Idris," you said with a sad smile on your lips.

He closed the little space that separated him from you and pressed his lips against yours. You closed your eyes, tasting tobacco and whiskey. Then, you reached up and placed your hand on the back of his neck, where his hair was so short that it was barely there. Tommy grabbed your waist, pushing his tongue deeper in your mouth.

As you began to feel your crotch getting wet, you pulled away from him with a soft whimper and held his sharp jaw in your hand. “At what time will we meet tomorrow?" you asked in a whisper.

“Meet you here at five,” he muttered, staring at your lips hungrily. You released him, connecting your mouths again.

An overwhelming feeling started to grow inside of your chest, so you got rid of his hands on your waist and stood up with fluid movements. You grabbed your coat and leaned to give him one last kiss. “See you tomorrow, Tommy.”

"Stay a little longer," he pleaded softly, trying to catch his breath.

You shook your head. A small smile threatened to peek at the corner of your mouth. It didn’t reach your eyes though. “I better get going, my night is not over yet,” you said, walking out of the room into the crowded pub.

Tommy remained there as he watched you disappear without looking back.

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i love ur modern peaky blinders au, please do more!! (if u wanna)

This has made my day and probably my whole week 😭

I really like modern AUs so there will be more. Thank you for reaching out and for your kind words!

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When the darkness comes | Tommy Shelby x shadowhunter!Reader - Part 3

Summary: you are a shadowhunter investigating the sudden rise of yin fen in the Downworld, the trail leads you to Small Heath and a blue eyed gangster. A/N: English isn't my first language, sorry if there are mistakes! Warning: nothing. Part 2

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Following Thomas around wasn’t giving you any extra information, he seemed to be nothing more than a mundane man. Given that your encounter in the alley had been a bit awkward, to call it something, it was time to take action and step into his life.

You got up and dressed nicely in your regular clothes, no shadowhunter gear this time. It was important to appear normal, you thought, as you grabbed your coat and stepped into the foggy street.

The Shelby Company Limited building raised in front of you, the view wasn’t any special. You took the opportunity to straighten a lock of hair and make sure that your weapons were well hidden under your dress. With your best smile, you entered the building, heading to Thomas’s office. It wasn’t difficult to find, he was the owner after all.

A dark haired woman who might be his secretary looked up at you as you stood in front of her desk.

“I want to see Mr. Shelby,” you said, smiling politely.

She looked you over from head to toe and rolled her eyes. It made you feel a bit insulted but you tried to ignore it.

“Do you have an appointment?” she asked reluctantly, perhaps a bit annoyed, as if she already knew the answer. Or as if this weren’t the first time that an unknown woman came to see her boss unannounced.

You ran a finger across the wooden surface of the desk. “No,” you admitted, looking down. "But I'm sure Mr. Shelby will make an exception for me.”

“Sorry but I can't let you see him without an appointment. Mr. Shelby is busy, he probably won't be back for several hours. I can see if he has any free appointments next week…”

“No, thank you”, you cut her mid sentence and turned around to leave. The skirt of your dress fluttered gracefully as you left under her narrow eyed stare.

Of course it couldn’t be that easy.

Once outside in the street, you looked for a quiet and hidden place. The first empty alley would work perfectly. You searched in your purse until you found your stele and rolled up the sleeve of your coat. After making sure that no one was watching, you drew a glamour on your forearm. The burning sensation was quite comforting.

Without hesitation, you resumed your way to the building with the difference that this time no one turned their heads to stare at you.

You walked past the secretary's desk without her noticing your presence, as expected, and carefully turned the doorknob to Thomas's office. It was closed. With a sigh, you took out the stele again and drew a mark on the door surface. Immediately, the lock gave way under your hand. Carefully, you opened it enough to get in without drawing the secretary's attention.

Then, you drew a mark on the door again, closing it, as if nothing had happened.

The office was empty.

You inspected every surface, the room was richly decorated. Since you had no idea of how long it would take Thomas to come, you took your time exploring every corner until you finally took a seat in the chair behind the dark wooden desk, placing your coat on the side. You took off your glamour and looked through the mess of papers scattered in front of you, business, business, nothing incriminatory.

But it made you smile, the chaos on the desk reminded you of your own mess in your small apartment. At least you had something in common with that man. Given that you didn’t find anything interesting that could help to clarify any of your research, you leaned back, making yourself comfortable, prepared to wait.

After a while, you heard the secretary's voice greeting Thomas, as well as his deeper voice. You bit your lip expectantly as he inserted the key into the lock and entered the office, without noticing your presence at first. You watched him hang his dark wool coat on the rack, completely unaware.

“Good morning, Mr. Shelby,” you greeted cheerfully.

He jumped and turned to look at you with his blue eyes wide open. Within seconds, his gun was pointed at you.

It made you frown.

"Really?" you complained, clicking your tongue. "Why do you have to point that thing at me every time we see each other? I already told you it's not polite, Mr. Shelby. I don't like it at all.”

Thomas stared at you in disbelief. He lowered the gun and ran a hand over his face, looking exhausted. “What are you doing here?” he asked quietly.

You shrugged. “I just want to talk with you and make something clear.”

He stood by the bottles and poured himself a glass of what seemed to be whiskey. Slowly, you got up, making sure that he was watching every move of your body. In fact, his blue eyes wandered over your figure shamelessly.

Thomas got closer to the desk, walking around it until he sat behind, feeling the warmth you had left on the chair. So you must be real after all, he thought, still watching you.

On your behalf, you hadn’t moved. You sat on his desk crossing one leg over the other, letting the hem of your dress rise up a little more than what would be decorous for a lady. But you were no regular lady.

You stretched your arm, showing him your dominant hand, more specifically, the back of it. Thomas grabbed it as if by instinct, it seemed that he was going to kiss it but he just held your hand in his, still frowning as he scrutinised your face. His hand was warm and wide, calloused too, and his grasp was firm. Almost as if he were trying to make sure that you were made out of flesh and bone, not some sort of illusion created by his mind.

“I’d like to try something. What do you see, Mr. Shelby?” you asked, pointing to your hand with your eyes. He followed your gaze as he caressed your fingers absentmindedly. There was your first mark, as well as every other Shadowhunter’s first rune, like black ink in the shape of an eye. The Voyance rune. It helped seeing the Downworld.

After a few seconds in silence, his eyes grew wider and he cleared his throat. “It’s the tattoo of an eye”, he muttered, stroking the black rune with his thumb. You stared at his face in order to find any sort of recognition but there was none.

You caressed the pale skin of his wrist with your fingertips. “Don’t you know what it means?”

Thomas shook his head, not letting your hand go. Again, it was as if just by holding it in his bigger one, it could make him believe that you were real.

“I don’t even know what all this means” he said, gesturing at you with his free hand. “Am I losing my mind?”

His words made you sigh sympathetically. “No, you’re not.”

You leaned forward, stopping a few centimetres away from his face. Being so close, you could smell the whiskey he was drinking and the faint scent of cigarettes. His blue eyes fell on your lips for a second before jumping away.

“Are you even real or just a demon on a mission to torture me?” he asked, barely audibly. You smiled and caressed his lips with yours before leaning back, resting a hand on the desk behind you.

“I’m no demon Mr. Shelby. Quite the opposite, the blood of the angel Raziel runs through my veins” you confessed. He seemed puzzled, like someone who is not understanding a single word. “A Nephilim, a demon hunter. And this is not a tattoo, it is a mark which helps me fight. Well, it’s more complex than that but for now I think that’s enough for you Mr. Shelby. I have more though” you said, pulling the hem of your dress up.

You placed your stretched leg on his lap and immediately he traced the intricate shapes intertwined all over your skin, some were as black as the night, those were the most recent ones, while others were starting to fade away and some remained like old scars, almost invisible on your skin.

As his hand wandered over your leg, he noticed the muscles under the fascinating shapes of the runes, the same way that he had noticed your scarred knuckles and your callous hands. Definitely, you were no ordinary person, at least not like anyone else he had met before.

His hand started moving up your thigh but you grabbed his wrist with a strength that surprised him, stopping him from reaching up any further. A couple of centimetres more and he’ll touch the dagger that you kept attached to your leg just in case. You didn’t want him finding it out and thinking that you were planning to kill him or something, which would probably lead to him pointing that stupid gun at your face once again.

“So you are an angel then” he questioned, raising an eyebrow. He was now touching your calf, it felt good to have someone, even a stranger like him, touching you like that.

You shook your head. “Not exactly, a Nephilim. That’s what I am” you repeated, tilting your head to the side. “What about you?”

Thomas gave you a questioning look and lit a cigarette. He smoked in silence and you observed him. He was something to see, this close. It made you feel something funny in your belly. Focus, you reminded yourself. A dear friend of yours, a warlock named Magnus Bane, had told you once that blue eyes and dark hair were the most perfect combination, or something like that. You couldn’t remember his exact words but right now, you couldn’t agree more.

“What do you mean?” he finally said.

“Are you a mundane? What can you tell me about your parents, Mr. Shelby? Did you meet them?”

He let out a cloud of smoke and shrugged, looking down. “I met them, yeah. There’s nothing to tell, they’re dead.”

“I’m sorry to hear that” you whispered softly. He nodded without looking at you and squeezed his eyes with his hand.

“It’s alright,” he said.

What he didn’t tell you was that his mother used to see things, and that she ended up drowning herself. Now he was seeing things too and the idea of losing his mind was frightening him. He needed to stay clear, for the family, for the business. He shook his head and sighed.

The door opened abruptly, hitting the wall. All the sudden noise was accompanied by strong footsteps.

“Tommy! We have a problem with the ships, we need you down there… Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you were busy”

You recognised that voice. It was Thomas’s brother, Arthur. You turned your head to look at him over your shoulder while taking your leg out of Thomas's hands, pulling your dress down and pretending to be ashamed by the interruption. Arthur had a big smile on his face, he reminded you of a kid who knows that he shouldn’t be laughing but still finds the situation amusing.

“I’m not busy, Arthur. Tell me, what is it?” Thomas changed his position in the chair, completely ignoring your presence. As if you weren’t there at all. As if he couldn’t feel the warmth irradiating from your body or smell your sweet scent.

Arthur made a dismissive gesture with his hand, still smiling. “Don’t worry Tommy. We’ll take care of it later, it wasn’t that important.”

Thomas noticed Arthur’s eyes on you and frowned. You bit your lip, trying to hide your amusement.

“Something else, Arthur?”

He seemed to doubt. “Uh, no, I’ll let you two alone.” Arthur turned around and left the office, closing the door behind him.

Slowly, Thomas turned to you. “Did he see you?”

You nodded patiently. He frowned even harder than before, grabbing his head with both hands. “I don’t understand it. How? I thought I was the only one, that they couldn’t see you.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder. The poor man was almost having a meltdown. “Because I am a Nephilim and I can use marks to make myself invisible. Regular mundanes can’t see me but some have the Sight, they can see the Downworld” you explained quietly, moving your hand up his neck. “I’m not wearing a glamour right now, that’s the name of the mark that makes us invisible, that’s why he saw me.”

He remained in silence, with his face buried in his hands.

“You said that your aunt could see spirits,” you recalled and he nodded. “Do you know if she can see something else? Has she ever told you stories…?”

Thomas let out a bitter laugh. “Those are just superstitions, gypsy stories.”

You got up from the desk and grabbed your coat, taking a few steps away. “But Mr. Shelby… Don’t you know that all stories are true?”

He stared at you with a softer expression. “Tommy,” he said. It took you a second to realise that he was telling you his name.

“Y/N,” you said, smiling widely. “I’ll see you around, Tommy.”

Turning around, you headed out of his office. When his secretary saw you she seemed taken aback, a puzzle expression replacing her previous annoyed one, clearly not understanding when or how you got into Thomas’s office.

“Have a nice day” you told her as you passed by her desk.

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His secretary | Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader *

Summary: you are Tommy's secretary. After you make a mistake he decides that you deserve to be punished. You can't wait for it. A/N: this was inspired by the movie Secretary (2002), which is one of my favourites. I might write a second part soon. Warning: this contains smut * so if you are a minor, don't read this. Get away from here. English isn't my first language, sorry for the mistakes!

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“Y/N” Tommy called. When you looked up you saw him frowning at you.

"Yes, Mr. Shelby?"

"Come to my office" he ordered before disappearing into said place without bothering to check if you were following him. Of course, he knew you'd show up soon.

You stood up, smoothed out the imaginary crinkles in your dress, and walked around your desk to head towards your boss's office.

"What's wrong, Mr. Shelby?" you asked, standing in front of his desk.

Tommy was sitting with a glass of whiskey in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. He wasn’t looking at you, instead, he kept staring at whatever was written on the paper sheet. You recognized it instantly, it was one of the letters he told you to write that morning. You rubbed your thighs together in anticipation and tried to suppress the smile that threatened to appear on your face.

Your boss placed the letter on the wooden desk so you could see it and took a sip of whiskey. “What is this, Y/N?”

You bit your lip. "It is the letter intended for Mr…"

He hit the wooden surface with the empty glass causing a loud bang and looked at you. "This is fucking bullshit," he said quietly.

"Mr. Shelby, I don't know what you mean," you replied, feigning innocence in your wide eyes.

"I hired you because you had experience as a secretary. But this..." he said, pointing to the ink on the paper, "you've spelled half the words wrong, do you think I can send this thing to someone? They're going to think I have a brainless monkey writing my correspondence."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shelby. I didn't realise," you whispered.

"What am I going to do with you, huh? Any of my brothers could have done it better."

"I don't know what to say, I'll try to do better next time, if that's okay."

Tommy leaned back in his chair and crossed his hands over his midriff, as if he were thinking about what to do with you, like he said.

"You deserve a punishment, don't you agree?"

Swallowing, you nodded, trying not to seem too eager. "Yes, you are right, Mr. Shelby. I deserve to be punished and learn to pay more attention from now on.”

Tommy stood up and slowly moved towards you, like a feline approaching its prey. Little did he know that he was more like a fly about to fall into the seducing trap of a carnivorous plant. He stopped next to you, so close that you could feel his breathing. He caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers before stepping back and clearing his throat.

"Since we both agree, lean over the desk and rest your forearms on it."

You did it just as he told you, leaning over the cold surface. From that position you couldn’t see him but you noticed Tommy positioning himself behind you, almost touching your buttocks.

His warm hand slowly travelled from your neck, sliding between your shoulder blades, to your ass, where he stopped giving it a quick squeeze. A chill ran down your spine. Without warning you, his hand slapped your ass. You jumped at the sudden stab of pain as you tried hard not to let out a moan of pleasure.

Tommy grabbed the hem of your dress and lifted it until your skin was exposed from the waist down. He caressed the area where he slapped you over the thin stockings before hooking his fingers into the waistband and sliding the soft fabric down your legs.

His hand cupped your crotch, making your clit swell against his calloused fingers. "I've barely started and you're already dripping," he murmured, his voice hoarse.

You let out a soft moan, grinding your hips to feel the friction against his hand. He rubbed your clit through your underwear making you whine. "I'm this wet for you, Mr. Shelby."

He made a satisfied sound and removed his hand, depriving you of his warmth. Then, he bent against your body, leaning down to reach for the letter and placed it in front of your face, his growing erection pressed against your rear end.

"Read it aloud" he indicated. When you started to read Tommy in turn began to spank you rhythmically.

You were having a hard time concentrating on the words even though you had written them yourself. The sensations grew in intensity. Hearing Tommy behind you as he breathed heavily was taking you to the limit.

After losing count of how many times you had read the letter, you leaned your forehead against the desk and closed your eyes while Tommy worked on spanking you over and over again.

Clenching your thighs again, you tried to feel some pleasure on your aching pussy, to no avail. “Please, Mr. Shelby…”

He didn't stop. "Please, what?" he asked, pretending to be disinterested. He himself was on the verge of cumming just from seeing how wet your panties were.

"I need… more. Please," you whined, squeezing your eyes shut and panting.

“I see,” he said, leaning over your back to grab your throat with his strong hand. "You want to cum, huh?"

You sobbed against the desk, drenching the letter with tears of frustration. "Y-yes, I need it, p-please."

Tommy cleared his throat, letting go of your neck and turning away from you. You remained bent over the desk, somewhat dazed for a few seconds. Then, you raised your head to look at him questioningly, opening and closing your mouth several times, but the words didn't seem to want to come out.

"Fix your clothes and your appearance, this is a serious, legitimate business. We can't give a bad image, huh? Now, get out there." Tommy ordered, walking around the desk. His erection was more pronounced than before but as soon as he sat down it disappeared from your sight. "I want you to rewrite the letter, this time without mistakes."

You gave him a look of disbelief as you stood up and put your clothes back in place. The soft fabric of your stockings stung as it rubbed against the sensitive skin of your butt. "Are you serious? Do you really want me to leave?"

Tommy looked at you with a raised eyebrow and lit a cigarette. "That’s what I said, innit? I told you that you deserved a punishment and here you have it, you’re not cumming. You screwed up the letter on purpose, Y/N, and this one was important. Now go out there and write the letter again, okay? I’ll see you later and I hope this time there are no mistakes."

You grabbed the letter without even looking at him and clenched it in your fist. As you turned to leave his office he called out your name, making you stop. You didn’t turn to face him, just waited there until he spoke. The least thing you wanted to see right now was his stupid and perfect face. The bastard for sure had a smug smile on it.

"If Mr. Solomons is outside, tell him to come in."

You nodded slightly and walked out, closing the door behind you. Mr. Solomons wasn't there yet, it was too early for his appointment, you were the one who scheduled it after all.

Your skin was burning so you tried to sit down carefully, hissing a bit at the pain. This time, it wasn’t accompanied by pleasure but by frustration. The tears rolled down your face, probably smudging your makeup but you’d worry about it later. You were angry and frustrated after being so close to the climax, almost able to touch it with your fingers and all of a sudden, gone.

Putting a new sheet of paper on the typewriter, you started writing the letter again. When you had only a paragraph left, a familiar face appeared at the entrance and walked towards your desk.

“Good morning, Mr. Solomons,” you greeted him politely, showing your best smile. The man scratched his beard and nodded.

"It's a good morning, yes it is."

"Mr. Shelby is waiting for you, you can come in now if you want" you said, looking at the closed door of Tommy's office. He hadn't got out since your encounter a while before. You wondered if he had been touching himself in the meantime.

"Are you okay, love?" Mr. Solomons asked you, leaning down to get a better look at your face. "It seems like you've been crying, yeah, is it because of Tommy? I'm sure I'd cry too if I had to see him every day, right? I don't know how you put up with it, honey. Every time I have to talk to him, you know, and it's necessary for the business, it makes me want to shoot him in the face, you see."

A giggle escaped your lips. There was something about Mr. Solomons, maybe it was the way he spoke, although half the time you didn't understand what he was saying but you couldn't help but feel better every time you talked to him.

"I'm fine, thank you. I'd like to shoot him sometimes too, maybe in the balls but don't tell him," you confessed quietly, smiling wider.

The door to Tommy's office burst open, both you and Mr. Solomons turned your heads to look in that direction. Tommy stared back at you with his cold blue eyes narrowed.

"Y/N, I don’t pay you to make small talk. No more mistakes, do you understand?" He snapped, you nodded slightly and rolled your eyes, turning away so he wouldn't see you. Mr. Solomons noticed this and laughed. "Alfie, come on. I don't have all day."

Both men disappeared inside the office, leaving you alone with the typewriter. You finished the last paragraph, and there, on the last word, you let your finger hit the wrong key.

Oops.

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The older I get | Shelby family x sister!Reader Modern AU

Summary: after being away for years, you must return to Small Heath to face the loss of a beloved one. But, will you be able to forgive the past and leave it behind? A/N: English is not my first language, sorry in advance if something makes no sense. Warning: death of a family member, angst. Words: 3.1k

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"Y/N? Honey, are you still there?" Lizzie's soft voice echoed through the phone.

"Yes, thanks for calling," you said, fighting back the urge to cry. "Hey, why hasn't he called me?"

Lizzie sighed tiredly. "He's busy with work. Besides, he wanted someone else to tell you in case you didn't take it well."

"How the hell am I supposed to take this?" You asked with anger filling your veins. It wasn't Lizzie's fault and it wasn't fair to take out your frustration on her but you couldn't help it.

"I know," she conceded, "but you know your brother, he's having a hard time. Everyone's having a hard time."

Despite the lump in your throat, you nodded. Of course you understood but that didn't make you feel any better. Your Aunt Polly had just died and you had to find out through your brother's ex-wife.

"Thank you for taking the time to call me, see you tomorrow, well in a few hours," you hung up the phone and threw it hard against the mattress, it bounced several times before falling to the floor. The noise that the device made when it hit the ground resonated like an explosion in the silence of the night.

The tears you had been holding back rolled freely down your cheeks. You fell down on the bed, burying your face in the pillow and letting out a choked sob.

It was too late to go to Birmingham, or too early, depending on how you looked at it. In a few hours you would take the first train so you could attend the funeral. You weren't sure what scared you more, facing the reality that Polly was gone or being in the same room with all your siblings again after seven years apart.

Since you couldn't fall asleep in the remaining hours until dawn, you packed some clothes and personal items, not many because you didn't plan to stay in Birmingham for too long, and tidied up your room. Cleaning would keep your mind busy.

The train ride was a fucking nightmare. Despite it being so early, your car was full of people, people with children who couldn't stop screaming and running between the seats. Wasn't anyone capable of teaching their children some manners? The boy right behind you had been kicking the back of your seat for more than twenty minutes, the damn thing.

Taking a deep breath, you rested your head on the window as you watched the landscape and tried not to think. The soft rattle of the train rocked you as if trying to comfort you. However, it was not that simple. Memories of your childhood in Small Heath flooded your mind, some of them good, some others the kind you would have liked to banish from your memory. The kind of ones that made you take the decision to put some distance between you and your family in the first place.

Finn and you, as twins, were the youngest with a considerable age difference compared to the rest of your siblings. Due to family problems, your parents had always been absent from your life, so your Aunt Poll practically raised you as her own. Polly was the closest thing you had ever had to a mother figure.

Your childhood and adolescence weren’t easy. Deep down you felt bad for thinking like that, you knew that your older brothers had had it worse while your father still lived with them, but still. As a teenager nothing seemed fair.

It was all screams and arguments, a house immersed in violence. Aunt Polly began to drink more and more, Arthur only thinking of his drugs or who knows what, which caused more fights. When the shouting started you used to run to your room and close the door, getting into bed, covering your head with a blanket and listening to music at full volume until your ears hurt.

And then you prayed just as Polly had taught you. You prayed that you would fall asleep and wake up with another family, a normal family where no one screamed or came back in the middle of the night beaten up and covered in blood.

You wiped away the tears falling down your cheeks with the back of your hand as you noticed a little girl staring at you.

"Why are you crying?" she asked in a squeaky childish voice.

Before you had time to make up any excuse a man who must have been her father spoke out loud, clearly making fun of you.

"She broke up with her boyfriend, right, pretty face?"

The look you gave him could rival Tommy's. No one would hesitate to say that you were a Shelby. Slowly, his smile faded from his face and he looked away embarrassed, grabbing the girl by the arm to make her return to her seat.

When you finally got off the train, your eyes were swollen and your nose was red from crying. You took a couple steps through the station and then stopped. Who were you looking for? You didn't even know if anyone was going to pick you up.

“Y/N!”

Turning around, you looked everywhere trying to find who was calling you. They could be calling someone else but the voice was too familiar to be a mistake. And then you saw him, a few metres from the entrance, greeting you with his arm and a huge smile.

"Hello, Isaiah," you said with a small voice. He wrapped his strong arms around you in a tight hug and you buried your face in his chest, a position similar to the one you two shared the last time you said goodbye.

"How are you?" He asked when you stepped away but he immediately rolled his eyes. "Sorry, that was a stupid question."

"It's okay, I'm fine. What about you?"

He shrugged. "Great, given the circumstances. I have the privilege of picking up and bringing home the princess of Small Heath," he joked, winking playfully.

You hit him on the arm, of course not hurting him. You followed him only to stop next to the car, he took your bag and put it in the trunk. Once inside, Isaiah pulled out and placed his cell phone on your thigh. "You can choose the music."

The ride was quiet, both of you listening to your favourite songs and humming or making up the lyrics from time to time, like when you were teenagers and ran away from home along with Finn.

"Why did you come to pick me up at the train station?"

Isaiah glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, not really taking his eyes off the road and remained silent for a few seconds. "Why, am I not enough for you?" he joked, in an attempt to light up the mood.

"I won’t hit you because you're driving" you murmured, he laughed softly. "My brothers, why have none of them come? I know Ada was busy with the kids, she texted but they haven’t even talked to me.”

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I don't know. You should talk to them about that. You've been away for many years, they've changed."

You nodded silently. It had started to rain. "Sure. Thanks for coming to pick me up, Isaiah."

He squeezed your leg. "You know I'll always be there for you."

The rain was now pouring fiercely as a reflection of your current mood.

Everything in the house screamed Polly, every corner reminded you of your childhood. It would always keep fascinating you how a simple scent could bring you back in time so easily. Blinking rapidly, you tried to clear your cloudy sight. Ada stepped in front of you, hugging you and murmuring comforting words in your ear and you leaned into her. You had missed her so much in the past few years.

As a little girl you felt devotion towards your only sister. You wanted to spend time with her, sometimes you stole her make up and she ended up mad at you because of it. The rest of the time she just pushed you away, not wanting to babysit you. Back then you thought it was unfair but now you understand, Ada was a teenager and she wanted to go out with her friends and her boyfriend, not staying at home with two little kids.

However, as you got older, it was more and more common for your sister to call to include you in her life.

"Will you stay with me and the children? Hey, Y/N. Are you listening to me?"

You looked at her worried face and nodded. “Yeah, thanks Ada. I don’t want to spend more time here than necessary.”

Ada rubbed your arm as she gave you a sympathetic look. “I know, dear. Have you seen the others? Or Polly?”

Your heart jumped against your ribs with fury. “No, not yet.”

“Y/N!” Arthur called out, striding towards your direction. He stopped a step away from you, undecided whether to give you a hug or not. He looked thinner than you remembered. Actually, he looked older. You were the one who stepped forward and hugged his slender body. He reciprocated right away, burying his face in your hair and sobbing.

“It’s okay, Arthur” you whispered against his chest.

Taking a step back, you stared at him once again, mentally thanking that he wasn’t the one picking you up from the train station. He was a total mess.

Somehow, seeing your older brother like that sent a pang of guilt directed to your guts. Arthur used to be energetic, fierce and chaotic, but this man in front of you was nothing like that. He seemed like he needed a warm blanket and a cup of tea, and maybe sleeping for a couple days without worries.

“Arthur, why don’t we go and talk to Lizzie?” suggested Ada, linking her arm with his and pulling him away. He smiled at you with his blue eyes filled with tears and reached to grab your hand but Ada didn’t let him do it. “Let's give Y/N some space, alright?”

You had been holding your breath without realising it. As soon as they left you alone you let out the air, feeling your lungs deflate. Throughout the house you could hear children screaming while playing, unaware of the sadness that filled the air. They were your nephews and nieces. Mostly John’s kids. You wondered if he was a good father now. When you were ten years old he used to make you watch horror movies such as The Exorcist or It, and then he laughed when you cried terrified at night.

The lump in your throat became more noticeable, you needed to get out of there.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Finn and Isaiah talking quietly to Michael and a blonde girl you didn't know. Avoiding crossing glances with them, you headed to the kitchen looking for the door that led to the backyard. If you did, you would have to stop and talk to them, exactly what you didn't want to do at that moment.

You weren’t expecting to see Polly’s coffin in one of the rooms so you turned your face away when you walked by its door, almost running until you reached the knob of the door that led to the backyard and turned it, opening the door and stepping outside. The chill wind helped to cool down your feverish cheeks.

After closing the door behind you, you leaned against the cold wall, eyes closed, trying to calm yourself down.

I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, you thought, placing a hand over your heart. I'm sorry for not saying goodbye to you, Aunt Polly, for not taking time to tell you how much I loved you. I was angry with all of you. I'm sorry, I promise to think of you and to not forget your name. Polly. Elizabeth Gray.

Letting out a choked sob, you opened your eyes. You didn't know if Polly was able to hear you, wherever she was now, but you sincerely hoped that your message would reach her somehow.

Someone clearing their throat made you jump. To your right, leaning against the wall just like you was Tommy, taking long drags on a cigarette, as if his intention was to suck the life out of it. "Damn Tommy, you scared the hell out of me! What are you doing here?" you yelled at him, brushing your hair out of your face and furiously wiping away your tears.

He shrugged and let out a puff of smoke. “Same as you.”

His voice was deep and hoarse, like if he had been crying. He used to be really close to Polly and now that you thought about it, it made sense. Just like Arthur, his appearance surprised you.

In your memories Tommy was a young man with his freckles and blue eyes, the dark hair slightly curled at the ends when he let it grow and an encouraging smile that he only reserved for you and your siblings. That was the brother who taught you how to ride a bike and how to swim in the canal, how to take care of horses during the summer breaks and the one who used to tell you stories with funny voices whenever you couldn’t sleep at night.

There was almost nothing of that brother in the man in front of you. Tommy was old. It had been around seven years since you moved away to go to university but time had hit him hard. He was in his forties now and his hair was turning grey in some parts, the wrinkles much more noticeable as well as the deep dark circles under his eyes.

He threw the remainder of the cigarette on the floor and looked at you thoroughly, as if he were analysing you from head to toe. A mix of emotions crossed his face but you weren’t sure to be interpreting them correctly, such as a slight panic, a bit of sadness and finally something similar to approval.

“You look good,” he stated, “how is school? Everything alright?”

Your eyes filled with tears once more but this time you didn't hold them back. All the rage that had been growing inside of you since Lizzie called you a few hours earlier came out freely. “I’m not in school anymore Tommy, I’m a PhD student and I’m writing my fucking thesis so don’t talk to me as if I were a stupid child.”

He seemed taken aback by your sudden anger. “It wasn’t my intention to make you feel like that” he apologised before clearing his throat, raising an eyebrow, “but if you haven’t noticed, you’ll always be a kid to me.”

Tommy didn’t let you say anything back, continuing with his speech. He wasn’t looking at you, instead, he stared at some point far away in the distance.

“When you were born I was the first to hold you in my arms. You were so tiny, I could carry your little body with both my hands. Finn started gaining weight so damn fast but you didn’t and we thought you’d never make it” he pursed his lips as you listened in silence, although you had heard him telling you this story many times when you were younger. “Every hour we had to feed you a bottle of formula and it was no bigger than my finger” he pointed his index finger in front of you as a measurement. “It seemed like a toy. But it worked, just look at you now.”

He turned to you and wiped your tears with his callous hands.

"Tommy, why didn't you tell me Polly was so sick?" you asked quietly, grabbing his wrists.

"You knew she was sick."

"Yes, but not enough to..." To die, you wanted to say, but the words got caught at your throat.

Your brother sighed and when he looked at you again, he seemed more tired than ever.

"I didn't want to worry you unnecessarily. You have your life far from here, you yourself wanted it that way. Your priority is your studies, let me finish," he said, pointing a finger at you authoritatively. "What happened to Poll was so sudden, none of us expected this to happen and it has been a hard blow for everyone."

“I didn’t say goodbye to her,” you muttered.

Tommy held you against his body, hugging you tightly. “Me neither.”

You looked up at him, scrutinising his face. The rim of his eyes was red and his bottom lip trembled a little despite his attempt to hide it. He seemed somehow fragile.

“Oh, Tommy,” you whispered, throwing your arms around his neck and letting him bury his face on your shoulder. You felt the wetness of his tears as you caressed the back of his head. “Next time something like this happens, let me know. Call me and I’ll come. I’m not a kid anymore, I’m part of this family too and I can help. You don’t have to go through stuff on your own. Alright?”

As he nodded slightly with his face still pressed against your shoulder you felt the sudden realisation that you had been mistaken most of your life. All you wanted to do was run away from your family in order to be happier, thinking that they wouldn’t need you after living through your whole childhood feeling like a burden, like someone whom they had to take care of.

For years you had hated them because it seemed that they enjoyed being miserable day and night, continuously fighting with each other… you never stopped to think about the reasons behind all those arguments or their actions. But you were older now and life had taught you that we are all humans and we all make mistakes.

Now everything was different. For once you were the strong one, able to stand by their side to support them. This bunch of sad and broken people were your family and they needed you just as much as you needed them.

Sometimes it was better to put some distance in order to see things from a different perspective, to heal, you realised as you held the shadow of the man who used to be like a hero to you during your childhood. At the end of the day you would always come back to the place where you belonged. The only thing you regretted was not figuring it out sooner.

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Scaredy Cat | modern!Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader

Summary: your boyfriend and your cat don't get along, they hate each other. When you have to travel for work and there is no one else to take care of your cat except for Tommy, you can't help but worry. What will you find when you return?

Warning: mentions of past animal abuse (not anymore), the cat gets sick, Tommy swears as usual, etc. If some of this might trigger you, don't read. There are mentions of smut but no real smut.

A/N: English isn't my first language, sorry if there are mistakes!

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Tommy was very good with horses. Sometimes, just to tease him, you liked to call him 'Horse Whisperer Tommy'. He didn't find it funny at all. The truth is that he didn't get along so well with cats.

At least, this man was incapable of getting along with yours. And it was funny because most of the time he reminded you of an angry cat himself, the rest of the time too, being honest. Sometimes, when you were on the couch watching a movie with Tommy lying on your chest and you scratched the back of his head right where his hair was shorter, you would swear you could hear him purring, melting under your touch.

Your cat liked to make things difficult. The first time Tommy stayed over at your house, the cat took the space on the bed between the two of you, making it clear which was her territory and that you were hers. Every time he tried to get closer to you he was met with an outstretched paw that pushed him to the opposite side of the bed. You thought it was funny, he not so much. When you woke up you found Tommy's suit jacket full of orange hairs, crumpled on the floor. To this day the jacket still had traces of cat hair.

Moreover, how could you forget the day when Tommy was working on his laptop from your house and the cat bit the corner of the screen? Needless to say, Tommy couldn't continue working on whatever he was doing, which pissed him off so much, because the device stopped working. Your cat spent the rest of the day with a satisfied expression on her round face.

The rest of the time, the poor creature just hissed at Tommy every time she saw him. Eventually, she ended up accepting that neither of them were going to disappear from your life. At least you hoped it wouldn't happen in a long time.

From the bedroom you heard your boyfriend talking, his deep voice too low to understand his words. You assumed that he would be talking on the phone, always busy with work, even in his sleep he kept mumbling meaningless phrases.

You headed to the kitchen, after a long day at work you couldn't wait any longer to have dinner. Your cat appeared out of nowhere and began to walk between your legs, creating infinity shapes and wrapping her long tail around your calf. You bent down to scratch her belly when she leaned on the floor in the middle of the kitchen.

"You're so cute," you said in a childish voice, earning a sideways glance from Thomas, full of resentment.

"Cute my balls," he spat.

The cat looked at you with her eyes wide open, as if she were asking you ‘did you hear what he said?’ You jumped to your feet and put your hands on your hips, looking at Tommy with a raised eyebrow. "May I know what's the matter with you?"

“Your cat, Y/N,” he muttered, turning to you with his hand in front of his face. On the back of it was a deep cut, no, it was a scratch. "Look what the evil’s spawn has done to me."

You glanced at the cat one last time, she looked back at you and licked her paw innocently. Letting out a sigh, you took Tommy's hand in yours to inspect the wound.

"What have you done to make her do this?" you asked cautiously.

He responded with a huff. "Nothing. She came out of nowhere and jumped at me with her claws out."

You nodded in silence and began to disinfect his hand. Your cat was like that, she didn't like men. Actually, she only liked you. Sometimes you wondered if her bad attitude was due to her previous owners, who didn't treat her very well. The thought of someone mistreating your cat filled you with sadness as well as anger. Fucking bastards.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, to him and to her, a tinge of sadness in your voice which didn't go unnoticed to Tommy.

When you finished covering his scratch with a bandaid, Tommy grabbed you hand in his and gave it a loving squeeze before continuing placing the food on the dinner table.

You had always liked animals, when you were little you weren’t allowed to have pets because your brother was allergic to them. So, the moment you got a job in the city and moved out on your own, the first thing you did was go to the nearest shelter to adopt a kitten.

That was the initial idea, to bring a small cat home and raise it. However, when you saw the sad eyes of the orange cat watching you from inside her cubicle, you had the feeling that you were predestined to end up together. She was already an adult cat at that time but that didn't matter to you.

At the shelter they briefly told you that her former owners, whoever they were, had mistreated her and left her abandoned, half dead in a garbage can. A homeless man searching through the trash found her and took her there, where she was taken care of until she luckily recovered. You couldn't be more grateful to that stranger who cared enough to rescue her. Unfortunately, two years had passed since then and no one had wanted to adopt her.

She instantly won your heart. You took her home and named her Cat, like Holly Golightly's cat in Breakfast at Tiffany's. Plus, both of them looked alike. Of course, Tommy complained that it was a ridiculous name for a cat, similar as if he called one of his horses Horse.

A couple of weeks after the scratching incident with Tommy, you were notified that you had to travel to another city for a week on behalf of the company you worked for, which was great because it gave you the opportunity to explore new places. The disadvantage was that your cat was old and had to take a pill every day, for life. You didn't trust anyone to leave them in charge of such a task, but not going on the company trip would mean losing the opportunity to receive a promotion in the coming months. You didn't know what to do but you had an idea.

That night Tommy was going to visit you, so you would make him a suggestion.

After having dinner, Tommy and you started kissing passionately. Everything with him was very intense. His warm, calloused hands ran along your sides under your shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps over your soft skin. Your fingertips scratched the shaved sides of his hair and he let out a moan, pressing his lips harder against yours, never breaking the contact.

You were starting to feel his bulge growing against your crotch, so you moved your hips against him, enjoying the friction. Now you were the one who let out a moan of pleasure.

“Fuck,” he murmured, burying his face in your neck as he panted. "Can't you make her leave, or at least make her stop staring at me like that?"

You looked at him slightly confused, following his gaze to the cardboard box where Cat was lying with her head resting on the edge of it, watching you without blinking. It didn't matter how many beds you bought her, none could beat the cardboard box. Rolling your eyes, you placed a hand on your boyfriend's face and caressed his sharp cheekbone, trying to get him to focus on you again.

"Just ignore her. Look at me," you said softly, kissing his jaw.

Tommy pulled away from you and sat on the sofa, running a hand over his face. "I can't, love. She's looking at me, killing my mood." He shrugged, looking sick.

You sighed, mentally saying goodbye to any possibility of Tommy fucking the hell out of you. "How bold she is, daring to look down on the great Thomas Michael Shelby."

He gave you a wide eyed look before frowning. "Are you making fun of me? Hey, where do you think you're going? Taking the beast to another room?"

"I'm going to get some water."

Once in the kitchen you took a couple of deep breaths, gathering the courage to talk to him. It was your opportunity to convince him to stay with Cat. You returned to the living room and sat next to him, crossing your legs on the sofa.

"Tommy, do you remember my work trip?"

He looked at you with a blank face for a few seconds until a spark of knowledge shone at the back of his eyes. "Yes, you're going away for a week. Is that right?"

You nodded, biting your lip. "Can I ask you a favor?"

His expression changed to one of suspicion. Usually you didn't ask for things, you didn't hesitate, so he knew you were about to ask him to do something he wouldn't like.

"It depends".

"You have to come in the morning to feed Cat, but not too much because she eats it all and gets sick," Tommy opened his mouth to complain but you were faster, placing the palm of your hand over his lips before continuing. "At night you come back and give her the pill with a bit of soft food, you have to pay attention and make sure she has swallowed it, okay? Also, change her water, because when she has it for more than a day she won’t drink it."

He gave you a small kiss on the palm of your hand. You removed it and looked at him through your lashes, expectantly.

"Anything else?" he asked, feigning boredom. You smiled. It had been very easy, you hadn't even had to convince him.

"Yes! You have to clean up her cat litter."

The day of your trip, you left everything ready so that when he arrived at night, Tommy would find things easily.

He opened your apartment door and stuck his head in doubtfully, there was no sign of the furry little beast. He was having flashbacks to the last time he stayed over, when Cat started running around the house making weird noises as if she was possessed by Satan himself. Tommy still felt chills remembering how the cat jumped into the bedroom moving sideways with her tail twisted while she howled. You couldn’t stop laughing, used to see your cat doing that almost every day, but Tommy kept saying that he witnessed a demonic possession that night.

But at that moment there were no howls or strange noises. In fact, everything was quiet. One of those silences that he had experienced so many times in his life before. The kind of silence that does not bode well. Tommy squared his shoulders, he wasn't going to get carried away by his superstitious ideas. It was just a cat. He would come in, give her the pill and some water, and then he would leave. Fast and clean.

As he approached the corner where the hallway turned to the left at a ninety-degree angle he stopped. Your cat liked to hide there before jumping like a lion hunting for its prey on Tommy's legs. He still had the scar from the last bite, he didn't want to take another one.

This time he was prepared. With a quick movement he stood on the next section of the hallway. But there was nothing. Frowning and feeling a bit ridiculous, Tommy walked through the house looking for the little beast until he found her lying on the sofa.

The cat was curled up in a ball, her head resting on the armrest. Only her green eyes moved following Tommy's movements as he approached her. She seemed kind of off and Tommy couldn't help but feel a tinge of empathy.

“Do you miss Y/N too?” he asked out loud. The cat blinked weakly. "This place feels weird without her around, huh?"

Tommy didn't know what to expect, some kind of reaction or something. The cat remained still, staring at the wall. He gave her one last glance, shrugging and heading to the kitchen. You had placed a note on the refrigerator door with more instructions, attached with a magnet in a miniature version of the Eiffel Tower that Tommy brought you from Paris.

He ran his fingertips over your handwriting, thinking. He was going to take you to France the next time you had holidays. The rest of the refrigerator was covered with polaroids of you smiling at the camera, the two of you together, you with your friends and family... and the cat.

'Ah yes, the cat.' Tommy remembered, turning around.

The food and water bowls were full, as if she hadn't touched them all day. That was strange, the feeling of something not going right increased. Grabbing a clean bowl, Tommy put some soft food in it and inserted the pill, completely camouflaged, before placing it on the floor in front of the sofa.

"Eat," he indicated authoritatively.

He was a man used to being obeyed in everything, everyone did except you. You were the only one who could handle him like a rag doll and he wouldn’t complain. There was no doubt that this cat was yours, she didn't even look at the food.

Tommy grunted, losing his patience. He grabbed the bowl with one hand and the cat with the other, pushing them together as much as he could. The animal did not resist, after a few minutes a third of the food was gone, including the pill, but she refused to swallow more. "As you wish," he murmured, leaving the remains of food next to the other bowls.

When he looked into the small laundry room where you had the cat's litter box, his heart skipped a beat. Everything was a mess, the floor was full of poop and vomit.

"Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath. Then he returned to the living room, ready to give the cat the reprimand of her life but stopped short. He hadn't noticed before but there were also traces of vomit on the living room floor. "Shit."

Just then his phone started ringing. Your name appeared on the screen. He cleared his throat and answered.

"Hello Tommy" your voice sounded happy although somewhat tired. "How are you doing, honey?"

"Good. I gave the pill to the beast, don't worry. Are you okay?" He spoke as fast as he could, trying to move the conversation away from the cat.

"Yeah, it's a little boring you know, all day in meetings and now they want to go to have dinner but I don't feel like going. I haven't been able to call you all day, as you can see I haven't stopped.” You let out a small laugh. ”Hey Tommy, thanks for taking care of Cat. It means a lot to me. I have to go, they came to pick me up. I love you!"

You hung up the call before he could say anything back. Leaving the phone on the coffee table, he walked into the balcony, feeling the cold wind against his skin.

Tommy leaned on the balustrade as he lit a cigarette, smoking slowly. You didn’t like him smoking inside the house, or smoking in general, but that was his problem and you couldn’t change it. This way the balcony became his territory. Once he finished, he went back inside, closing the door behind him. The last thing he needed was the cat jumping out the window.

He started cleaning everything the best he could while debating whether to call you again and tell you everything, that something was wrong with your cat, or try to fix it on his own. Yes, he would do that better. Tommy was a man of resources, he wasn't going to ruin your trip and worry you if he could take care of it.

After making sure everything was clean and the cat had food and water, he left your house, relieved that he wouldn't have to spend another second alone with that animal.

When he returned the next day and found both the food and water intact, he headed to the living room, where Cat was still lying in the same position as the day before. He felt his soul leaving his body.

Tommy swallowed and sat on the couch next to the cat. He approached his hand slowly to touch her soft fur, expecting the cat to hiss like she always did when he got too close to her. That would mean everything was fine. But that didn’t happen, the feline's only reaction was shuddering and letting out a pitiful whimper so soft that if he hadn't been sitting next to her, Tommy wouldn't have heard it.

Shit, shit, shit. He covered his mouth with his hand, his brain working at maximum power. He had to do something. Being aware of how important that cat was to you, if something bad happened to her... he didn't even want to imagine your reaction.

Without wasting another second, he dialed May Carleton’s number, the veterinarian who sometimes treated his horses. After explaining the situation, she told him to bring Cat into the clinic to take a look at her. Tommy picked up the cat in his arms, wrapped in a blanket, and held her to his chest like one does when cradling a baby. The poor thing let him do it, too weak to complain.

The drive from your house to the clinic was frantic, Tommy drove like a madman and once there he skipped the line in the waiting room, entering directly and leaving the bundle on the metal table. "Thomas, you can't sneak in like this," said May while putting on a pair of clean latex gloves.

"It's an emergency," he said, pointing to the metal table.

The vet's expression changed from annoyance to concern the moment she laid her eyes on the poor creature. "Okay, Thomas. I'll take over from here, why don't you wait outside?"

It turned out that she had eaten some plant that's poisonous to cats. This had caused her intestine and some other organs to inflame, or something like that. At least they had discovered it in time to help her.

The first thing Tommy did when he got back to your apartment was throwing away all the plants. The second thing was not taking his blue eyes off from Cat for a minute during the next three days.

At the end of the week you couldn’t wait any longer to go back home. You called Tommy several times but he didn't pick up the phone. Every time you had talked to him in the past few days he always told you that everything was going great. You had a hard time believing it. In about twenty minutes you’ll be home and you could finally hug your baby Cat and take a shower, in that order.

You stopped at the entrance of your home, leaving the suitcase and your shoes next to Tommy’s. He's here after all, you thought. The lights were off, all of them except for the one in the living room. You walked towards there and what you saw made your heart fill with love.

Tommy was on the sofa, fast asleep. Curled against his side was Cat, sleeping too. She was holding Tommy’s hand between her paws. You covered your mouth with your hand, hiding your smile. They were too adorable. Never had you thought the day in which the two of them could get along would come. Seeing them sleeping together seemed like a dream.

You took your phone and started taking pictures of them. The next week you would print one to put it on your fridge door, a new moment to remember.

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Renaissance | teacher!Cillian Murphy x fem!Reader AU - Part 15

Summary: you are an Art History student in your last year at university. Cillian is your teacher. Note: in this story Cillian is about 20 years older than the reader. Everything happens in an alternative universe where he is not an actor or famous, he doesn't have a wife or kids like in real life. Also, English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake! Cillian Murphy Masterlist - Part 14

“I’m ready,“ you said as you walked into Cillian’s living room.

He lifted his eyes from his phone, a second earlier he seemed busy but now he stared at you in awe. “Wow, you look beautiful darling, turn around” he indicated, making a circular motion in the air with one of his fingers.

You turned awkwardly and bit the inside of your cheek with apprehension. “Don’t you think it’s a bit too much?” you wondered, touching the silky fabric of your dress, it was shorter and way more revealing than what you used to wear on a daily basis.

Cillian shook his head and stood up, pressing his hands to your hips as he pulled you into a kiss. “It's a New Year's Eve party, you look perfect. If you didn't have to go I couldn't keep my hands off you, Y/N.”

You put a hand on his chest and tilted your head to the side to look at him. “I could stay.”

He let out a small laugh, noticing your unwillingness to go. Placing a finger under your chin, he lifted your face and pressed your foreheads together. “Listen to me, Y/N. You are going to that party and you will have fun with your friend, alright?”

“I’ll try to, but I can’t promise that I’ll enjoy it” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

With one last peck on your lips, Cillian pulled apart and grabbed his keys. He would drive you to the party to make sure that you and Olivia arrived safe. Both of you were fine with it, after all, she knew about you and Cillian, plus you wouldn’t have to worry about the transport.

You sent a quick text to Olivia telling her that you were waiting outside of her apartment. A few minutes later, she opened one of the back doors and got into the car. You smiled at her from the passenger seat but before you could stop her, she had leaned forward and was hugging you. Then, she turned to Cillian, almost contorting like a circus acrobat, and hugged him too, pressing her cheek against his.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Olivia! Happy new year!”

He seemed a bit taken aback by her energy and you couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. “Sure, nice to meet you too.”

He waited until she settled with her seatbelt on to start the car. The ride to where the party would take place was smoother than what you expected, although it made sense. She was an art student as well, of course she had a lot to say. Cillian parked and turned to look at you.

“Call me when you feel like going home and I’ll pick you up, it doesn’t matter what time it is.”

You nodded, he had told you that same thing many times. Then he looked at Olivia and repeated it. She giggled and winked at you when he looked away.

Almost everyone there were Fine Art students, Olivia knew most of them as the social butterfly that she was. In the blink of an eye someone had wrapped you in a golden tinsel garland. Olivia grabbed your hand and took you to the dance floor, where you two danced among the tide of bodies. You found yourself laughing and having fun after a couple shots of tequila and the collective celebratory atmosphere that filled the air.

As Olivia disappeared to talk with some of his classmates, you scanned the crowd, recognising a familiar face. A few steps away there was Martha, Brad’s girlfriend. She was staring at you too but when you waved with your hand at her she just frowned. Her reaction surprised you. As far as you thought, your relationship with her was cordial, you two weren’t friends but you got along. You couldn’t remember if she was involved in the Brad incident, but you hadn’t seen her in months.

Martha approached you as she pushed people away and grabbed your arm, dragging you to a less crowded part where you could talk without the loud music blasting in your ears.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, pushing you against the wall. "Did you come for Brad?"

You shook your head, confused at her words and the sudden hostility. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Martha. I’m here with Olivia.”

She let out a bitter laugh. “You're not fooling me, you're nothing more than a whore. You would crawl after my Brad like the stalker you are, you even forced him to leave the apartment.”

"I don't know what you're talking about, Martha. I don't know what lies your boyfriend may have told you, but it's not true. From every ten things that come out of his mouth eleven are lies, you should know it by now. I didn't do anything, he left because he wanted to and he didn't even tell me in time to look for another place. Brad is all yours, I don't want to touch him even with a two metre long stick" you spat, raising your voice. “I guess he didn’t tell you what he tried to do to me against my will but if I were you, I’d be repulsed just to let him touch me”.

The familiar sting of the tears flooding your eyes made itself present, as well as the warmth of rage taking over your senses after remembering everything that had happened with Brad in the last months. And behind all of that, a deep sadness.

“You are lying,” she said, her voice a little unsure.

You shook your head once more. “I don’t have a single reason to lie to you, and don’t put your hands on me again.”

“What’s going on?” both of you turned to see Brad standing there, he fixed his sunken eyes on you. “Y/N, you are here”. The colourful lights made him look like something taken out of your worst nightmares.

“Not for much longer” you whispered, trying to get away from them. When he attempted to grab you, you screamed at him, the tears finally rolling down your cheeks. “No!”

He stopped in place, seemingly startled. Without looking back, you ran into the crowd searching for Olivia. It didn’t take you long to find her making out with a guy. You stood next to them awkwardly, not wanting to interrupt and waiting for them to finish. When she noticed you standing there, she pushed the guy’s face away and held you by your shoulders.

“Did something happen? What’s wrong?” Despite her slight drunkenness, she seemed concerned. Olivia wiped away your tears with her thumbs, trying to fix your makeup a little. "You look like a sad panda bear."

This made you cry harder, you leaned into her and clenched her dress in your fists as she hugged you back. The guy whom she was kissing started to complain but she just rolled her eyes and ignored him.

“I’m going home, Oli. I don’t want to be here anymore, I’m sorry.”

She let out a disappointed sound. “I would like to stay longer, do you mind if I don’t go back with you?” Olivia knew what you thought about leaving others alone at parties, moreover if they were a young woman and alcohol was involved.

You sniffed. “Are you going to be okay?”

This made her giggle. “You are the one who came out of nowhere crying and you ask me if I’ll be okay?” She looked at the guy sideways and bit her lip, leaning over your ear, “I think I have it under control, don’t worry Y/N.”

After that, you texted Cillian to come and pick you up. In the meanwhile, Olivia and the guy, who ended up being quite nice, waited with you in the street as you summarised your encounter with Brad and Martha. They reminded you of two guardian dogs making sure that no one bothered you. When Cillian’s car came into view, you turned to your best friend and hugged her.

“I’m sorry for making you come tonight, Y/N. I had forgotten that Brad’s girlfriend was in my class, if I had known that he was going to be here tonight…”

You stopped her, placing a hand on her arm. “You are not the one who needs to apologise, Olivia. Enjoy the rest of the night, alright?”

“Yeah, you too. Don’t overthink too much.”

Getting into Cillian’s car felt like being in a safe space, it was warm and smelled so clean… you let yourself sink into the seat after putting on the seatbelt, all of that without saying a word to him. Something you liked about Cillian was the fact that he was so perceptive, when you didn’t feel like talking, he would give you space to let you vent at the right time, when you were ready.

He had seen the makeup running down your face mixed with tears and it made him worry but he didn’t want to worsen your mood or make you feel even more uncomfortable. So he placed his hand on your thigh and gave you a little squeeze just to let you know that he was there for you. You didn't think you'd be able to look at him without crying again, so without taking your eyes away from the window, you caressed his hand as if you were saying I know.

The drive back to his house was quiet. The moment he opened the door you rushed to the bedroom and ripped your fancy dress off, as well as your heels and makeup. Cillian waited, leaning on the door frame, carefully watching every move you made. When you were changed into your pyjamas he wrapped you in his arms, pulling you up until your feet didn’t touch the floor anymore and carried you to bed.

He placed you gently on the mattress before lying next to you. “Should I ask about the party?” he asked softly, his voice no louder than a whisper. You shook your head. “Okay, I won’t do it then.”

After some time you had calmed down enough, so you asked quietly. “Cillian, do you think I am a whore?”

He grabbed your face and made you look at him, inspecting your wet eyes. He seemed annoyed, not at you but at whoever who had made you think such a thing of yourself.

“Of course not. Who called you that?”

You shook your head again, with silent tears rolling down your cheeks. Cillian wiped them before they reached the pillow. “Nobody, it doesn’t matter anyway. Can you just hold me?”

He did, cradling the back of your head with the palm of his hand as you buried your face in the crock of his neck. He left tiny soft kisses on your hair while humming softly until you fell into a pleasant dream. Cillian was your safe place, as long as you had him there, nothing could harm you.

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I've made this moodboard for my fic When the darkness comes, which is a Thomas Shelby x Shadowhunter!Reader.

More than a decade ago, one of my aunts suggested to me reading The Mortal Instruments because she thought that I would like it and she wasn't wrong. I loved it. Back then I was younger than the main character and now, years later, those books are still part of my life.

Said aunt passed away not even a month ago, and I'm truly sad. I never got the chance to tell her what the Shadowhunter Chronicles meant to me and that I will always be grateful for such recommendation.

I don't want to be overdramatic but everytime I start writing a new part of this fic I can't help thinking of her and getting emotional, which makes writing quite complicated.

This being said, I want to say thank you to every person who read the two posted parts and liked them, it means a lot to me, now more than ever.

I'll update it soon.

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Please don't say you love me | young!Cillian Murphy x asexual!fem!Reader

Summary: on your graduation night, your best friend Cillian tells you that he likes you, but he doesn’t know that you are asexual. A/N: this fic is kind of personal, maybe not the typical Cillian x Reader that I usually write but I’m really proud of it. I hope someone likes it! As always, this story is set in an alternate universe in which Cillian is single and not an actor. I respect his private life and his lovely family. English is not my first language so there may be some mistakes, sorry! CILLIAN MURPHY MASTERLIST

When you were a little girl, you used to play moms and dads with your classmates. That was it, a game. It meant nothing to any of you. You were just a bunch of little kids innocently imitating adults while playing with baby dolls.

As a teenager, everyone around you started dating and exploring their sexuality. Everyone except you. Whenever they asked you if you liked someone, you forced yourself to lie, saying that you were madly in love with the most popular boy in your class.

During that time you began to doubt your own sexual orientation. Maybe you didn't like any boy because you didn't like boys, as simple as that. But when you looked at the girls your reaction was the same, most of the time you felt nothing and other times you just appreciated their beauty. As with most paintings displayed in museums and art galleries, it was enough for you to admire them from the distance, never wanting to get closer and touch them.

It wasn't until you started university that reality hit you. Everywhere you looked, your friends had a boyfriend or girlfriend, if they didn't, they were looking for one. You hadn't thought much about it until your family started asking when you were going to introduce them to a boyfriend. Over time, the question was expanded to boyfriend or girlfriend, it didn't matter anymore.

You were almost nineteen years old when you had your first kiss. It made you feel nothing. Nothing at all except repulsion. When does this end? Is he enjoying it? We've been kissing for a long time... Should I close my eyes? These were some of the thoughts that flooded your head as you continued with the kiss. When it finally ended, you only felt relief.

At least you had made something clear: you liked to be liked. Flirting too. In general, you enjoyed the previous moment, when you were getting to know someone and you knew for sure that they were attracted to you. With the difference that you stopped there, not wanting to take things further. There was no need to do that.

Nevertheless, as you entered your twenties, more than once you had found yourself doing things which you would have liked to avoid. When you kissed someone, you tried to keep your mind away from the act that was being carried out, almost disassociating yourself from reality. You tried not to think about the amount of germs and bacteria that were passing from their mouth to yours. After that, you never spoke to them again because they always wanted more from you, and you weren't up for it. You didn't want to give it to them.

The simple act of being touched with the evident intention of taking you to bed made your stomach turn. You felt like grabbing a cheese grater and running it all over your skin until it was red and raw. Maybe that way the disgusting sensation you had would disappear.

One day you were assigned to a work group to carry out a uni project, that's where you met CIllian. He had always been in your class since you started your degree but you had never spoken before. He turned out to be a nice guy and you had a lot of things in common with him so before you knew it, you two had become best friends.

Cillian was funny and handsome, one could even say he was beautiful. He had the bluest eyes you had ever seen in your entire life and his voice made your insides melt. If someone asked you what Cillian meant to you, you would have described him as your soulmate. You could talk for hours without getting bored of each other, listen to him ramble about his favorite music or get philosophical theorizing about the meaning of life while looking at the stars.

Sometimes you thought that if things were different, maybe you could be together. Deep inside, you knew that Cillian was the one but just thinking about it made you want to cry.

The day you graduated was a turning point in your relationship. After the boring delivery of diplomas to each of the graduates and the even more boring speeches by some of your classmates, you were finally free. Your class had organised a party for all the students, the last one that all of you would attend, so that's where you went.

With your head about to burst and your feet bleeding where the strap of your heels rubbed them, you grabbed Cillian's arm and leaned into his ear. "I want to leave, I can't stand another second, my feet are killing me."

He looked down and frowned. "Take the shoes off."

"I'm not doing that, Cillian!" you complained, punching his shoulder. "I'm leaving".

"All right, whatever you say. Let's go!"

There was no need to talk to make the decision to go to your apartment. Your roommates had left already and you only had a couple of days left. All your belongings were packed, ready to move. Halfway there you gave up, sitting on a curb in the middle of an empty street and stretching your legs out in front of you. Cillian watched you from above.

He pouted, pointing at your heels. "It's a shame that they hurt you, as pretty as they are. Just like you."

His comment made your heart skip a beat. Please no. "To show off you have to suffer, or so they say, I think" you muttered, ignoring the last part.

"You shouldn't suffer, Y/N. Here, get on," he indicated, turning around until he was facing away from you and leaned over so you could get on his back.

With a sigh, you stood up and limped towards him, grabbing his shoulders. Then, you wrapped your legs around his waist. His hands held your thighs but unlike other times when different people had done the same thing, his touch didn't make you feel sick. Cillian was looking out for you, not trying to take advantage of the situation.

You weren't aware of how close your faces were before he turned his head and spoke. "Are you okay? You've gone really quiet all of a sudden."

"Yeah, don't worry. I'm just tired," you said softly, resting your chin on his shoulder and breathing in his scent.

Cillian carried you the rest of the way to your apartment, only setting you down so you could open the door. Once inside, you took off your heels and threw them into a corner of the room.

"Better?" Cillian asked with a chuckle.

"Oh, you have no idea. Are you hungry?"

You got to work and in a few minutes both of you were lying on the sofa eating a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches. You saw Cillian staring at you, so you lightly kicked him on the leg. "What are you looking at, silly?"

He looked down and shook his head slowly. "Earlier, when I said you were pretty, I meant it."

“Okay,” you said, swallowing another bite of your sandwich as you brought your legs closer to your body.

Cillian finished his sandwich and turned to you. His eyes shone with the reflection of the moonlight filtering through the open windows. His beauty was breathtaking. After a few seconds in silence, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against yours in a slow kiss full of tenderness. It was as if his soft lips were able to caress your soul.

He pulled away, leaning back on the sofa and stared at the sandwich you were holding. You stretched your arm offering it to him and watched in silence as he ate.

“Y/N, would you like to go on a date with me?”

Your eyes filled with tears. "Of course I would like to, but I don't think it's a good idea," you said, holding back a sob. "It wouldn't be fair, Cillian. To you, because I can't give you more..., I don't want you to get your hopes up and then break your heart."

He frowned, almost as if he was trying to read between lines. "We can try".

You shook your head, hesitating between telling him the truth or keeping it to yourself. The last time a guy proposed to you and you told him you were asexual, he disappeared. But before doing so, he suggested that if you ever changed your mind you should let him know, as if it were that simple.

"I'm not interested in sex," you finally whispered. "I think you should go on a date with someone different, not me."

Cillian ran a hand over his face, understanding your hesitation, and held your chin gently before wiping away your tears. "Do you know that not everything in life revolves around sex, right? We can go to the movies, to a concert, out to dinner... we can do whatever we want. Even if we just talk, that's enough for me."

"But I..."

He cut you off, pulling you into his chest and hugging you tightly. You clung to his shirt, resting your head against him so you could hear the rapid beat of his heart.

"What I like most about you is your intelligence," he stated, his voice soft, not louder than a whisper, "you don't know how lucky I am to be able to have such a lovely person with a mind like yours by my side. You're also kind and beautiful, don't think that you're not, but honestly I don't really care about that. Now, Y/N, do you want to go on a date with me?”

You were torn between saying yes and accepting the consequences or saying no and spending the rest of your life wondering what could have happened if you had said yes. The kiss you had shared minutes before felt different from others, it was a kiss just for the sake of it, as simple as it was, without any ulterior motives. You knew for a fact that even if you said no to Cillian, he would always come back to you as if nothing had happened and listen to you talk for hours about anything and everything.

He poked your sides, tickling you and making you laugh between sobs. "Stop, Cillian!"

He stopped, observing your face just centimeters away from his own. Now that you paid more attention, you noticed that his eyes were red and filled with tears too. With a sigh, you rested your hand on the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in the soft hair at his nape, and pulled him towards you. Cillian put no resistance, letting himself be dragged into the crook of your neck, where you held him as you stroked his hair.

"Okay, I'll go on a date with you. But please, I'm begging you, don't ever say you love me."

Cillian chuckled and you you felt the vibration of his vocal cords against your collarbone. "Don't worry about that."

"I'm serious. If you say it, be aware that I'm not going to say it back, like… never. So don't mess up, silly Cilli."

“You’re silly,” he murmured, closing his eyes.

“Not as much as you.”

Cillian hummed in agreement. "I suppose I'm a silly boy who loves you."

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Renaissance | teacher!Cillian Murphy x fem!Reader - Part 14

Summary: you are an Art History student in your last year at university. Cillian is your teacher. A/N: in this story Cillian is about 20 years older than the reader. Everything happens in an alternative universe where he is not an actor or famous, he doesn't have a wife or kids like in real life. English is not my first language, sorry if you find any mistake! Part 13 * - CILLIAN MURPHY MASTERLIST

Before you realised it, the Christmas holidays arrived and you would only have two weeks before the final exams. It felt strange, how quickly time had passed. It seemed like it was yesterday when you started studying at the university as an eighteen year old girl and now you only had a semester left before graduating and being thrown into the real world.

But this year was different from others. For instance, you didn’t plan on going back home to spend the holidays with your family. You weren’t ready for your parents' judgemental comments on your studies or the constant comparison between you and your cousins, your aunt never forgets to tell everyone how successful they are. Not to mention your grandmother asking in the middle of the family dinner if you had a boyfriend, because it was time.

Just thinking of every possible question they could ask you gave you a headache. What could you say? Oh, sure, I have a boyfriend. He’s like twenty years older than me, and my teacher. You could imagine everyone’s reaction. That would definitely be too much.

So you decided to stay in the city, not going home and avoiding a bunch of uncomfortable moments. On the contrary, Olivia did return home, but she promised to come back on New Year's Eve to go to a party, she didn't stop insisting until you agreed to go with her.

When Cillian found out that you would stay alone, he eagerly suggested spending the festivities together. You couldn’t refuse, despite not being very fond of that time of the year, if you were going to spend the time with him, it couldn’t be so bad, right?

Now you were lying on his sofa, with your legs on top of his while he traced his fingers over your thighs with his eyelids half closed. He had covered both of you with a fluffy blanket and the typical Christmas movie was playing on the TV in the background, none of you really watching it, too full of delicious food to even try to move.

Looking at the Christmas decorations, you remembered that you had a gift for Cillian. You didn't want to break the feeling of tranquillity in which the two of you had fallen into but it was now or never. You untangled your legs from Cillian's grip and crawled out from under the blanket. A shiver ran through your body as you lost the warmth coming from the microcosmos that you both had created.

Cillian grabbed your hand and pulled you back down with him on the sofa. "Where are you going?" He mumbled sleepily.

"I'll be right back," you replied quietly as you caressed his cheek before running out to the guest room where you had left your coat and all the stuff you needed to spend a few days with him. You grabbed two bags and returned to the living room. Cillian had woken up a bit more, so he stared at you with a raised eyebrow. Suddenly, you were bursting with excitement and that made him smile.

Sitting next to him, you gave him one of the bags. “For you”, you said nervously, “I hope you like it. I know it’s not much but I thought you might like it.”

Cillian’s face was unreadable as he took out a flat object from the bag, wrapped in gift paper. From the shape of it, it was pretty obvious what it was, you couldn’t help but bite your lip expectantly as he unwrapped it. Then he looked at the vinyl record in his hands for a few seconds in which he remained silent. It was a remastered album by the Beatles, one of his favourite groups, as far as you knew.

You touched his arm when he didn’t say anything. “Do you like it? I think you can exchange it for something else if you don't, I must have the gift ticket somewhere...”

Cillian placed the vinyl record on the coffee table and grabbed your face with his big hands to stop your rambling. “I love it, thank you Y/N” he whispered before pressing his lips to yours. You relaxed under his kiss, letting all the tension wash away.

You could feel your cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink, it didn’t matter how much time had passed since the first time you shared a kiss with him, everytime he touched you he made you feel like you could burst in flames.

Cillian cleared his throat and pointed to the second bag. You grabbed it and took out a dog toy. “This is for Scout,” you told him excitedly. The black dog looked at you from his bed next to the window and wagged his tail. “Come here, baby. Look what I got for you “ you moved the toy in the air, catching his attention.

When he was next to you he leaned his head on your leg and sniffled the toy. Cillian petted his head and turned to you with a soft expression on his face. “I think he likes it” he commented as the dog grabbed the toy and walked back to his bed to lie down with it.

It was now Cillian’s turn to get up. He headed to the large bookshelves that ran along the entire side wall of the room and started looking for something among the books. When he found what he was looking for, he returned to your side and handed you a rectangular envelope. As you opened it, your hands started to shake a bit. There were two plane tickets to Florence.

“Cillian…” Your eyes started to fill with tears. Going to visit one of the most important cities of the Renaissance was like a dream to you, and Cillian knew it. He hugged you and pulled you to sit on his lap, where he rested his chin on top of your head. You stared at the tickets, the travel date wasn't until the summer, after the last semester ended. “Will we go together?” you asked, your voice thick with emotion.

He kissed the top of your head and squeezed you against his chest. “We can go together if you want, or you can give the second ticket to a friend. Whatever you decide, it’s your choice Y/N”.

You shook your head, leaning on him. “No, I want to go with you.”

Leaning your head back, you kissed his jaw. He tilted his head until your lips met again. You repositioned yourself on his lap, deepening the kiss as you moved your hips against his crotch, his bulge was growing for moments. When you broke apart for air, Cillian grabbed your thighs and stood up. You wrapped your legs around his narrow waist like a python and continued to devour every bit of his exposed skin with hungry kisses.

He carried you to the bedroom, where he dropped you on the bed and lied beside you. “Merry Christmas, Y/N” he whispered in a hoarse voice as he caressed your hair. You closed your eyes and got lost in the feeling of his hands wandering under your clothes.

Surely, you couldn’t imagine a better way to spend your Christmas holidays.

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Through the window * | Cillian Murphy x fem!Reader AU

Summary: Cillian is your neighbour. While you touch yourself, he watches.

A/N: this is fiction, not based in Cillian's real life. I respect his privacy as well as his family, I don't want to offend anyone. English is not my first language, sorry if there are mistakes!

Warning: smut *, do not read or interact if you are a minor.

CILLIAN MURPHY MASTERLIST | PEAKY BLINDERS MASTERLIST

Your day had been a tough one, so when you entered your flat that evening all you wanted to do was relax on your own. It was cold and dark outside. Lighting some candles and pouring a glass of wine was the second thing you did after taking off your office clothes, as you moved around your flat wearing only your underwear.

You took a sip of wine and sat on the sofa. The big windows in your living room gave you a perfect view of your neighbour’s living room. More than once you had found each other staring at your respective apartments, which both of you ended up looking for at the end of most days. That evening wasn’t different, from your spot on the sofa you saw his figure next to the window so you raised the glass in a toast. He returned the gesture with what seemed to be a bottle of beer. Despite not being able to see his face in detail, you could perfectly imagine his blue eyes roaming over your body.

Placing the wine glass on the coffee table, you slowly started to unhook your bra, resulting in your breasts running free. You ran your fingertips along your body, leaving a trace of shivers behind. What would your neighbour be thinking at the moment? He was engaged in the view, of course. He always was. Your fingers played with your nipples, tracing circles around the nipple areola and sensing the delicate flesh erecting. A familiar warm feeling was starting to spread through your body.

Panting slightly, you closed your eyes. Usually you had yourself and you focused on pleasure for pleasure's sake. That was all you imagined whenever you touched your body, just the act of doing it, and it was enough. A young and naked body enjoying your privacy.

Until one day you saw your neighbour watching you while you were at it and somehow, instead of creeping you out, it turned you on even more. Now it was your little routine, you played with yourself and he stared at you. Whenever you two crossed paths in the building you exchanged polite words and that was all, although deep inside, both of you couldn't hide the smile resulting of the thought of what you did almost every night.

His name was Cillian, that was all you knew.

Now, you descended with one of your hands down your abdomen until you introduced it under your laced panties while the other hand wandered lazily over your clavicles. You could notice your neighbour’s shape getting impatient, tilting his head to the side in what you thought might be an attempt to see better. Biting your lower lip, you took your panties off, throwing them to the other side of the room, and spread your legs offering a full view of your wetness.

With a small smile forming at your lips, you slid your fingers between your folds, opening your slippery entrance and introducing one finger, feeling your walls getting used to the sudden fullness. You rested your head on the back of the sofa and stroked your clit in a zigzag motion. As the pressure in your lower belly grew, you introduced a second finger, trying to reach further, imagining that it wasn’t your own fingers. You visualised your neighbour’s thick fingers inside of your clenching walls, caressing your clit as his mouth left warm and wet kisses all over your soft skin.

A moan escaped your mouth. You were really close. Opening your eyes lazily, you stared at the window and saw him. He was touching himself too, with his shoulders trembling with each stroke he gave to his dick.

The orgasm hit you with intensity, making you arch your back as it spread in waves of pleasure.

After a few minutes in which you laid on the sofa motionless, catching your breath, you got up and walked with shaky legs towards the big windows. Cillian’s blue eyes followed you and he smiled when you threw him a kiss. He licked his lips and nodded in your direction before you closed the curtains.

The next day you were on your way to work when you headed to the elevator but an unexpected presence made you stop in place. Cillian seemed to be paralysed too, with his finger almost pressing one of the elevator buttons and his eyes fixed on you.

“Hey, are you going down?”

He cleared his throat and stepped away, making room for you. “Yes, get in.”

When you got in, your shoulder brushed against his arm and the touch was almost electric. Then, you noticed the presence of a black dog sitting next to Cillian. The dog stared at you with his big eyes and the pink tongue hanging sideways. “Who is this good boy?” You asked smiling, your mood suddenly got better.

Cillian laughed. “His name is Scout” he said softly, without taking his eyes off your face.

You pet Scout and he wagged his tail happily. “You are adorable”.

The elevator doors opened and you stepped outside but Cillian stopped you placing a hand on your shoulder. You looked at him with your head tilted to the side.

“Uh, would you like to go get coffee or something?”

You gave him a wide smile. "Sure, you already know where I live. Let me know when it's convenient for you. I can't go now, I'm late for work” you told him quickly as you took a few steps backwards and threw him a kiss. “See you later!”

“Yeah, later”, you heard him say as you walked away.

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Renaissance | teacher!Cillian Murphy x fem!Reader - Part 13*

Summary: you are an Art History student in your last year at university. Cillian is your teacher. A/N: in this story Cillian is about 20 years older than the reader. Everything happens in an alternative universe where he is not an actor or famous, he doesn't have a wife or kids like in real life. Warning: smut*, don't read or interact if you are a minor. Also, English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistake! Part 12 - CILLIAN MURPHY MASTERLIST

You spent the week before the Christmas holidays studying in the library. Right after the holidays you had two weeks of exams and you were dreading it with your whole soul. Looking up from your notes, you rubbed your eyes. The fluorescent lights from the ceiling were starting to give you a headache. With a small sigh, you stretched in the chair making your back crack. The boy sitting in front of you stared at you with an annoyed expression.

So you put your things in your backpack and left the room. Your university library was wonderful, it had that academic and ancient aura that transported you to another time. It seemed like a labyrinth full of rooms that connected to other rooms, if it was the first time you entered you could get lost but it was part of its charm, wasn’t it?.

You headed towards the exit, passing tables full of students who had had the same idea as you. Once outside, you stood on top of the entrance steps, from where you could see the whole campus. The icy wind hurt your cheeks like little pins. After locating it, you walked towards the office building with determination, grateful for the warmth, and went up.

Cillian’s office had the door open, so you looked into it and saw him sitting behind his desk.

“Hey, are you busy?”

He looked up, his face lighting up the moment he saw you. “Come in,” he said, inviting you in with his hand, “close the door, please.”

You obeyed, not wanting to be caught by surprise together by some random student like almost happened last time. You placed your backpack on a chair and headed towards Cillian to sit on his lap, burying your face in the crock of his neck. He held you, tracing circles on your back.

“Is everything okay, love?” He wondered, a bit worried since you had been clinging to him for a while, without speaking.

You let out a small whimper, changing your position on his lap to look at his face with your arms now intertwined around his neck. “Yes, everything is fine. I’m just tired of studying,” you complained, rolling your eyes. Cillian smiled, kissing the tip of your nose, which was still frozen like an ice cube.

“You have little left to finish, it's your last year. A small last effort and you have it, you will see how it is worth it,” he encouraged you as he always did.

“I know,” you said, turning your head to the side to kiss his sharp jaw, “but it would be easier if my teacher could tell me what the exam is going to be like.”

He put his big hand on the back of your neck and pressed his lips against yours. You opened your mouth slightly to let him in, closing your eyes and focusing on the warmth of his tongue dancing with yours. You rubbed your crotch against his bulge, which was starting to grow. He let out a small moan and pulled away from you, pressing your foreheads together.

“What would your classmates say if they found out that I told you that?” he asked softly, caressing your swollen lips.

You shrugged. “I don’t care what they say, “ you whispered, “also, they don’t have to find out. They haven’t found out that we fuck, either. Everybody knows that I’m your favourite student, it won’t be a surprise if I get really good marks.”

Cillian frowned at the mention of you two being more than teacher and student but it disappeared the moment you slipped from his lap slowly, remaining between his legs and the desk.

You glanced up at him from behind your eyelashes and bit your lip, running a hand up his length through his pants. Cillian watched you with an eyebrow raised. He nodded slightly, encouraging you to continue.

So you unbuttoned his pants and freed his cock.

You laced your fingers behind his trunk and spread some precum over his glans, using your thumbs to gently caress it. He let out a whimper and leaned back in his chair, throwing his head back, getting lost in the feeling. As you continued stroking his tip in circular motions, you saw Cillian’s Adam’s Apple rising and falling.

The sight of Cillian enjoying your touch made you feel proud and wet. He looked down and caught you staring at him, so he reached and touched your hair tenderly. “So beautiful”, he murmured while panting.

Without taking your eyes away from him, you changed your hands position to grab his length. After a small squeeze that made him throb, you caressed his balls as you slid your fingers along his cock. Cillian gripped the arms of his chair tightly, thrusting his hips towards you.

You held the base of his cock firmly and left light kisses along his entire member. His moans of pleasure accompanied your movements rhythmically. With your tongue you licked his glans in circular motions once again, sucking softly from time to time. Cillian was close to cumming, his face was flushed and from the sounds escaping from his half open mouth, he was a mess. And it was all your doing.

So you continued, until you felt his hand brush your face to pull you away. And then he came, which made you gasp in surprise since you weren't expecting it like that. You leaned on his thighs as you watched his penis return to its natural size. Cillian absentmindedly stroked your hair for a few minutes until his breathing returned back to normal again.

You stood up and grabbed your backpack to look for a pack of tissues, taking one out and handing it for Cillian to clean himself. He was gawking at you, a small smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

“What?” You wondered, amused.

He sighed and shook his head. “Two essays with comments on a work of art seen in class by Donatello, Masaccio or Tiziano and thirty multiple choice questions. This is how the exam will be, I can't tell you more Y/N.”

“Thanks, Cill.” You kissed his cheek. “I was kind of joking when I asked for the exam, but it’s good to know.”

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When the darkness comes | Tommy Shelby x Shadowhunter!Reader - Part 2

Summary: you are a shadowhunter investigating the sudden rise of yin fen in the Downworld, the trail leads you to Small Heath and a blue eyed gangster.

A/N: English is not my first language, sorry if there are mistakes!

Part 1 - PEAKY BLINDERS MASTERLIST

Since your first encounter with Thomas Shelby, you had been following him everywhere, day and night. A week had passed and you could tell that the man was getting more and more paranoid each day, clearly aware that he was being followed. He even commented on it to some of his peers but they simply told him to relax.

From what you had been able to observe, it was clear to you that Thomas was not a vampire. You had seen him walking in broad sunlight and drinking alcohol although you had not caught him eating something solid yet. Also, you were almost sure that he wasn’t one of the fey despite being pretty enough to be one of them.

He didn’t seem to be a werewolf either, because many times you were able to see the shine of his silver cigarette box in his hand. Besides, at that precise moment you were watching him under the light of the full moon and he wasn’t showing any sign of changing.

At this point you still needed to find out if he was a warlock, a demon or just a mundane with the Sight. Despite Greater Demons often taking the form of handsome men wearing suits, which you did find quite funny, you were almost sure that it wasn’t the case here. So, warlock or mundane it was, but in order to figure it out you needed to see him completely naked.

Warlocks were the offspring of a mundane woman and a demon, and they always had a mark that indicated their true nature such a weird skin or eye colour, horns, claws, a tail, scales… but you couldn’t see any with him wearing so many layers of clothing. If he had a mark, it was well hidden.

You were in a narrow alley near the Garrison, so distracted thinking about how you were going to make him undress that you didn't notice the moment he disappeared from your sight. You returned to reality after noticing a presence behind you. Slowly, you turned around until you were facing Thomas Shelby, who was pointing his gun at your face.

"You're following me," he said through clenched teeth. It wasn't a question, he already knew the answer.

You looked at the way he gripped the handle of the gun, his knuckles white from the pressure, and shrugged slightly.

“Well, that’s true. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice. In fact,” you said, raising an eyebrow, “if I hadn’t gotten distracted thinking about… uh, something, we wouldn’t be in this situation right now”, you finished with a small smile.

He stared at you impassively with his serious face, like a cold mask. “Are you Russian?”, he questioned. You looked from his face to the barrel of his gun and back to his face. He seemed exasperated at your lack of response. “Italian? Why are you following me?”

“I was born and raised in Idris but now I live in London. I want to know more about yourself, Mr. Shelby, that’s all. Could you stop pointing your gun at me? I don’t think those are good manners”, you stated simply.

Thomas let out a hiss but never put the gun away. He seemed like a trapped animal and you didn’t doubt that he would shoot you if he wanted. With a sight, you slowly raised your hands showing him your palms in an attempt to let him know that you weren’t going to hurt him.

“I would like to talk to you, Mr. Shelby”, you said softly. “I know you’ve been sending yin fen to America, but do you even know what you are selling?”

His lips parted as if he were going to say something, you could almost imagine the hinges inside his head turning over and over again. And behind all that, a confused expression.

“What do you know about magic Mr. Shelby?” you continued without taking your eyes away from his blue ones.

“My aunt can talk to the dead and I could tell your fortune and charm dogs,” he said bitterly. You couldn’t tell if he was serious or messing with you.

Tilting your head to the side, you dedicated him another smile, this time wider. “Oh, I see. If I were you, I would speak a little quietly because they are going to think that you have lost your mind, talking alone in the middle of an alley and pointing your gun to the void.”

“What?”

A pair of footsteps were approaching, they were probably heading in the direction of the Garrison but at some point they would pass by the entrance to the alley and they would see you. Well, not you. Those who approached were talking in low voices, a man and a woman as far as you could tell. Her heels clicked melodically against the wet cobblestones.

When Thomas turned his head in their direction, you took your chance and jumped away from him with a series of fluid movements thanks to years of training. From the top of a roof a couple of buildings away, you watched the scene.

The woman asked Thomas what he was doing there. He was still holding the gun with his arm outstretched, pointing at nothing. When he realised that you had disappeared, he lowered the gun and rubbed his hand over his face in a dejected gesture.

“Don’t pay attention to him Ada”, said the man, who now you identified as Arthur. “Lately our Tommy has been acting like this, trying to convince us that he’s been followed. I bet he was talking to the ghost before we arrived, am I right Tommy boy?”

Arthur laughed but Ada seemed to be worried. She took a few steps and grabbed Thomas by the arm, pulling him out of the alley. “Have you been taking opium, Tom? Are you seeing things again?”

Thomas shook his head. After taking one last look at the alley, he let his siblings drag him to the Garrison.

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Renaissance | teacher!Cillian Murphy x fem!Reader - Part 12

Summary: you are an Art History student in your last year at university. Cillian is your teacher. A/N: in this story Cillian is about 20 years older than the reader. Everything happens in an alternative universe where he is not an actor or famous, he doesn't have a wife or kids like in real life. Also, English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistake! MASTERLIST - Part 11 - Part 13

You were one of those people whose mood was affected by the weather. And winter had finally arrived. The days were considerably shorter, with fewer hours of daylight and bone-deep cold. This morning when you woke up, you couldn't help but feel especially sad. Today was your birthday and you felt lonelier than ever in the last months. At least it was Friday and the week was almost over.

At that moment you were sitting in class, at your usual spot by the window. In addition to being bored as hell, you were freezing.

Your teacher was a very old man who spoke so monotonously that if you closed your eyes you could fall asleep. In fact, he was already retired but decided to return to the university to replace a sick professor. His methodology for teaching classes consisted of showing photographs of architecture taken by himself (forty years ago), while pointing with the cursor and saying: "this is that and that is this. Do you see it?"

You looked around, only to find about ten people spread throughout the classroom. They all had the same bored faces.

At this point in the semester, almost no one attended class, people preferred to stay home or go to the library to study for exams, or sleeping. That was what you wanted to do, go back to your small home where your bed was waiting for you and hide under the covers until the next day.

No one had wished you a happy birthday yet.

To make things worse, Cillian was gone. He had been away all week because he was invited to speak at a symposium in a different city; he would not return until Saturday morning. So you hadn’t seen him all week because all his classes had been cancelled as well as your tutoring sessions.

Once your teacher finished the lecture you picked up all your things and headed home without wasting time. At least you were close. After eating the first thing you found in the refrigerator, you resigned yourself to going out again even though you didn't feel like doing it at all.

Just before you grabbed the keys to leave, your phone buzzed. You checked it out of habit, just to see that Olivia had written you a long message wishing you a happy birthday along with a gif of puppies. You couldn’t help but smile at her effusiveness.

Maureen and Laura weren't there either.

That week the gallery was participating in an art fair so they left, leaving you in charge. Usually, with such small art galleries, having to go to a fair meant closing for several days but since you were there, at least they wouldn't stay closed for so long. Being left in charge made you feel mature, you could almost imagine yourself in a few years having your own art business. Although in reality, you weren't entirely sure of what direction to take with your professional career since research also caught your attention.

Only a couple of clients came in to pick up works they had purchased, and a few groups of fine arts students. They always used to walk through the gallery as if it were a museum but they never bought anything.

A couple of hours before closing Maureen called you to see how the afternoon was going, after wishing you a happy birthday, she told you that you could close early and go celebrate. You thanked her, although you wouldn't go anywhere this year.

After waiting for half an hour, you came to the conclusion that no one else was going to enter the gallery, so you followed Maureen’s suggestion and closed it. Instead of going directly home, you decided to stop at the grocery store and buy something pre-cooked for dinner. You didn’t feel like cooking after all.

Once in your studio, you lit some candles to make the atmosphere a little cosier in an attempt to feel like home. You breathed in the scent, it was your favourite smell. Then, you put on your pyjamas and heated up the food, sitting on the couch ready to watch a movie. Outside it had started raining, as a perfect reflection of your current mood.

Halfway into the movie your phone started ringing. You looked at the screen lazily only to find out that Cillian was calling. You picked up and brought the device closer to your ear.

“Hey”, you greeted him.

“How is my birthday girl? How was your day?” His voice caused a wave of warmth to spread through your chest.

“Fine”, you told him weakly, which he noticed.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

You sighed, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Yes, it’s been a tough week, that’s all. And today wasn’t much better.”

He seemed to think for a few seconds in which he remained silent. When he talked again, his voice was softer. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Shooking your head, you let out a sight. “No, I don’t feel like talking about it. Thank you though, Cillian.”

He hummed in response, understanding that you weren’t in a good mood. In an attempt to lighten up your spirits, Cillian started talking about his week, the conferences he took part of, he told you of the interesting ones thinking that you would have enjoyed them and the boring ones too. He even managed to make you laugh a couple times, although you didn’t respond with anything other than monosyllables.

“...and then I felt something on my shoulder and when I looked down I saw this old lady, one of the lecturers, and she was fast asleep leaning on my shoulder!” Cillian laughed at the other side of the line and you smiled.

“You are comfortable to sleep on, Cillian. Don’t try to deny it”, you joked. He huffed, amused.

“The poor lady was snoring, Y/N.”

“I feel kind of bad for her, that must have been a bit embarrassing.”

“Absolutely”, he agreed. “By the way, Y/N, I know you don’t want to talk about it right now but let me tell you that if you need to talk to someone about whatever, just know that you can call me. It doesn’t matter the time or where I am, just call me. Alright?”

Cillian’s sudden words left you speechless. A knot was starting to form in your throat. “Alright, Cill. Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me, Y/N. I love you, I’m here for everything you need, remember that. I’m going to bed, my train leaves early tomorrow morning. Sleep well, darling.”

“Good night, Cillian”.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

After hanging up, you realised that you were crying. Something as simple as a phone call had made you feel loved. More than ever during that week you wished that Cillian was there with you.

The next morning you woke up with more energy than the previous days so you decided to bake something. After looking for an easy recipe, you decided to make chocolate chip cookies. Everything was going as planned, the cookies were in the oven and the dishes were draining after being washed. All that was left was waiting.

The doorbell rang, giving you a micro scare. A minute later you heard knocking on your door.

When you opened it, the first thing you noticed were a pair of blue eyes crinkled at the corners the moment you appeared in front of him. Cillian was standing at your door, wearing the fluffiest sweater that you had ever seen. You let out a small scream of joy and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in the soft fabric of his sweater.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, hugging your body tightly. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, hugging in silence.

“I wasn’t expecting you, Cill”, you finally said smiling widely, with your cheeks slightly blushed.

“I told you my train left early, I can leave if you don’t want me here”, he said, erasing the smile from your face.

You frowned and grabbed his wrist, pulling him inside your home and closing the door.

“No!” You complained. “I didn’t mean that. I was just surprised to see you”, you started rumbling, making him laugh quietly.

He reached and caressed your hair. “I know, Y/N. I’m just messing with you.”

You let out a puff and sat next to him on the couch, legs crossed. Cillian put a large hand on your knee and gave it a squeeze. “Close your eyes”.

“Why?”

He gave you a look that said do as I say. “It’s a surprise, eyes closed now.”

Sighing, you obeyed. With your eyes closed you sensed his weight leaving the couch and positioning behind your back. You opened your eyes when something cold touched the base of your throat, a small ornament hung from a thin gold chain. You held it between your fingers delicately, it was beautiful.

You looked at Cillian, who was staring at you expectantly, crouching at the side of the couch to be at your height.

“So? What do you think?”

“Is really pretty”, you whispered, biting your lip.

“I have one too,” he confessed, showing you the matching chain. “I saw them in an antique store and thought of you.”

“Thanks, I love it.”

It really meant a lot to you, the fact that he thought of you while he was away. Even the way he was looking at you at the moment, with a glint of adoration, made your heart ache. You felt your eyes beginning to fill with tears, so you throwed yourself towards him and embraced his shoulders while inhaling his scent.

Cillian grabbed the sides of your face, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs before kissing you. When your lips parted, he whispered against your mouth.

“Happy birthday, Y/N”.

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