Thomas Shelby and Cillian Murphy One Shots

It's Going To Be Okay (Cillian Murphy)

'I can't do this anymore Tommy! I'm never safe because of the people who want to hurt you!' I said as I stood on the edge of the set roof.

'Annabelle, come on get down, I'll make sure you stay safe, please,' his voice cracked as he spoke.

I stayed silent for a while, looking between the hand stretched out to me and the edge before going to take the hand. When I put one foot back on the floor, it gave way and I fell down, landing on my ankle, feeling a white hot pain.

'Shit, (Y/N), are you okay?' Cillian's voice came from next to me as he knelt down beside me, 'guys can we cut and get the first aider here please!'

Everything seemed to go in slow motion and a blur as they bandaged my ankle up, the only thing I felt was Cillian's arms around me as I passed out.

When I regained consciousness, I was in my bed in my trailer and Cillian was sitting on the bed next to me. When he saw that I had opened my eyes, he leaned closer to me and took my hand in his.

'Hey, how are you feeling?'

'What happened?'

'Well we were filming the scene and just as you stepped down you kind of fell and landed on your ankle. Apparently you've sprained it so you have to rest it for the rest of the week.'

That's when it clicked. The scene. All of a sudden I felt myself start to panic and my chest tightened as I struggled to breathe.

'I can't rest for the bloody week! We have to finish the scene, Cillian come on, the writers are going to be so mad!'

'Whoa, whoa, whoa,' Cillian said as he grabbed me as I tried to get up, tears streaming from my eyes, 'hey (Y/N), calm down, no one's mad, no one cares about getting the scene done, the only thing we care about is that you get better okay?'

I had started to shake, tears still pouring down my cheeks.

'Hey, breathe (Y/N), I need you to breathe for me, copy me love,' he said, breathing in and waiting for me to copy before breathing out. We kept doing this until my breathing had gone back to normal.

When I was breathing normally again, Cillian moved so he was cuddling me and took his top off, knowing that skin to skin contact helped calm me down quicker. I pressed my cheek against his chest and released a shaky breath.

'I'm sorry.'

'Don't be sorry love, you just stress too easily,' he chuckled and kissed the top of my head, 'just get some sleep, it's all going to be okay.'

Knowing that I can trust whatever Cillian said, I finally allowed myself to succumb to sleep.