les sequelles - Cillian Murphy & Thomas Shelby

27. Daddy's Home

Summary: Cillian's been away filming for months, finally he's home. 

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smut & Dad!Cillian 

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Fem!Reader

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Cillian's arms were wrapped round your waist, his body pressed against your back, lips close to your ear, his breath fanning across your neck. "Missed you, darling" he hummed, you were trying your hardest to prepare dinner before the madness of the evening started.

"Cill, I missed you too, but the girls need collecting in fifteen minutes" you hated denying your husband but you couldn't leave your twin girls stranded at the school gate because he had wandering hands.

"I'll get them" he dropped a soft kiss to your shoulder, the heat the past week had been unbearable for Ireland, you were trying to wear as few clothes as possible while in the house.

Cillian returning from New Mexico was delighted at the short slip dresses and skimpy vests you were favouring.

"I'll have to call the school let them know" you turned in his arms.

"I love it when you go into mum mode, so hot" he teased, holding your hips against his.

"I swear to god Cillian, if we get a call from Mrs Walker about being late I will tell her why" you warned with a laugh.

Cillian smiled, finally letting go of your body "I bet she would be thrilled, probably hasn't had any since the war"

You rolled your eyes "You won't be getting any at this rate Murphy, maybe you could compare notes?"

Cillian was smirking, the slip dress would be so easy to remove, he knew for a fact you weren't wearing any underwear after the last quickie he had coaxed you into, in the sunroom.

He pulled you back into him, lips inches from yours "you just wait, going to put another baby in you at some point then everyone will know what dirty things we do"

You had raked your fingers in the short hair at the base of his neck "People already know we have sex, we have two girls who will be waiting for their father if you don't let me go" you pressed your lips against his a quick burst of affection.

Cillian groaned, watching as you headed for the hall to grab your phone "ten minutes Cillian" you chirped from the doorway of the lounge.

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Cillian usually avoided the school run, most people would ignore him, let him live his life but the mothers of Langford Academy were a different breed, the type to swoon over him, flirt and try their hardest to get his attention.

The doors opened just in time, saving him from a group of three mothers making a beeline.

His face lit up at the sight of his girls, holding hands, grinning widely once they had spotted him.

They weren't expecting him home until the weekend, the hardest surprise he had to keep.

"Daddy! daddy!" Jasmine was almost running dragging Lacey behind her.

Cillian had knelt down, ready to scoop them up in his arms, both of them giggling as he smothered their faces with kisses.

"When did you get home, mammy told us Saturday today is.."

"Friday" Lacey chimed.

"It was a surprise, so you would have a treat when you left school" he placed them back on the ground taking their bookbags and lunch boxes from them.

"We have so much to tell you daddy! You've been gone so long" Jasmine was looking up at him.

"Oh yeah? we better get home and start the gossiping then" he lifted Lacey up first into her seat followed by Jasmine a kiss for each of them.

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You had set up dinner in the garden the girls each having a glass of fizzy pop as a treat with pink straws.

"Marcey was being mean to Lucy, so Jas told her to stop it or she would tell Mrs Walker, then Lucy told Jasmine she was a tell-tale, so I...I said that's it I am telling Mrs Walker" Lacey was in full swing sat on Cillians lap.

You couldn't believe you had two seven year olds who were both definitely heading towards seventeen.

Cillian had took to being a father of girls so easily, he didn't care if they insisted on playing with his hair or painting his nails, embraced all the pink clothing they gifted him when you'd been unable to sway them to the Navy options.

You were brushing Jasmines hair after her bath, dinner had been demolished, the evening was still warm, you and Cillian had promised the girls a late night. "and then daddy, she tripped me up on my way to see Mrs Walker"

Jasmine turned to look at her sister "She did not! Lacey is lying"

Lacey threw her sister a look, a look you know both girls got from you, "I am not" Lacey protested, bottom lip jutting out.

Cillian looked at you, a amused look on his face "Girls, if you start arguing then it's straight to bed. Lacey did Lucy trip you up?" Lacey buried her face into his neck, a mumbled reply leaving her mouth as she shook her head.

"See she lied!" Jasmine was daring her father to disagree with her, the stern look in her blue eyes.

"I just.. I just told a small fib not a lie, daddy I didn't lie" Lacey was close to tears now, her small hands cupping at Cillian's cheeks.

"Jas, it was a little fib nothing that hurt anyone, but Lacey we don't lie or tell fibs okay?" Cillian nudged his nose with hers as she nodded.

Jasmine threw herself back into you with a sigh "Always gets her way" she rolled her eyes.

"hey missy, Miss Jasmine Murphy, you also get your own way" You laughed leaning to drop a kiss on the top of her head.

"not as much as Lacey, just because she's the oldest and..and daddy's favourite" Jasmine was pouting now.

Lacey gasped " I am not! Mammy is daddy's favoruite thats why he married her!" Cillian laughed lightly "all of you, all three of you are my favourite girls" he was opening his arms for you all to crawl into him, hoping to settle the debate.

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You watched Cillian return from putting the girls to bed, you were under the cotton sheet of the king size bed.

"All okay?" you asked placing your phone on the bedside table.

"Yes, we had a small debate over breakfast food for tomorrow, so it looks like you better wake up early to start on the eggs, bacon, pancakes and muffins" he winked disappearing into the walk in wardrobe.

"Hell no, I've made weekend breakfasts for the past three months, you're turn" you were sat on the edge of the bed now.

Cillian reappeared in the door way, in just a pair of boxers. "Oh yeah? what do i get in return?"

You batted your eyelashes, a innocent smile on your face "I could show you why I'm daddy's favourite"

Cillian laughed head thrown back, striding across the room he scooped you up, just to drop you moments later back onto the mattress.

He was leaning over you "Eggs? or Pancakes?" he questioned before his hands were under the small camisole you had on. 

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