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I decided to make recs on the fics I read this month!
because we gotta appreciate our lovely writers on here
• ”Love will take you there” (Thomas Shelby) by @cillianthinker is a time traveler!reader AU, and is absolutely lovely.
• ”I had you first” (Thomas Shelby) By @dearshelby was FUCKING good
• ”The Devil's backbone” (Thomas Shelby) by @blueeyesandaflatcap smutty and one of the faves!
• ”Home is where the heart is” (William Killick)by @pinguwrites is genuinely one of the best things I have read lately. Respect!
• ”Daddy's little girl” (Raymond Leon) by @slut4thebroken got me giggling like a teen reading it. Love it
• ”Worship him” (Thomas Shelby) by @red-write-hand because imagine getting treated like that 👀🥴
• ”Cabin fever” (Neil Lewis) by @mysaintkitten we love a pathetic pervy Neil
• ”Hypothermia” (Emmett from QPII) by @beastofburdenxo cuz Emmett is the favourite hobo. Lovely fic
• ”A new pair of glasses” (Cillian Murphy/Jonathan Crane roleplay) by @youbyradiohead because it's AMAZING omg
• ”Don't fear the reaper” (Thomas Shelby) by @brummiereader the series starts out lovely!
• ”Like a good neighbour”(Cillian Murphy) by @cillianmesoftlyyy it was fucking great not going to lie
• ”Struggle” (Neil Lewis) by @deceitfuldevout Neil you fucking perv (biggest fan)
• ”Philopobhia” (Jonathan Crane) by @aurorag98 absolute favourite Crane short series here!
• ”At the end of the day” (Thomas Shelby) by @lis-likes-fics literally one of the best Tommy pieces I've read in a long time. Just like ”A deal's a deal”
• ”Red carpet” (Cillian Murphy) by @lau219 Starts out lovely, fingers crossed for you, Lauren!
Bonus points to @forgottenpeakywriter for many lovely fics about Oppenheimer!
Tell me the truth. I want everything to be open between us. And fresh and clean. Stop it. You and your friend. Tell me. We were kids, William. We were on a beach and it happened, once. That’s all. William.
He's adorable in this movie!!! ❤️
CILLIAN MURPHY as WILLIAM KILLICK in THE EDGE OF LOVE (2008) - dir. John Maybury
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I think he broke my ovaries!
Where can I find a man like this one?!?!?!?!
CILLIAN MURPHY as William Killick in The Edge of Love (2008) | dir. John Maybury
I personally didn't care for Vera, myself and had my doubts about Rowatt being William's son, which is why he couldn't hold him. It wasn't the child's fault, but he was a reminder of the supposed (obvious) betrayal. Plus she never loved Will like she did Dylan.
I also felt bad for Caitlin because she was going through a lot and her "husband" wasn't even paying attention to her.
Gosh, I could write an entire essay about my feelings, but it's late and I need sleep. In short, I love this story better than the actual ending we got in the movie.
Domesticity Series Part 1: The Beginning
Summary: Being the only one seeming to notice William’s ptsd, he realizes that his feelings from the past may be the answer to his future when you come to his rescue.
warnings: depictions of ptsd, scenes from the movie, insecure william, trauma, lies, just overall William needs love and you are there.
All the small talk and music in the room stopped abruptly, catching everyone’s attention.
“Now why would you turn that off, do you not like that silly old song?” Vera snickered, completely oblivious to her husband’s struggle as she was too intwined dancing with the poet whom you’d known to have slept with her while William was away.
It was a shame, William was always a loving, gentle, respectful man that deserved all the kindness, all the sympathy in the world. If only his wife could see in him what you did. She merely watched him come back a broken man yet still found the audacity to conversate and be friends with not a man but a boy with an ego the size of the planet whom she had an affair with right in front of his face.
“Thank you.” William finally spoke from where he was standing against the counter, his knuckles turning back to their normal shade as he released his grip on the wooden surface.
Vera turned, finally looking his way like an utter bimbo, completely oblivious of the fact William’s mind was rotting every singular day, even when he’s asleep from what he had partaken in during the war.
Having endless flashbacks being caused by small triggering factors. He felt as if he were an outcast, still struggling to find his way back to a normal routine. It hurt him immensely that other peoples lives including his wife just moved forward and he was stuck at the bottom of this endless pit of hell. They’d never understand and she’d never make an effort, making him believe she just wanted him for money, surely not love.
He glanced toward you once more, nodding his head in sincerity that you noticed. That’s all he ever wanted from his wife, but then again her wants weren’t anything like his.
He did always think you were quite beautiful, the shyness and humbleness always held an attraction to him, and you were always very kind.
“Well I- I guess I’ll get dinner on the table then.” She stuttered, walking awkwardly between the two of you feeling out of place. She recognized that look, his blue eyes fixated on you from time to time even when you weren’t looking. That’s exactly what she did with Dylan.
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The sound of multiple gunshots scared you out from the deep slumber you were in. When you heard Vera yelling outside, attempting to convince William to go back in the house, you knew what he must’ve found out. The poor man’s head was all over the place, feeling like he had risked his life for his country and a woman that did not love him how he loved her. Living in complete turmoil not knowing if he’d survive to see another day, and he wished he hadn’t, he really did.
Scrambling out of bed you quickly fastened your robe, heading toward the house of misery as you liked to call it.
When you approached the door, the sound of the rifle echoed through the atmosphere, it was then you realized you would not stand there, and allow William to stoop to their level.
Walking into the home, Vera was to your right, hands covering her mouth in disbelief as she finally shut up, seeing the meltdown her husband has been having, seeing that he was finally snapping like a small twig under the feet of poor excuses of human beings.
“How can you just stand there? As if everything is alright? Don’t you care?” Dylan’s wife stared longly at him with her tear stained face, confused and too frightened to say anything.
“Your husband and my wife? Rowatt isn’t even mine, they’ve been lying to our faces.” William stood there distraught, a broken down man who had never felt so alone, so heartbroken. Tears rolled down your cheeks effortlessly not only for him but for Dylan’s wife. As of the moment it was clear she didn’t know of the affair when she took a glance of utter betrayal toward Vera with her bloodshot eyes.
The sound of a child crying in the other room echoed through the silent house, but it didn’t seem to phase him.
“William?” You spoke ever so softly, barely moving a muscle as you didn’t want to scare him or make him believe you meant any harm.
Your voice seemed to be the only one he listened to.
Turning his head slowly, hands still wrapped around the gun, Vera was taken aback at how easily his attitude had changed, like the flip of a switch just from the sound of your voice.
“Listen to my voice, alright?” He nodded, gulping back the fear and anxiety, his anger simmering down like the flame of a cigarette.
Noticing the shift in his gun, his grip loosening, Vera lunged to grab the weapon from him until you shot daggers into her unfaithful eyes, daring her to even touch him. Backing away, not wanting anymore trouble she excused herself outside once realizing the hypnotizing effect you had on William, realizing she could never handle him with such care the way you did.
Cupping his cheeks, your forehead pressed against his, reaching for his shaking hand settling it upon your chest where your heart lay. “Do you feel that William?” He nodded once again, his breathing becoming more steady with each passing second.
“My heart beats for you. It always has and always will. Please come home with me. The screaming child means you no harm, he needs his mother, just like I need you. The longer you hear the screaming, the longer you will experience traumatic effects from the war. Please, let’s go back to my house.” Almost instantly, the wounded solider fell into your touch, his head nuzzling into the warmth of your neck, needing to be closer to the woman who brought him so much comfort, so much love without once caring what others may have thought.
He began to weep into your chest, clutching onto your soaked clothes for dear life, dropping the gun onto the floor. Dylan and his wife stay staring, still frightened to move, the sod of a poet disgusted you, the way he smirked like he had finally one his true prized possession, the lovely Vera.
Putting his arm over your shoulder, you picked up his gun from the floor to ensure the others would not take his firearm that he owned before walking him to your house.
~
He had calmed down once he was away from everyone, just alone with you. You had seated him in the kitchen, insisting that he eat something, even if it was small and grabbed him a blanket from the living room sofa. He didn’t hesitate to wrap the warm fabric around his trembling, frigid body, nodding to you gratefully.
He was almost too stunned to speak and didn’t know where to start on how grateful he was for you. The moonlight shimmered in your hair, his eyes fixated on every step you took while he pondered and took a breath before speaking.
“I don’t even know where to begin to thank you. You were always such a genuine, kind-hearted girl and- and I’ve always had a feeling deep within my heart that I was with the wrong woman.” Carrying over his cup of tea and a plate of graham crackers, you sat beside him brushing his hair back to reveal his uncannily beautiful face.
He was a damaged man, and you were a strong woman, willing to make any sacrifice for him, and his injured soul. William needed love, he needed to know that he isn’t hard to love.
“William, you don’t have to thank me. I can assure you those bastards don’t deserve you or the love you so willingly gave. It angered me, and saddened me to see them take advantage of you and I want you to know you mean so much more to me than you could ever comprehend. I’ve sort’ve always loved you. Now please eat.” He followed your instructions, and to his surprise you made his favorite tea, adding just the right amount of honey and sugar. You stayed seated, sipping your own cup, pulling a book to read to him. It was a love story, about a man who grew up without a family, and a woman that was independent and believed in equality. William couldn’t help but notice the similarities between your own lives. Every word, every annunciation, and the soft, adoring tone of your voice had him feeding and listening intently to every word, even when you stuttered or mispronounced a word he found it adoringly cute.
Closing the book, once you finished the chapter, you settled it soundly back in its spot in the corner of your table, realizing William had finished his tea and crackers.
“Do- do you mind if I stay with you tonight?” His eyes scanned the floor In embarrassment, causing you to take gentle hold of his hand, brushing your fingers over his wounded skin.
“William, I wouldn’t love anything more. Come.” You stood up, and walked him to your room. He felt out of place being in your private area but when you padded the mattress, he took the hint that it was okay for him to sleep beside you.
“Can- can I take off my clothes. It’s quite warm in here and my clothes are still wet but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He stood awkwardly on the other side of the bed, glancing around unable to make eye contact with you. He didn’t want to scare you or think he’d take advantage of you in any way.
“Of course. That’s alright.” After asking once more, he shed himself of his clothes, deciding to stay in just his gray short-sleeve and underwear.
Taking his side of the bed, the subtle cinnamon smell of your belongings brought a strong comfort to him, and he nuzzled his head into the soft pillow. When you turned the light off, William lay with his back to you facing the wall. He wished he could kiss you, he was beyond grateful for all you’ve done and was very hesitant, he didn’t want you to kick him out, but you were thinking the same thing as you stared at his muscular back.
“William?” He turned around to face you, his blue eyes still finding someway to shine in the darkened room. “Are you alright?”
“Kiss me, you fool.” Slowly, he moved closer toward your body, his hand gliding over the delicate skin of your neck as he pressed his lips against yours. The moment fully sinking in that he did indeed marry the wrong woman. He had never kissed someone where it felt so right in an instant, it felt like an electric current was moving through his veins. Your lips were very soft, almost angelic like, you kissed him with such fragility and patience, not wanting the moment to end. Tracing your hands behind his neck, you deepened the kiss, pulling him against your body. Needing to taste more of him, your tongue delve into him with grace, skimming over his. He tasted of honey and cinnamon, such an inviting taste, so magnetic and alluring. His mind was swirling in every direction and for some reason he felt closer to you in such a short amount of time than he had ever felt with Vera.
Something about you just felt so right, William was unable to break away from your velvet lips, taking much enjoyment in the silk, smooth feeling of your tongue and how you tasted of cherries and rum. This was somewhere he wanted to stay, ignoring the sound of Dylan and Vera arguing outside the house as his lips spread into a wide smile, finally feeling like he had found a home and a future wife to love him whole. As far as he was concerned Vera was history, especially since he found out Rowatt wasn’t his, he found no reason for him to need to stay, but he was determined to take things slow as a love like your was much too fragile, and difficult to find. He wanted to enjoy every second with you, and he vowed to himself, he would be the man for you.
Falling asleep in his arms, you fell asleep with a warm smile on your face, the fluttering beat of your heart being held purely in his hand and his only.