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Summary

This is a window into the life of Cillian Murphy, actor, husband, and divorced father of two, currently cooped up at home due to the global pandemic. Join me as we explore the exploits of he and his wife (Y/N insert) as they navigate the ups and downs of life through lockdown. Expect tooth-rotting fluff, occasional angst and a fair smattering of downright filth.

FYI, this story doesn’t follow a set timeline, we’ll jump around the pandemic and our couple’s background depending on the scene. Chapters don’t generally flow from one to the other unless clearly marked (such as Parts 3 & 4) but where appropriate I’ll reference things from earlier chapters so it makes sense to read these in order.

Stories marked 🔞 contain smut and/or adult themes. Stories with 💯 were inspired by my 100 followers celebration.

A note about feedback

Story

Part 1: Caramel

Part 2: Paddling Pool 🔞

Part 3: Enough - Pt. 1

Part 4: Enough - Pt. 2 🔞

Part 5: Zombies

Part 6: Silk 🔞

Part 7: Day One 🔞 (for pandemic themes)

Part 8: Clippers 🔞

Part 9: Silent Treatment 🔞

Part 10: Game Night 💯

Part 11: Crash

Part 12: Beach 🔞

Part 13: Three Chance Encounters - Summer 1997, Pt. 1

Part 14: Three Chance Encounters - Summer 1997, Pt. 2

Part 15: Three Chance Encounters - Summer 1997, Pt. 3 🔞

Part 16: Three Chance Encounters - Summer 2006, Pt. 1

Part 17: Three Chance Encounters- Summer 2006, Pt. 2

Part 18: Sleep Story 🔞

Part 19: Three Chance Encounters - February 2014, Pt. 1 🔞

Shorts

These are oneshots or blurbs involving the same pairing as Lockdown, but not strictly part of the series.

Strangers 🔞

Movie Night 🔞

Blanket 💯

Unexpected

Breakfast 💯

Emergency Tacos 💯

Distraction 💯🔞

Breakfast With Tiffany’s

Fireworks 🔞

A Misunderstanding 💯

Petals 🔞

Premier 🔞

Moodboards and other bits

Cillian’s camera roll

Snowy dog walk

Three Chance Encounters - Summer 1997

Three Chance Encounters - Summer 2006

💋 Kiss and Tell - lockdown twist 🔞

Masterlist

Summary:

In the midst of the mayhem of awards season in February-March 2024, Cillian is hurtling around the globe, struggling to remember where he is at any given moment or even what time zone he’s in. With nominee events, pre-recorded TV and radio interviews, photoshoots, as well as debuting his production company’s first film at Berlinale, he doesn’t know if he’s coming or going.

But just because you’re a famous movie star, riding high as the bookies’ favourite for awards season, doesn’t mean life is easy. With her husband here, there and everywhere, Mrs M struggles with the realities of solo-step-parenting and not spending enough time as a couple. But when his eldest son, Eoin, makes an unexpected request, the craziness of awards season is only compounded by challenges at home.

Context

Set in the universe of The Lockdown Sessions and TLS - Oppenheimer Edition but you don’t need to have read either of those for this to make sense. All you need to know is that Cillian is a father of two boys, divorced from their mother and remarried to Mrs M for the last eight years.

Mrs M also exists as an OC, so if you’d like to read her how I see her, you can meet her HERE

Written with nothing but love and respect for the real Murphy family ♥️

Warnings:

References to past infidelity (don’t like, don’t read) and complicated step-family dynamics. Bad language and a little bit of smut. All chapters contain their own warnings. Smut will be marked with 🔞 Minors, respectfully, DNI.

Story:

Chapters in titles in italics are still to be published. They vary in length and are intended to be fragments of moments and conversations across the month.

Week 1

Sunday 11 February

Tuesday 13 February

Wednesday 14 February

Thursday 15 February

Friday 16 February

Saturday 17 February - Morning

Saturday 17 February - Evening 🔞

Sunday 18 February 🔞

Week 2

Tuesday 20 February

Friday 23 February

Saturday 24 February

Week 3

Thursday 29 February

Credits

Dividers by the supremely talented @/saradika-graphics

I do not give permission for my work to be copied, reposted, shared on other platforms or used for AI training, without my consent.

Masterlist

Summary

This is a window into the life of Cillian Murphy, actor, husband, and divorced father of two, currently cooped up at home due to the global pandemic. Join me as we explore the exploits of he and his wife (Y/N insert) as they navigate the ups and downs of life through lockdown. Expect tooth-rotting fluff, occasional angst and a fair smattering of downright filth.

You can read more of this couple during the making of Oppenheimer » HERE «

Warnings

Stories marked 🔞 contain smut and/or adult themes. Stories with 💯 were inspired by my 100 followers celebration. Each chapter has its own warnings section but the story includes themes of pregnancy loss and sexual assault. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Minors DNI.

This story doesn’t follow a chronological timeline - we’ll jump around the pandemic and our couple’s background depending on the scene. Chapters don’t generally flow from one to the other unless clearly marked (such as Parts 3 & 4) but where appropriate I’ll reference things from earlier chapters so it makes sense to read these in order.

Not quite a Reader Insert…

I began this as a reader insert but Mrs M is truly an OC to me (and many readers) so if you want to meet her as I see her, »» CLICK ««

Story - ongoing

Part 1: Caramel

Part 2: Paddling Pool 🔞

Part 3: Enough - Pt. 1

Part 4: Enough - Pt. 2 🔞

Part 5: Zombies

Part 6: Silk 🔞

Part 7: Day One 🔞 (for pandemic themes)

Part 8: Clippers 🔞

Part 9: Silent Treatment 🔞

Part 10: Game Night 💯

Part 11: Crash

Part 12: Beach 🔞

Part 13: Three Chance Encounters - Summer 1997, Pt. 1

Part 14: Three Chance Encounters - Summer 1997, Pt. 2

Part 15: Three Chance Encounters - Summer 1997, Pt. 3 🔞

Part 16: Three Chance Encounters - Summer 2006, Pt. 1

Part 17: Three Chance Encounters- Summer 2006, Pt. 2

Part 18: Sleep Story 🔞

Part 19: Three Chance Encounters - February 2014, Pt. 1 🔞

Part 20: Three Chance Encounters - February 2014, Pt. 2 🔞

Part 21: The Dress, Pt. 1

Part 22: The Dress, Pt. 2 🔞

Part 23: The Dress, Pt. 3 🔞

Part 24: The Dress, Pt. 4 🔞

Shorts

These are oneshots or blurbs involving the same pairing as Lockdown, but not strictly part of the series. Nor are they always short, but I liked the name and it stuck!

Strangers 🔞

Movie Night 🔞

Blanket 💯

Unexpected

Breakfast 💯

Emergency Tacos 💯

Distraction 💯🔞

Breakfast With Tiffany’s

Fireworks 🔞

A Misunderstanding 💯

Petals 🔞

Premiere 🔞

Strike A Pose

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Lipstick 🔞 (Golden Globes special)

Character lore & other stuff

I’ve answered a lot of questions about Mrs M and this couple more generally, so I’ve bundled these up in case anyone is interested.

Read their lore here

‘Director’s cut’ of The Dress chapters

Cillian makes Mrs M a mixtape

Mrs M’s style

Moodboards and other bits

Cillian’s camera roll

Snowy dog walk

Three Chance Encounters - Summer 1997

Three Chance Encounters - Summer 2006

Three Chance Encounters - February 2014

💋 Kiss and Tell - lockdown twist 🔞

Cillian’s 40th birthday party

Black!reader Mrs M x Cillian

Festive Scout by @raincoffeeandfandoms

‘A Week In Fragments’ teaser

The Murphy’s house in Dublin

MASTERLIST | CILLIAN MASTERLIST

Lost Without You-

Cillian Murphy and Reader

Masterlist (Series Complete).

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

The wrong path (Cillian Murphy x reader)

Request: Could I request a cillian x female reader one shot where the reader is a lot younger than him, like twenty years or something, so cillian is hesitant to make a move and he thinks the reader isn't into him but really they're hesitant because they have BPD

Warnings: Age gap/age difference, Borderline Personality Disorder (I’m not sure if it’s real respected or not, but I assume that no one will be able to explain the disease as well as a professional or a person who has the illness/deasease/trouble)

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. :)

***

Before him, you had never admired anyone. You admired him for his personality, his talent, his breathtaking beauty, you were able to admire him as a sculpture of Rodin. Perfection emanated from his body. You could only be receptive.

When his baby blue eyes were on you, your heart was melting. His freckles contrasted with the hardness of his high and sharp cheekbones. And those lips... Those lips that you wanted to kiss. You were infatuated with this man without him having to make the slightest effort. It wasn’t mere feelings. Yours were much stronger than the norm, those who almost took your heart off your chest and literally triggered butterflies in your stomach. His presence was amazing, he made you feel better and you had never felt so good in the presence of a man. Your emotions increased tenfold affecting your feelings for the man. This older man, this man who could be your father, this man just divorced and who has children just a few years younger than you. As his body began to age, yours had finished blooming.

That man who loved you too, but had no idea you had feelings for him. This man to whom you hid your passion for him. Each of your discussions were short, short and intense. It’s through these discussions that you have fallen in love with each other, through these discussions that you have hidden from him your darkest secret. A secret that you hated, that gnawed you, that leads your life and affects each of your relationships.

A whole weekend with him? Who could have thought? The idea didn’t make you nervous, it frightened you to the point of panicking. An anxiety attack before joining him at the rendezvous point and you put your mask on, you refused that people know this part of you. The disturbed mental part, would tell people who don’t understand the disease. Could he understand it? He was always mature and smart, but you didn’t want to lose him forever.

He came to pick you up by car, the trip went perfectly, your fear had immediately dissipated at the sight of the man, a real feeling of release. During the whole trip, you felt normal. Normal? What does this word mean? With or without Borderline Personality Disorder? Often you dodge this question.

His house and the garden were wide and it was a good thing, it would allow you to not always be with him in his house. Why did you accept? Your feelings had pushed you there and a part of you hoped something would happen between you two. After all, you would be home alone with him for two and a half days. Only, would you accept such a rapprochement without hesitation?

"Do you really want to impose your trouble to him? Cillian doesn’t deserve that..." you remembered thinking that.

Later, he invited you to the restaurant and you couldn’t say no. You were delighted as if he had just bought you a house in front the sea, you restrained yourself from exploding with joy, you just smiled and thanked him with a little hug. You wanted to kiss him, but it didn’t seem like a good idea. Gently, you realized that you were slipping on the wrong path, the one that separates friendship and love.

The meal went very well, now you waited for dessert and in the meantime, you left to go to the bathroom. It was during that time that Cillian took the opportunity to think about the situation. Try something or not? Your beauty hypnotized him, your kindness too, you were so adorable with everyone. Looking in your eyes, there was something he couldn’t decipher: a triumphant form of innocence over cracked foundations. You've never shown him a particular interest, you never have especially flirted with him and yet, you always agreed to see him and this weekend, you were there, with him, you would sleep in his house. Could you really agree to go out with a man 20 years older than you? Someone who was 42, who already has two sons aged 13 and 11? How could he, possibly, make you meet them? Actually, he didn’t care of the people’s staring, but he didn’t know if daring to make a move toward you was morally right. Perhaps you only saw him as a father? The idea made him shiver with disgust. He also knew very well that a girl your age wouldn’t have the same expectations as him.

When you came back to him, that beautiful smile stretching your lips, sparkling joy in your eyes, he knew he had to do something or give up. Although cliché, he saw an opportunity to offered to him when you finished your chocolate fondant, there was this light piece of cake at the corner of your lips. He leaned toward you as you watched him, intrigued and excited from the inside as he brought his face closer to yours, running his thumb to the corners of your mouth to remove the crumb. Finally, he gently put his lips on yours for a brief kiss, but it was enough to have the answer to his questions.

You blushed when he stepped back, but you wanted him to start again, you already miss the sensation of his hot lips against yours. You wanted to see again his beautiful and light freckles and his captivating iris. Yet, you didn’t know what to say, you wait for the man to speak. You were close to the point of no return. You were terribly afraid of losing him because he would regret his action or he was playing with you, that he made you wish a serious relationship like some men his age do with women much younger...

"I like you a lot, Y/N.” He confessed with a small smile, himself nervous. For how many years did he not seduce a woman? It was almost 22 years ago, he felt like a teenager again. And even if he played Thomas Shelby, a womanizer, it did not help much. After all, he was the kind to be shy.

"I can’t be with you, Cillian."

Cold, hard, you didn’t want to say it that way. Fear was already in your eyes. The state of nervousness didn’t exist for you. You also didn’t think this simple sentence could hurt him; this is one of the symptoms of your illness, you have trouble predicting the consequences of your actions. A symptom among many others who concerned you; the disruption of identity, in other words, often questioning yourself, not being able to analyze your own emotions clearly, to idealise (or devalue) the other, the constant fear that one plays with your feelings. At that moment, you were trying to protect yourself against the one you were idealizing.

"You don’t want or you can’t?"

The question was simple. You only had to repeat a part of the sentence. You closed your eyes a few moments and bit your bottom lip until you felt the taste of blood spread in your mouth.

"I can’t.” You ended up answering while your vision was blurred, you had tears in your eyes.

"Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.” You told yourself mentally.

"Y/N? What's the matter…?” He asked in a soft voice, anxious as he saw your eyes wet. "I don’t blame you, I just want to understand what's going on and why you can’t.” He added, placing his hand on yours before caressing her tenderly to reassure you.

"I can’t be with you because I'm not normal..." you answered with a trembling voice, looking down at your plate.

"Hey, don’t say that-"

"I assure you it's true, I'm not the kind of girl to be perfectly normal. You can’t be when you have borderline personality disorder..."

You put your hands on your face, it was a bit childish, but you didn’t want him to see you crying. Despite your illness, you were sufficiently aware of your symptoms, except that you couldn’t completely control them.

Cillian got up from his chair and went to kneel beside you, putting one hand on your knee and another on your shoulder that he was stroking. He knew this trouble a little, but he had never realized that you were touched by it. He knew what it represented, build a relationship with you would be delicate, but he wanted to try the adventure.

"It's not because you're borderline that you're not normal. It won’t my feelings for you."

You raised your head before giving him a slight smile and taking refuge in his arms, no matter how many eyes were on you at that time.

He knew perfectly well that the critics would be numerous: a great actor in a relationship with a 22 year young woman, borderline and not a celebrity. He already saw the titles and the insults that will come, always discreet about his private life.

But he wanted only one thing: your happiness together.

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.

Florence's Masterlist of hot guys

I'd love to hear any requests that you may have for these five actors and the character that they portray!! 💋♥️

Gilbert Blythe

𓇼Jealousy

Dylan O’brien

𓇼Raindrop Romance and Puppy Dog Eyes

𓇼 My Flannel

𓇼Ignored ignorance

𓇼I love you

𓇼Fuck it

Timothée Chalamet 

𓇼Only one bed

𓇼Worries and apologies 

𓇼Books, pillow talks, and an attention-craving boy

𓇼Sleepy

𓇼You're stuck with me

𓇼Hair tie

𓇼Stop taking your hands out of mine

𓇼Cigarettes

Cillian Murphy 

𓇼Haunted house

Andrew Garfield 

𓇼Do I make you nervous?

𓇼P.s I love you