les sequelles - Cillian Murphy & Thomas Shelby

4. Magic

| Magic | Cillian Murphy x Fem!Reader | One Shot |

Summary: You're suffering from the most vile period you've had in months & it's right when Cillian returns from six months away, but soft!cillian is here to comfort you. 

 Warning: Fluffy soft Cillian which should always be a warning. Mentions of blood. Language. 

Request: By anon. - I would love something soft with Cillian? Looking after you on while you are suffering on your period. We all need this in our life.

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Cillian knew exactly when you were on your period, the little nose scrunches, deep sighs and the way you'd be grumbling about anything and everything

The first time you'd stayed over while on your period, he'd woke every time you did, you would check the sheets for any stains, how you'd be kicking the covers off your body to get some relief from the waves of heat.

He'd pull you into his side, his soft hands running slowly across your lower abdomen, asking if you needed anything, you'd sit up after a few minutes tying your hair off your neck because it was irritating you, pulling the too tight pyjama shorts off, so your stomach could be bloated without restriction.

Cillian would make sure you always had a stock of heat pads, tampons and bubble bath just incase you came round after a long day at work and just needed his care.

You'd protested the first time you went to the grocery store, he'd told you to stock up on the tampons and other things you needed, you'd told him it was fine, but he'd insisted, hell he'd even got a bin in the bathroom with the scented bin liners so you had somewhere to throw everything away.

He'd always have a freshly washed sweatshirt of his waiting for you when it was that time of the month, and if he was ever away he'd stock the fridge with wine and chocolate for those days you were in need.

When you woke up one morning and noticed the blood on his sheets, you'd jumped from the bed, tears pressing at your eyes as you rushed to the bathroom.

Cillian had simply got up, stripped the bed and put a wash on, leaving you to sort yourself out in the bathroom, remaking the bed, before he gently knocked on the door.

You'd allowed him to come in, feeling embarrassed by the mess you'd made, he was holding out a glass of water and two pain relief pills.

"Sorry" you mumbled not making eye contact with him, he'd knelt down in front of you lifted your chin with his index finger.

"Why are you sorry?" He had asked brushing his thumb over your tear stained cheek.

"I bled on your sheets that's disgusting" you frowned biting at your lip, he laughed lightly.

"It's a natural thing, y/n" he pulled you up as he stood, bundling you into his arms "I've sorted the sheets anyway, remade the bed" he dropped a kiss to the top of your head.

You'd smiled at him, cupping his face in your hands "Jesus Christ how did I get this lucky" you'd sighed hormones soaring into another wave of tears, he'd chuckled lightly pulling into his chest.

This month however he was desperately trying to stay out of your way, because whatever he done would make you huff in annoyance and he was always one huff away from laughing at how tragic but adorable you looked.

It was nice to have him back, have his presence in the house again after six months of it just being you, but it was just your luck that your worse period would happen the moment he landed back in Dublin after those six months.

Right at that moment in time his presence was enough to drive you mad, the way he was humming to the radio in the kitchen, clattering pans, your blood was boiling.

Then his head appeared around the door "going to the store do you need anything?"

Your eyes flicked up from your laptop, a frown buried deep on your forehead, he could feel the daggers "wine, chocolate and tampons please, if that's ok?" you asked "oh and a boyfriend who can be quiet" you snapped.

Cillian rolled his eyes, those stupidly beautiful eyes, leaning against the door frame a slight pout on his lips "I can go back to Manchester" he suggested.

You huffed out another breath "don't be stupid"

He was holding back a laugh, crossing the room to plant a kiss on your forehead "I'll be back soon, love you"

"Love you" you grumbled because no way would you let him leave the house without knowing that you did.

Cillian arrived back twenty minutes later "Cill, Cillian" you called from where he'd left you in the lounge.

You were curled on the sofa laptop away, tears streaming down your face "what is it what's wrong?" He was worried now, dropping the bags on the floor.

You sniffed falling into his arms "I watched a video on Instagram about-about..." you hiccuped hand curled into his T-shirt "about what love?" His eyes were darting around your face.

"About penguins trying to climb a icy mounting with its baby-oh god" you were a mess "it had to...to abandon its baby to survive and the baby was crying out for its mummy, trying to follow her"

You hiccuped "I don't think it survived" you almost wailed, burying your face into his chest.

Cillian had his chin resting on top of your head, biting at his lip to hold back the amusement "oh love" he cooed "I bought you chocolate" he added trying to cheer you up.

You pulled away from his chest "what kind?" You pouted.

He laughed this time, pecking a kiss to the tip of your nose "two kinds because you're in need"

All it took was those magic words and you were crying again, he was always so caring and you had spent the past two days snapping at him, but he'd still bought you two kinds of chocolate.

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From peakyscillian on Tumblr.