Could I Request A Cillian X Female Reader Where The Reader Meets His Children For The First Time And

Could I request a cillian x female reader where the reader meets his children for the first time and they get along really well (the reader is younger than him - 20 years like your other imagine) xx

Yep, that's a very good idea! :)

Exquise Esquisse (Part 2)

Exquise esquisse

How can a love so pure and innocent at first, be prohibited?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

⚠️Warning⚠️: READ THE WARNING IN THE FIRST PART. THANKS. (No smut, just fluff) Gainsbourg songs are my main inspiration, this man was a complete genius in everything he touched.

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

You can listen Initials BB by Serge Gainsbourg while you’re reading. :)

PART ONE

***

Lying on your bed, staring at the immaculate white ceiling of your little apartment, a smile was on your face. Your cell phone on your chest, precisely on your heart, you held back a cry of excitement. A month after your first encounter with him, he invited you to the restaurant, your other dates were romantic, but he hadn’t kiss you yet. You weren’t blind, you both knew that a strong love was born between you two. You knew that night, he would kiss you and maybe take you to his home.

You desired to feel his warm, thick fingers travel across your body, touching your face a hundred times and feeling his lips dance on your skin. You were prepared for the long journey that was love, you were ready, you had no choice, the Cupid arrow had pass through your skin. It was a pain you kept, which did more good than harm.

It was time to get ready. Every detail was meticulously cared for, you made sure that your makeup was perfect and that it reflected your personality, favorite clothes without doing too much, your hairstyle... Perfume applied by small delicate touches, a red lipstick applied with care. You inspected your reflection, seeking for any flaw, your hands were shaking, your belly did looping; oh God you wanted to be his. From all of your 21 years, no one had made you feel as woman as him...

His name, his brilliant smile, his irises of a beautiful blue, his hoarse voice, his writing, all of him made you smile, failing to make your heart leap out of your chest. As cliché as it seemed, in his presence the time stopped. You were determined, he was the one that you wanted. Wholly him, with his faults as his qualities, even if your conscience shouted at you to avoid rushing things. Was love so strong, so early, a bad sign? Why would you denigrate those feelings you started to get used to? They consumed you and yet, it felt so good, so right...

A last look at your reflection and your heels slammed against the old worn floor of your student apartment. So impatient, you join the man parked in front of your building.

*

The dinner unfelt wonderful. There were no other words. You nervously waited for the moment when you would feel his soft and warm lips on yours. Hand in hand, you followed him in the dark streets although illuminated of New York, your heels slammed melodiously against the asphalt before you recognize the place where he led you. Central Park. Have you ever been told how beautiful is it?

With his thumb, Bucky caressed the back of your hand and this simple gesture, so innocent, gave you the famous butterflies in the belly. You would never have imagined such a rapprochement with him in just a few weeks. He neither didn’t know how it was possible... He still had insecurities and he was afraid of the next steps in this relationship... But he couldn’t wait. He had to find out. You made him feel things he had never felt before. It was incredible. You were amazing in his eyes.

You followed him into the illuminated park to the Angel of the Waters Fountain as he told you anecdotes about his childhood in Brooklyn with Steve and how they managed to escape the surveillance of their mothers and went to the heart of Manhattan. Immersed into his story, he didn’t notice your seemingly innocent gestures: get closer to the fountain and run your fingers over the surface of the water. Without warning, you splashed him. You burst out laughing at his reaction, he was speechless and trying to wipe his white shirt that became transparent.

"You want to play? We’re gonna play, Y/N!"

Without wasting time, you ran as fast as possible to hide in the park, behind shrubs. When you thought you left him behind, you stopped laughing and your gaze searched for him. Everything was so dark despite the street lights in the park.

"Come back, doll!"

"Come get me, James!” you answered before giggling and running again as he approached.

The former soldier caught up to you without any difficulty and lifted you by the waist before he kissed your cheek. You know that you were already blushing, but at the moment, you didn’t care. A big blissful smile triumphed on your face as you laughed. He laid you down on the ground, sat down and joined you before you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him over you. Lying in the grass, he aboved you between your thighs, you felt your cheeks warm more. Nothing else counted at that moment, you cared less of the position you were in. You drowned in his eyes. He brought his face close to yours, your noses grazed and your lips brushed against each other. You could feel his warm breath wash over your face. Your heart was pounding, now you were sure of your feelings.

"Kiss me..." you whispered.

It was all he needed and he didn’t need to be asked twice. His lips pressed against yours for a sweet kiss, initially shy, then feverish. One of your hands slipped into his hair and the other on his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt, even if you knew that tonight it wouldn’t go further than kisses. James slipped a hand on your cheek that he caressed while your lips cuddled, discovered each other and his free hand was in the hollow of your waist.

He was so gentle... It was already fucked. You were crazy in love with him and it was reciprocal. Bucky finally understood what everyone explained to him when the subject "love" was discussed. He didn’t want to let go, he wished to be closer to you and to keep you in his strong arms.

Neither of you was aware of the crime you were committing.

*

1944

"Bucky... Wait..." the young brunette sighed.

Sergeant Barnes's lips never left her skin, marking the thin skin of her neck before he let them slide on her chest, between her breasts.

"I don’t know if it's a good idea..." whispered the French woman in a rough English, between two sighs of pleasure.

What would people think and especially her family if they learned that she slept with an American soldier, one of the liberators of the country, without being married? She would probably be rejected, insulted and almost as badly treated as those young women who fell in love with Germans or who had sex with them. Maybe she wouldn’t be stoned or have her skull shaved in public for betrayal, as for l’Epuration sauvage, but she would become the family shame...

These thoughts faded when she felt the American's hands caress her chest, kiss her belly and play with the elastic of her panties. His whole body burned with desire. Positioned between her thighs, James Buchanan Barnes was gentle towards her despite the desire that was becoming more and more present. This girl called Apolline was of great beauty for that time, a great class, long wavy hair, thin but kept curves and had a porcelain skin even if she lived near the Italian border.

She didn’t mean anything to Bucky. Nothing. Just a pretty girl with whom he was about to have a good time and he would never see her again. How many children were born during the war whose fathers were the soldiers of a foreign army? So many and often abandoned... If only. If only James had known... Would he have changed that wild night? 

Nine months later, a little girl named Marie Constance was born.

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I'm sorry for this... 😂

Hi! I inform you that I almost won’t write until august 11st because I’ll be on vacation without my laptop and I haaaate writing on my phone... But for the person who requested an imagine with Cillian Murphy, I will post it. I promise! :)

Love war (Cillian Murphy x reader)

Request: Could I request a cillian x female reader where the reader meets his children for the first time and they get along really well (the reader is younger than him - 20 years like your other imagine) xx

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

I know, it took me six weeks to write just an imagine and I’m so sorry I made the anon wait this long... I’m sorry. Really.

***

You were nervous. It was an understatement. Being in a relationship with Cillian was already a lot, he was 20 years older than you, but it never had been a problem. It's just that people always judged you for the age gap even if you've learned to ignore them. A serious relationship was: getting involved, which meant, among other things, meeting his family. You already met his parents and his siblings, you pretty get along with them, they were really nice, but his two sons? Never. Why? Because your boyfriend wanted to be sure it worked between the two of you.

Even if you were stressed, a part of you was excited to meet Malachy, 12 and Aran, 11. You had seen them in photos and they were the spitting image of Cillian, especially Malachy. You were in your new apartment, the one in which you now lived with Mr. Murphy. You waited impatiently, sitting on the sofa in the living room, for the arrival of Cillian and his sons. Your leg was moving nervously, you knew they were going to show up from one minute to the next. When you heard the front door open and their little voices, you smile without realizing it.

You got up and went to join them before gazing at them. The first to see you was the youngest of the two who greeted you shyly. A small laugh escaped your lips and you hugged him. It was something you hadn’t controlled. You wanted to see their adorable faces for ages! You did the same thing with Malachy before presenting yourself and showing them the apartment, especially their bedrooms.

Even if you were happy, you were still awkward because you didn’t know if they already liked you or hated you and what you could do to get to know them! You really hoped they were as sweet as Cillian. So, when they dropped off their belongings in their respective rooms, you went to see them to ask if they wanted to do a particular activity. The two young boys had the same idea: go to the fair. You loved it too. Then, inevitably you promised them that you would go in the afternoon, after eating.

At lunch time, you had cooked lasagna and the two boys feasted, seeing this warmed your heart because you knew you were on the good way to make them like you as a stepmother. You almost choked with your food after Aran asked a question "important" for a couple:

“Are you going to make a baby? Are we going to be big brothers?”

You casted a glance at your boyfriend who was hiding his amused smile, letting you voluntarily answer the little boy. Of course, you had already talked about it, the idea was very tempting. You hadn’t had a child on your own yet, Cillian dreamed of having a daughter and since he was 42 years old, he wanted to avoid waiting too long for a third child. You two agreed to wait a little longer, which meant that you would try in the following months. You cleared your throat before answering:

“Well… Would you like to be big brothers?”

“You make dad happy and we always wanted a sister… So, it would be great!” responded Malachy with a smile.

You couldn’t help but smiled back.

“That’s something we were talking about. You’re alright with that?” intervened Cillian in the discussion. Aran nodded with a smile and Malachy thumbed up in approval. You were already very relieved.

While the boys were brushing their teeth, you took the opportunity to do the dishes with your man and stole him kisses from time to time. He laughed before he kissed you properly.

“They understood the reasons why their mother and I divorced and I’m sure they already like you.”

A big smiled stretched your lips.

*

The boys were so excited, they ran everywhere, desiring to try every merry-go-around even when Cillian kept telling them to stay calm and avoid drawing attention to you. You accompanied them in almost all attractions, except those that were a bit too thrilling to your taste. The fact that you only had nine and eleven years of differences with the two boys made you understand them and have fun with them. You spent your day laughing with them, teasing them and letting them do the same. You acted like you were their friends, even if your boyfriend intervened once or twice, judging they were going too far.

Malachy and Aran asked you to have candyfloss and an ice cream at 4 o’clock as a snack, you decided paid with a good heart, running with them to one of the food stands. You were already fond of the kids. When you gave them their delicacies, they thanked you, but before they had a chance to eat, you put ice cream on Aran’s nose before he wiped it with a little grunt. His little grimace made everyone laugh. He tore off a piece of his brothers' candyfloss before tucking it in your mouth.

“Thank you, little munchkin!” you said after you emptied your mouth, then you laughed.

You held the child in your arms and in exchange, he put a slobbering kiss on your cheek to bother you. With this, he ran away, knowing full well that this little war wasn’t over and that Malachy will ally to you. Cillian watched the scene, a big smile stretching his plump lips and his crystal blue eyes sparkling with joy. He was so much reassured and happy that his children got along well with you.

A love war just begun.

i just want a hot boyfriend who looks like Connor or Leon, is that too much to ask? apparently.