#william killick fanfic

[lottiesprophecy]

i need help finding a william killick fanfic that i never finished reading. the ofc accidentally time travelled back to the 40’s with this mysterious box that was sent to her. i’m having trouble finding it. please help me 😭

#cillian murphy #william killick #william killick x reader #william killick fanfic #the edge of love #cillian murphy fanfiction

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

What I Want... | William Killick x fem!reader

summary: Elise is the daughter of an army surgeon who must learn to live with her father's new boarder, Officer William Killick. What begins as a childish crush quickly becomes deep-rooted resentment for the haughty young officer, but one night at dinner when Elise forces the men to listen to what she has to say, that resentment becomes something more once again.

warnings: Smut, misogyny, age-gap (19 & 26), unprotected sex, degrading talk, angst, fingering, oral (f receiving), semi-public.

word count: 5,061k

*edited 5/25/24- switched to 2nd person pronouns.

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To start the story, you must imagine a country courtyard, a quaint country home outside of London. The house is small and built on the edge of the city, before the suburbs became a fairy tale destination for starter families. That house is home to a widower and his daughter, recovering from the shock of the Blitz. Even in the English countryside, the war could still be felt like vibrations through the ground. You could feel them too. The daughter of an army doctor, you grew up in a strict household reeking of repressed emotion. Your father was a widower and an emotionally unavailable army doctor, so you followed the typical protocol. You acted out in your teenage years, trying to make up for the hole your mother’s absence left in your home. By eighteen you were your own person, stronger and more independent. You tried to be completely normal, just like everyone else, because you didn’t want to be different. You rode your bike, borrowed books from the library, and painted your nails with red lacquer. You were just a girl, preparing to study away at university, when William Killick joined your household in the summer of ‘46. 

He was a boarder and a prestigious one at that. He was a decorated officer, brave, mature…handsome. 26 never looked so good on a man. At the beginning of the summer, William ignored your stares, your darting eyes, and nervous smiles. She was the last thing on his mind and who can blame him? Surviving the war took a toll on the man and manifested physically in his nightmares and tight jaw. William arrived with a few belongings and a typewriter, set on writing about the war. Your father had invited him to stay for the summer, offering whatever assistance he needed to get back onto his feet. William took it cautiously, embarrassed to receive such enormous help from a man who had already saved his life once before. You, the doctor’s daughter, had been mentioned only once before, subtext in a telegram, barely important. After arriving two weeks before, it had become clear that you were to be William’s housemate and awkward neighbor. 

William was not good with girls but he was great with women. Anyone below the age of twenty became alien. He didn’t know how to talk to them, so he didn’t. William would watch you from his bedroom window as you lounged in the backyard, dipping your feet into the deep fountain by the garden wall. You tossed and turned on the fountain’s surface, sunning yourself like a lizard. William licked his lips and looked away, turning his attention to the keys of his typewriter. 

When you would come inside, your feet still wet from the fountain, you could hear the irritatingly familiar sound of typewriter keys. His fingers struck each tab fiercely, with a precision that sounded like vengeance. You’d hated it at first, fumming in your bedroom with a pillow pressed around your ears, but you found the sound comforting now. At night it reminded you that he was awake, watching, aware. You felt safe and found yourself falling asleep faster. You never told him this, however, you rarely talked to him at all. His stern-looking face and quiet demeanor was off putting and cautionary to a young woman. William had been there for only three weeks and you’d barely said one word to him at all. You watched him more and more, feeling a kernel of desire hardening in your chest. It was a girlish crush, something that entertained you when the long hours of summer bored you. 

You couldn’t help, however, to wonder if William ever looked out his window as you swung your shapely legs back and forth on the swing in your backyard. You hoped it would draw him out of his room one day. But your lax attitude and childish behavior still irked the older Officer. Even if his eyes lingered on your freckled shoulders during dinner, you were little more than an annoying child to him. You spoke very little and he suspected it was because of him. Your breakfasts were awkward and spent in silence while the doctor was making house calls. William took his coffee in silence, no longer able to stay awake after just one cup of tea. His nightly nightmares made it impossible to do much sleeping. 

One month into William’s stay, you ventured to finally speak to the man. Creeping quietly into the breakfast room and wearing a pretty girl’s play uniform and ribbons in your hair, you pulled his attention away from his newspaper. 

“Are you going to the victory parade, Captain?” 

Your voice broke the silence in William’s mind. He glanced up and noticed you standing beside your chair, your blush colored hand gripping the back of your chair. Your quiet voice shocked the thoughts from his head. 

“Pardon?” He asked as he cleared his throat. The newspaper collapsed over his fists. You blinked nervously and licked your lips. 

“Are you going to the victory parade? It’s on the front page,” you pointed to the front page of the newspaper he held between his hands. William tore his eyes from your face and checked the paper, annoyance rising in his throat. He took a moment to read the headline and groaned internally. 

“No, I won’t.” He answered evenly and flicked the paper back into place. You disappeared behind the wall of words and bit your lip in embarrassment. He kept his eyes focused on the page, though not reading, while you  slipped out of the room. Your sandals clicked obnoxiously as you rushed up the stairs into your room. 

Your face burned from embarrassment and anger, so you cupped your hands against your cheeks. You cursed beneath your breath and resisted the urge to scream and kick your feet in the air. Their conversation had lasted for less than a minute and you learned exactly how rude the Officer could be. Were all men of higher rank like that? What gave Officer Killick the right to treat you in that way, so disinterested and unbothered? He was technically your guest! You fummed in the privacy of your bedroom as William chewed his toast calmly and swallowed. 

…

  William remained frustratingly unbothered as he dressed for dinner, fixing his hair and straightening his dinner jacket. He cleared the dark hair from his forehead and sighed through his nose, his jaw set painfully as if he were suppressing a yawn. His door remained ajar and the movement of you passing in the hallway caught his eyes in the mirror. Your small waist was wrapped in a red romper and your brown mary janes squeaked quietly against the floorboards’ grain. You’d left your hair ribbons behind and your hair fell messily behind your shoulders. 

You tried to breathe evenly as you descended the stairs. The sounds of your father emerging from his study for dinner comforted your nervous attitude. You dreaded the arrival of the man upstairs, dreading having to listen politely as the men discussed their days, opinions, thoughts. It made you dislike the man more but it also made your crush that much more unbearable. You picked at the skin on your palms when they met at the dining room table in silence. You listened as the men discussed politics as they usually did, the boredom boring into your temples like screws. You studied the smug profile of the young officer and pinched the skin on your thigh. Call you immature but you wanted to cause trouble, raise a little hell for the man, just enough to make him finally acknowledge your existence. 

“Officer Killick told me that he isn’t participating in the victory parade,” you casually announced, cutting your meat and licking the juice from your fork. Her father raised his eyebrows inquisitively. 

“Oh?” He asked as he chewed. William looked at the girl, his brows furrowed. What were you doing? 

“Ah no,” William cleared his throat and wiped his mouth with his cloth napkin. 

“It’s a pity,” you interjected, your eyes trained on your plate. 

“Why’s that?” William retorted, cautious of your tainted tone. 

“The parade is celebrating your victory, our victory. Surly Churchill would want you to be there.” 

William swallowed sharply, his blue eyes now trained on you at the table, sitting adjacent to him. 

“I owe Mr. Churchill nothing.” His voice was cold, his shoulders stiff, and his eyes narrowed, “and as long as you aren’t in cahoots with the man, I doubt he would ever know I wasn’t there to celebrate such a phony victory.” 

“Are you not pleased with the outcome, Officer Killick?” You asked calmly. Your father looked between the two of you with nervous glances. 

“That’s an unfair question.”

“How so?” 

“We may have won but the loss of human lives in the process barely justifies the minimal victory we claim to have earned.” 

“Are you such a pessimist?” You leaned closer and watched as the man lost more of his patience. 

“I’m a realist. I know what the war did and I know the effect it will continue to have because of what we did. No victory is worth what I’ve seen.” His eyes betrayed his erratic state. Images of war flashed in his eyes. 

He was breathing heavily as your eyes locked over the dinner table. You watched him, your eyes softening at the sight of the man cracking beneath the pressure of your conversation. His hair had been displaced and strands stuck to his perspiring forehead. His adam’s apple bobbled in his throat as he swallowed. 

“You still don’t want to celebrate what you’ve accomplished, what we have now because of what you and other men had to do? War is about sacrifices and even sacrifices should be celebrated.” You offered evenly and looked down at your plate shyly. William took a deep breath and sighed, picking up his fork to resume eating.  

“I shouldn’t be celebrated. Nothing I did was worth praise.” He said quietly and looked at the doctor. “In fact, doctor, you should know that the man you’ve allowed to stay in your home is just as bad as the men he was forced to slaughter. I’ve done things…” he faltered and sniffed loudly. William stood and dropped his napkin on the table beside his plate. He looked once again at you, his eyes soft once more. 

“I’ve done things no young woman should ever have to know about.” His eyes lingered on your face as he spoke and when he was finished he turned and left the room. His footsteps echoed emptily in the dark house as he left out through the back door. The doctor paused before looking at you.

“Y/N,” he sighed, “we’ve all made sacrifices that we’d prefer not to remember. Parades tend to make us remember.” He sipped slowly from his wine glass and cleared his throat. 

…

You finished your dinner quickly and excused yourself. When your father was safely removed to his bedroom, you snuck down the stairs in your bare feet, hoping to avoid making any noise that would wake your father. In the cover of warm darkness, William stood beside the fountain, his hands shoved into his pockets. He stared wordlessly into the glimmering water until he heard your approach and whipped his head around. His wide eyes relaxed once he recognized your silhouette and soft voice. 

“Sorry, sir,” you whispered into the summer air. William looked back at the fountain and bit his tongue slightly. 

“You’re something else, aren’t you?” He muttered. 

“Sir?”

“How did your father allow you to grow up into such a brat?” He spun around, his voice harsh with a snarl. The ridge of his nose was crinkled as he spoke. You quivered beneath his tone and bit the inside of your cheek. 

“You don’t know me well enough to say that.”

“Then what was that at dinner? How dare you talk to me like that!” He turned around, his voice dark and angry. You sucked in a breath, watching as his hands rose in the air and froze. 

“I was angry and I overreacted,” you whispered weakly. William’s shoulders relaxed slightly in the dark. 

“Why?” He asked with a tired sigh and fished around in his pocket for a cigarette. 

“We’ve barely had even one conversation since you got here. This morning I was trying to make polite conversation and you were quite rude about it.” You spoke with your hands waving about your body and your breath tight as you searched for words. 

“Maybe I don’t like polite conversation,” William grumbled as he struck a match and tried to light his cigarette, “damn it.” He cursed when his hands shook, making it impossible to light his cigarette. 

“Maybe you have no manners,” you countered and took the small matchbook from the man. William watched you cautiously as you struck a new match and offered him the flame. William bent over and puffed out smoke until the cigarette’s end was properly lit. He pulled it from his lips and exhaled. 

“I stopped caring about manners during the war. In a world where there are so many problems, manners just seem ridiculous to waste my energy on. So, as to my point, I don’t like making polite conversation. If I wanted to talk to you about something, I would.”

“Well why haven’t you?” You crossed your arms across your chest and dug your toe into the soft bed of the lawn, avoiding his eyes like a shy schoolgirl. 

“Sometimes I don’t have anything to say,” William shrugged. 

“To women you mean,” you finished for him and his eyes shot back to your’s. He looked you up and down before he shook his head with a smirk you’d never seen before. 

“I don’t know if I would call you that. You’re a little young.” 

“And what? Does that make you an old man?” You smiled and glanced back at the house behind you, most of the windows devoid of light. 

“In some sense, yes,” William looked down at his cigarette and furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Well, I’m not a little girl, Officer Killick.” You smiled, “and I’m certainly not a brat.” 

“We’ll see about that,” William smiled back and twirled his cigarette between his fingers. As he looked down at the cigarette in his hand, a pair of soft lips kissed him quickly. You held his top lip carefully in your mouth before stepping back, watching his eyes for a reaction. William swallowed and opened his mouth to speak but no words came. You stared at each other in the darkness until William kissed you again, bending his shoulders down to meet your lips. It had been forever since he had kissed a woman and the rush of your breath fanning against his lips made him shiver. You wrapped your arms briefly around his shoulders and rose to your tiptoes. You held their lips still against one another for a moment and William felt himself sigh into you. Your smaller body radiated warmth into his, making him aware of the sweat collecting at the small of his back. With his free hand, William snaked his hand up your neck to your hair and clasped it in his hand. You smelled so nice and strands of your silky hair slipped from his fingers. 

“Y/N…” he whispered as he broke their kiss. Your bright eyes fluttered open and looked up at him. Suddenly, the scene became all too real to him. William took a step back, dropping his hand from your hair. He dragged a hand through his own hair and furrowed his brow. The dim light from the dining room leaked into the yard, casting a jaundice light on the young woman before him. From your perspective, the officer’s form was backlit, illuminating the width of his shoulders and the curve of his neck as he tilted his head to the side. He sighed heavily and took a long drag of his cigarette. Smoke filtered from his nose as he dropped the cigarette and stubbed it out with his heel. 

“Do you always get what you want?” He said calmly. You caught your breath, the sound of the fountain behind you becoming deafening. His blue eyes glimmered like dying stars in the dark. Your chest rose and fell as time felt as if it was standing still. That moment before a bomb exploded, before the ground gave out and the windows shattered around you. His hand waited at his side, flexing and relaxing as he watched you. 

“Yes,” you whispered finally. William drew in a shaky breath and nodded softly, risking a step towards you. 

“Then…” he started “who am I to resist you now?” He asked seriously, getting closer. Your eyes followed his hand as it found your hip in the dark. 

“But Y/N…” he started again and looked you up and down, “someone ought to tell you no.” He smirked haughtily and tilted your head back by your chin. He leaned his mouth in beside your ear and growled, “no one likes a fucking brat.” 

His words tickled the peach fuzz down your neck and you shivered, frightened by the tone of his deep voice. William dropped his hand from your waist and turned away. You watched his back as he walked away from you in the dark, towards the light of the house. Not ready to give up yet, you rushed to him and grabbed his forearm, urging him to stop. 

“Killick,” you whispered in a small voice. He looked over his shoulder at you, your red romper creased from dinner. He could just make out the light colored hair on your upper thighs in the offcast-light. Something in your facial expression changed him, the doe-like look in your eyes or your cupid bow lips, puckered in desire. He turned back around and kissed you, your hand still wrapped tightly around his arm. His hands reached for your waist and grabbed tightly at the flesh there. You dropped his hand when he picked you up by your waist, holding you up painfully on your tip-toes. Now you looked down slightly at him, his eyes dark and mature, scary and different in the nighttime. 

“What do you want from me, Y/N?” He grunted up at you, his voice heavy. You swallowed nervously and whined quietly from the painful way his fingers bore into your waist, the fabric of your romper giving your an uncomfortable wedgie

“I-,” you took a breath, “want you.”

“Oh, do you now?” William smirked, rubbing his thumbs across the fabric around your sides. “And you always get what you want, so what makes me special to you? Why should I let you have me?” 

You tried to catch your breath in your uncomfortable position.  

“I’ve never wanted anyone like this before,” you whispered, breathless. It was an honest response that embarrassed you and your face flushed a deep unflattering pink. William laughed briefly and lowered your back to the ground. 

“You’re just a naive little girl,” William stated, “you don’t know what you want.” 

“No, you’re right. I don’t.” You answered, frustration showing in your tone, “It’s not enough that I’m making a fool of myself saying these things to you, you have to make me feel stupid as well. My father does enough of that.” 

“You’re not stupid,” William observed quietly, but you were already mad, your voice gaining a harsher edge as you spoke.

“No, I’m not. I know I’m not. But to you and every other man that has ever been inside this house, I’m just a foolish little girl who knows nothing about the real world. And you may be right, Officer Killick, I may know nothing of war but it's only because you men have made it so that I can’t. I know nothing about how it feels for men and women to be together but I know something of how I feel, I know what want  is. I know what desire is. I desire so many things, sir. I want an education, I want to be taken seriously, I want to get out of this house, and right now, I want you. 

Your voice was no louder than a whisper but you felt as though you had been shouting. William watched you as you spoke, his jaw loosening as he listened. When you finished, he raised his eyebrow. Saying nothing, he stepped closer and swept the hair off your shoulders to your back. 

“You speak of desire,” William said softly as his hands cradled your neck, “I didn’t think I could desire anything after I came back.” 

You looked up at William and breathed out shakily when he began stroking your throat. 

“Why do I desire such an aggravating young woman? How could I want you so desperately when you make me so fucking angry?” 

“I could say the same sir,” you whispered, your hands hesitantly finding his chest beneath his jacket. William looked down at your sweet face and kissed you softly. You gripped the slack in his shirt, pulling him closer. William began to kiss you harder, shifting his head to the other side, and breathing deeply against your skin. You moaned softly as his hands slid down the front of your romper, lingering over your breasts. Your nipples hardened beneath his light touch as his thumbs passed over them. His hands traveled down to your bare thighs and then back up, slipping up your shorts. 

His right hand shifted over to your crotch, pulling and prodding at the material there. You moaned and rose up on the balls of your feet. You pushed the dinner jacket from his shoulders, watching as it fell to the grass behind him in a pile. Stumbling backwards, William held your waist against his stomach, bending your back away from him as he kissed you. You pulled at his hair, taking handfuls in your palms and tugging lightly. The Officer felt blood rush to his cock as he lowered you onto the grass beside the fountain. Your kisses became more erratic, sloppy with nerves and fear. Your heart seemed to beat so fast and hard that the ground quivered beneath you. William reached around your back, finding the small zipper at the nape of your neck and unzipped the romper slowly. 

“Wait,” you whispered and drew away from the man, “I don’t know how to do this.” 

William nodded, his breath shallow from lust, “It's alright sweetheart.” His voice was deep and contrasted strangely with the lightness of his blue eyes. The tree adjacent to your bodies covered you with a blanket of additional darkness, but even still, you could trace the outline of the officer’s face with your eyes. 

“You don’t have to do anything,” he whispered against your ear as he moved the straps from your shoulders, exposing the flesh below your collarbones and above your breasts. “But because you’re such a spoiled brat who gets whatever you wants…” his eyes flicked up to hers as he pulled the romper down your chest. “It's my turn to do what I want.” 

William tugged the romper down your waist and maneuvered it off your legs, setting it neatly to the side. Below your romper, you wore only underwear. William’s hands shook as he traced the hemming of the pretty panties, trailing a finger from the point of your pelvis to the inside of your thigh. You panted nervously, your chest rising and falling in quick succession. You resisted the urge to cover your breasts with your arms, embarrassed that you were so exposed when he was still almost fully dressed. With one last quick glance up at the house, William kissed your navel and then again on the soft pouch of flesh above the top of your underwear. 

When he pulled your underwear down to your knees, you gasped and covered your mouth quickly, shocked by the reality of your situation. At any moment, your father could awake and find the two other rooms empty. At any moment, your father could come outside to see the young officer lower his mouth to your thighs and kiss them gently. The house, however, stayed quiet and dark as William spread your legs as far as you could with the underwear still around your knees, and rubbed his pointer finger between the folds of your cunt. 

“I want to feel you around my fingers,” William said hoarsely, holding himself over you, still kneeling between your crooked legs. “I want to see how much you can take.” He added with a soft smirk before slowly inserting one finger inside you. You arched your back slightly, scared by the intrusion that wasn’t necessarily pleasurable. 

“It’s in,” he encouraged you quietly and moved his finger back and forth, coating it with your natural lubricant. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” William watched your face. Your eyes widened as his finger went deeper, making you feel full with just one finger inside. It didn’t really feel like anything, though you enjoyed the closeness it awarded you as William’s face got closer and closer to your own. His breath mingled with your’s, your eyes locked. 

“Just one more finger and you’ll start to feel it. It’ll feel good.” William told you as he slowly inserted a second finger. You quickly muffled your moan as William worked the two fingers inside. The Officer was right, that’s when you started to feel it. William curled his fingers up and worked them in and out, prodding at the small button-like organ inside your cunt. You squirmed beneath him, your hips thrusting up as you tried to work through the sensations. 

“Good…” William praised you, licking his lips quickly, and looked down at your wet cunt. Then he slowly lowered his face between your thighs and watched up close as his fingers worked inside you, eliciting dampened whimpers and sighs. Watching your changing facial expressions, William applied his mouth to your clit and began to suck gently. Immediately, your hips jutted forward, Your free hand pulled up handfuls of grass and you bit down on your palm. You whimpered loudly through your teeth and William smiled against your cunt, licking your folds in quick, cat-like laps. 

“Sir,” you moaned, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, “s-something's happening. Mmmmmm oh god!” You cried as William sucked harder on your clit, his fingers fucking you with more violence. 

“You’re cuming. Good, good girl.” William smirked and helped your ride through your violent first orgasm. Your hips fell back against the grass as cloudy juice coated his tired fingers. Licking them clean, William sat back on his knees and admired your beautiful body. You looked up at him with your wide, doe-like eyes. Your hair was wild and sweat glistened across your collarbones. William had not been able to get an erection since he left the airforce, but now, he felt the old-familiar feeling of his cock being crushed against his pants. His crotch tented out toward you. You were panting as you tried to catch your breath. 

“We’re not quite done yet,” William ran a hand up your thigh to your cheek. The muscles in your stomach contracted as his hand passed over them. With his free hand, William undid the front of his trousers and pulled his erection from his underwear. His pants fell slightly below his pale butt as he supported himself over you again. “Put your hand on it,” William ordered kindly and waited patiently as you reached for his cock in the dark. He sighed loudly as you held his cock and began to rub your hand up and down. 

“Good, keep doing that and go a little faster…. Just like that, yes.” 

“It’s so big…” You whispered, biting your lip. 

“Well what’d you expect, sweetheart?” William tried to smile before breaking into a moan. “Ok, I’ll take over again from here. I’m going to fuck you now, ok?��� He waited for you to nod before he raised one of your legs and lined himself up with your entrance. “This will hurt a little. Try to be quiet, ok?” He pushed inside and felt the immediate contraction of your cunt around him as he did. 

“So fucking wet, bloody hell.” William watched as his cock slid inside, your cum glistening around his length. You covered your mouth once again and gasped each time he pulled back and reentered you. “Oh I’m going to fuck your sweet little cunt,” William groaned, holding himself back from fucking you as hard as he wanted to. 

“It feels so good,” You gasped behind your hand and William nodded. 

He started to move deeper, slightly shifting the girl’s body across the grass as his hips met hers. His butt flexed as he went as far as he could inside her, whimpering when you squeezed around him. As he started to gain more momentum, William grunted each time he thrusted into you and you bit down on your thumb to stop yourself from yelling out in pleasure. He held one of your thighs up to your chest, helping his cock find the button of pleasure inside your cunt. When he did, you moaned around your thumb. You grabbed at the Officer’s shirt, pulling him closer to your chest. William supported himself just above your face and kissed your splotchy pink neck as he went slower. 

“I’m going to cum again,” you whimpered beside his ear. 

William smirked and bit down gently on your shoulder, his hips rutting deeply into you. 

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” William urged you as he worked up to his own climax. Your whimpers peaked as you came around him for a second time, your hands grabbing onto the back of his shirt. Fucking you a little faster as you whinned beneath him, William came to a blinding climax. Pulling out just in time, he spilled his hot seed onto the ground beside you. You stared at each other as you panted, both of your grotesquely pale skin glowing in the dark. Finally, William kissed you again, sucking on your bottom lip as you sighed softly. 

And just as you pulled apart, a soft yellow light came on upstairs.

....

Should there be a part 2?

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[your-nanas-house]

I'm pretty sure you're mine

◇ Pairing: Sub!William Killick X dom fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, disappointment, friends to lovers, choking, slapping, edging, raw sex/creampie, sadness and lust, shitty writing (sorry I'm pretty sick and struggled a bit)

◇ Summary: William meets his childhood friend again, after a promise he did before the war.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Inspired by one of the latest and wonderful works of @pinguwrites

"William—" her voice came out as a whisper as her eyes remained on her loving childhood friend, who was busy apparently flirting with a brunette woman.

He turned around, licking his lips in confusion but kind of joy— a joy that vanished as soon as he saw the hurt face of who used to be his Y/n.

She left him no time to say hello, ask questions, or give an explanation— even though it was ages since they saw each other and she was really eager to meet him again after all they had been through.

It didn't happened though, not like she planned.

Y/n always imagined their reunion to be more romantic, full with joy and cries and passion— not sadness and disappointment.

She rushed out of the pub where they were, pushing the door open before running away the fastest she could, leaving the young man confused and sad at the entrance.

.

A couple of days later, someone knocked at the door of the house she was staying in and thinking that it was probably the owner or someone important, she opening it just to be face to face with William.

Neither of them spoke for a couple of seconds, they just kept looking at each other, taking in all the changes that were visible on their bodies— before she made an attempt to close the door.

William's feet quickly stopped her action, opening the door again and walking in as soon as she rushed away, heading with an angry gait to the living room— so that she could continue to prepare her suitcases.

"Y/n" William's voice broke the silence taking her slightly by surprise, it had become deeper and his accent was still present, if she wasn't that mad she would have probably begged him to speak to her all day long.

Distracted by his voice, she didn't realize that the man had moved and was now standing behind her with a very worried look.

Her body became still as soon as William rested his hand carefully on her shoulder, she turned slowly her head to meet his piercing baby blue eyes— waiting for him to talk, to say anything.

"Why are you here?" William asked, leaking of words. His words kept echoing in Y/n's head as she stared how blankly at his handsome face

"Why am I here?" Repeats, anger slowly building up, her movements become more nervous and fast as she kept packing her things.

"Yes—" he started, taken aback by her sudden motion, her finger pointing at his chest "I'm here because I wanted to see you again, I waited for you to come back to me after war but nothing!" she revealed breathing heavily.

Y/n didn't let William open his mouth again.

Her hand pushed against his chest, making him stumble against the nearest surface

"I came here ready to see you again, to be with you and start something like we promised each other and there you are, flirting with another woman" she murmured, staring at him with a lot of emotions in her eyes.

William's heart skipped a beat as his stomach sinked. She was mad. But, she had every right to be.

She returned to a man who had changed and seemingly moved on from the past. She had a right to be mad.

William swallowed down, his gut instinct to defend himself disappearing as he stared at her, his mouth almost unable to form words.

"You have nothing to say?" She asked incredulously, her eyes narrowing even more

"I..I..." he stammered out, his tongue tied. It feels like he couldn't find the proper words, as if every time he opened his mouth to speak they only stumble out as gibberish.

His heart raced as frustration mounts against himself for what had become of the situation. She was rightfully angry at him, but now he found himself unable to even answer the question posed to him.

"The cat got your tongue, William?" She asked, framing his body with hers, almost giving an energy of superiority and dominance.

He stared with wide eyes, shocked but at the same time intrigued by the sudden position.

He couldn't feel the heat of her body pressed against his, the sensation sending waves of heat through his body. Her smell was different then he remembered, not sweet and innocent like it used to be but— nicer.. more mature.

It was almost as if she was designed to distract him.

Y/n's eyes scanned his body as she bit softly her bottom lip in thought.

His breath caught in his chest, feeling the butterflies rush to his stomach, his body nearly shivering as she moves closer.

His hands suddenly rise, his body shifted so he was better framed by hers.

William stared at her, knowing that they both felt the heat rising.

They both let out a soft sigh before their lips connected in a passionate and fiercely kiss.

He suddenly wrapped his hands around her waist, his fingers interlocking together, pulling her in as he kisses her.

Her arms hugging his neck forcefully, holding him closer to her.

The passion and heat that erupted between them was utterly exhilarating, but at the same time there was a certain intimacy about the kiss— as well as repressed feelings and hidden emotions.

His tongue swirled around hers, and he felt her body pressed up against his during the kiss, the heat and tension nearly unbearable.

Y/n pushed him against the wall, pulling softly at his locks as she broke the kiss

"Tell me you're still mine" she whispered against his lips, her nose brushing his as she waited for a reply, her eyes closed.

A deep moan erupted from William's throat, his body nearly trembling beneath her— his lips parted and the words barely managed to utter themselves from his mouth

"I'm still yours.." he whispered, and kisses her again.

She returned the kiss, leading him to the bedroom of the house while she started to undress him— he was still in a state of shock that this was happening, but the heat that he felt rise through him as she lead him to the bedroom was undeniable.

Her hands moved to undo his buttons, her breath on his neck, hot and desperate, and the heat of her body rising up through his own.

It was almost as if she was designed to steal away his breath, and his body responded in turn without hesitation.

And in a quick motion he was now laying on the bed, Y/n towering over him while she kicked off her boots.

William kept watching her with anticipation as he laid there, his own hands move to undo his pants, pulling them off one as he watches her remove her blouse.

It felt as if time had melted away for William.

Time no longer held any sway over him, it was just the two of them together; her hands on his body, her lips on his, her breath against his skin.

He suddenly leaned forward and kissed her again deeply, pulling her body to rest upon his.

His hand wandered lower, taking a handful of her ass, earning a harsh slap from her

"I don't think you understand who's in control right now, baby boy" Y/n murmured, her nails digging in the flesh of his chin as she held it still, making William whine softly.

The sudden slap earned a jolt of shock from him and the burning remained a reminder.

This had always been the underlying dynamic between the two of them and the sudden harshness from her now was utterly unexpected— it felt like this wasn't the same girl he used to fool around with, her confidence drowing him almost as if she had been the one who had gone to war.

Her nails scraped at his chin harder, and the sudden rush of heat sent shivers all through his body.

William just nodded breathless, his eyes watching her carefully as his body didn't dare to move

"Will you be a good boy, William? My good boy?" She asked almost ordering him to, placing kisses along his jawline.

His heart kept hammering heavily in his chest as his breathing grew heavy at her commands.

She had taken an unexpected role in this reunion, and it was taking him some time to get used to this new dynamic not that he minded.

He slowly nodded, his mouth barely able to utter a single word

"Yes... I'll be a good boy" he finally muttered, rolling his eyes back when she started to nibble on his sweet spot, his breath becoming heavier and heavier as his hands kept tickling.

He needed to grab her, to hold into her but he was too afraid to do so— William didn't want her to stop for no reason.

Y/n's body was still clothed while William was bare under her, needy of her touch and love.

"Tell me you're mine, honey" she whispered, making her hand travel lower in a painful slow pace.

"I'm yours" he muttered quickly out, his heart racing violently as his breath grew more ragged

"I'm yours" he repeated it again breathless, as if to convince himself more than her that this was true.

Her hand grabbed his rock-hard cock which was hidden under the skirt of her dress, she pumped it a couple of time, watching his face writhe in a grimace of pleasure.

"What do you want, baby?" Y/n whispered a couple of minutes later, denying him the release.

The question threw him off completely as he was still under the effects of her sudden dominance.

It took him a few moments to even grasp the question she was asking him, but when he did, the words that fell from his mouth were quick and decisive

"I want..." his voice was nearly a whisper

"I want you to teach me a lesson" his eyes were filled with anticipation as he stared at hers.

"My baby wants a lesson? A lesson of what, huh? Does my baby need to be remined of who he belongs to?" She mocked him, tightening the grip she had on his thrombing cock.

William groaned in response, the pain of her grip nearly unbearable, as was the mocking tone she used.

His eyes narrowed in pain and pleasure as she challenged him, as if daring him to resist

"Yes" he whispered softly "Yes, darling...I need to learn my place".

Another harsh slap could be heard in the room, he blinked a couple of times, looking at her now like a lost puppy

"I'm not your darling, baby. What am I?" She asked, her free hand grabbing his face "You're My Mistress" he whispered out, the words coming out like a sudden admission.

His head bowed down slightly, his gaze falling down as he waited a response or another slap.

"Mistress" Y/n repeated softly, nodding in approval "Call me that, baby" she kissed his bruised lips as a reward

"Is my baby ready to be reminded?" She whispered against his lips.

His lips parted in an involuntary whimper as she moved her hand again

"Yes Mistress... I'm ready" he whispered in a low voice, waiting her next move.

Her lips touched his face again in a kiss, her nails scratching along his lips, reminding him of the power she held in this moment.

"That's a good boy" she praised, listening to William's soft whimper.

Y/n moved down his body, leaving kisses down his pale freckled skin till she reached his leaking cock— her thumb rubbed his angry red tip, collecting his pre-cum as he squirmed softly, his hands grabbing into the bed.

Her bottom lip was caged between her teeth, her eyes fixed on him while she continued with her actions, slapping hard the pale skin of his tigh as soon as he tried to do something

"Ah Ah, baby. Behave or I stop, got it?" Y/n murmured, spitting on his cock to be able to stroke him better, earning other whines and whimpers from the grown man.

The young woman managed to deny him his release for six times before receiving an actual reaction from him.

Tears running down his sharp but handsome face, his cheeks flushed and his lips bruised for all his biting and the kisses they shared before.

And each slap on his thigh was a sharp sting of pain and a rush of heat that made him tremble slightly against her as a sharp moan escaped his mouth each time

"M-More, please! More, mistress! I-I need m-more" his voice grew hoarse as the lesson went on, his voice dripping with desire and need as he begged her.

A small smirk remined on Y/n's face as she decided to finally stop torturing him and get her pussy a bit of satisfaction as well.

She moved her dress slightly up, not showing William anything but her thighs for a couple of seconds before sink into him— her cunt wrapping tightly around his cock.

William's back arched at the sudden sensation, his eyes rolled back as his hand finally grabbed her hips, letting Y/n still be in control as she bounced on his lenght

"Is my baby close?" She moaned out, grabbing his throat while increasing her pace, ready to receive all the load that William shoot inside of her soon after.

"Yess" she hissed, watching William silent moans, his open mouth and the shaking of his body who was struggling to deal with an orgasm like that

"Fill me, baby boy!" She commanded eagerly before lying next to him breathless as well.

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[viesanterieures]

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

William Killick (The Edge of Love) x Reader

Introduction

summary: The reader finds a mysterious diary in a library that belonged to William Killick in the 1930s. When she writes something in it, her notes appear in the past (1937) which allows the two to communicate with each other and they eventually fall in love.

note: I was watching "The Lake House" from 2006 with Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves and felt inspired by it. (& Also by Tom Riddle's diary in chamber of the secrets) I know that whole concept isn’t brandnew but I enjoyed writing it. So welcome to my new cillian fanfic, hope you like it. I‘m not a native English speaker but I try my best.

William's part is set in 1937 and he lives in London. But he has a different job from the one in the film "The Edge of Love"

warnings: none

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The room was dark, except for the small candle that bathed the room in a flickering orange light. The wind whipped against the walls and he feared that the large tree in front of the house would be uprooted. Thoughtfully, he sat down at his wooden desk, opened the notebook, picked up his fountain pen and began to write. The pen scratched gently across the pages as he put his thoughts to paper. Finally, he closed the book with a sigh, blew out the candle and lay down in bed. Outside it was deathly quiet. Unusual for a city as big as London. It was almost eerie.

***

"Oh, this book really describes the events of that time very well," the librarian said, handing her a thick book. YN took a deep breath and then smiled, shaking her head as she realised that it had been published six years ago. "Do you have anything that was written in the 1930s? Maybe… an original copy?"

"Of course, but unfortunately we don't lend them out, madam," the librarian said in a stern tone.

YN looked at her desperately. "Please, it's for educational purposes. I really need it for my thesis."

The librarian raised her eyebrows. "You're a student?"

"Yes. I'm studying history and I'm about to graduate."

"And your university doesn't have a library?" she asked.

"Of course it does, but the books there are all useless."

Sighing, the librarian folded her arms across her chest. "Okay, come with me. But don’t tell anyone about this, or I'll lose my job. And you definitely can't take the book home with you, you'll have to read it here. Try to hide it as best you can."

"Agreed," YN said excitedly and followed the librarian who led her to the top floor. She stopped in front of a narrow door and took a key from her pocket. "Here are all the antique books we have. As I told you, they are not for loan. Most of them are from the late 19th or early 20th century, don’t touch them, okay? However, we do have some books from the 1930s, as you requested."

The door swung open with a creak. In front of them was a small room, dimly lit by sunlight shining through a small window. The walls were bare and looked cold and uninviting. High shelves lined with books in thick old leather bindings, covered in a thin layer of dust, filled the room. "This is amazing!" YN yelled excitedly.

"Come with me. Don't touch anything unless I say so."

"Of course, Madam."

The librarian paused in front of a small shelf, ran her eyes over the spines of the books and pulled out a thick book in a dark green leather binding with the title 'The face of the Time' by George Norwood.

"Original copy, written in 1935. George Norwood was born in Windsor in 1891 and wrote extensively about his youth, childhood and adult life."

"This is perfect. I'm so grateful, you've helped me so much." She happily took the book.

The librarian smiled a bit and nodded at her. "You're welcome. But remember our agreement."

"Of course, madam."

With a satisfied grin, YN left the room with the old books and sat down at one of the small round tables. She glanced around, afraid that someone might be watching her. But it was quite late, and only an older man was standing in front of one of the shelves minding his own business.

She quickly opened the book and was surprised to find something tucked between the cover and the first page. It was a small black and very thin notebook and a holder on the edge of it held an very old looking pen. Curiously, she opened the book. Could these be original notes from the author, George Norwood? Holding her breath, she read the name written in dark blue letters on the inside cover.

𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓴.

Underneath was an old black and white photograph. It showed a man, perhaps in his mid to late 20s, with dark hair, wearing an elegant suit for that time, standing in front of a small house. He was very handsome, YN noticed. Was this Killick and why was his notebook inside a biography of George Norwood?

Holding her breath, she turned the pages and began to read the neat handwriting.

𝟏𝟓𝓽𝓱 𝓙𝓾𝓵𝔂 𝟏𝟗𝟑𝟕

𝒯𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁. 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒶 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹. 𝑀𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒷𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉.

𝐼 𝑜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓈. 𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝒶𝓂 𝐼 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒? 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝓅𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒾𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹? 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒.

𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒶 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝒾𝑔𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒. 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃'𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉.

Excited, YN turned more and more pages and found more diary entries that went up to yesterday, but 86 years ago. The following pages were empty.

At that moment, YN's phone rang and her heart almost stopped as she was so deep in thought. The older man in front of the shelf watched her curiously, but then looked back again to the book he was holding. YN answered the call. "Hey, YN! It's Veronica!" she heard her best friend's voice. "Oh hi Vero, what's up? I'm sorry, but I don't have much time right now, I'm in the library studying."

"You little nerd." Veronica laughed. "Do you at least have a second?" She didn't wait for YN's answer. "I found a great place for my birthday party next month, it's going to be amazing!"

"Oh yeah, cool, where?"

"The restaurant 'The Ivy House' at 28 Thames Street. You should write the adress down now so you won’t forget it."

"Can't it wait...?" YN distractedly pulled the old pen out of the notebook's holder.

"No, it can't, YN!" Veronica's voice on the other end sounded very insistent.

"Well, what did you say the address was?"

"28 Thames Street," her best friend repeated.

Absentmindedly, the pen scratched across the old and a bit yellowed pages of the notebook as YN wrote down the street name.

Finally, she said goodbye to Veronica and hung up the phone. Only then did she realise what she had done. Had she lost her mind? Had she just destroyed a well-preserved, almost 90-year-old artefact with her scribbles? After all, it wasn't even hers.

However, the author, Killick, was probably long dead, unless he was now nearly 120 years old, which she doubted. Unnoticed, YN slipped the notebook into her bag and turned back to her original reading of George Norwood.

However, she was disappointed to find that Nordwood's book was incredibly poorly written, overly long, lacking in information and generally quite boring. She finally closed it and rubbed her forehead with a sigh. What a waste of time. Grumbling, she got up, tucked the dark green book under her jacket and walked over to the reception desk where the librarian was sitting.

With a tired smile, YN handed it back. "I'm sorry, it wasn't really my taste. But thank you for helping me."

Raising her eyebrows, the librarian took it, but smiled kindly and wished YN a good evening.

***

The day had been so long. William felt every bone in his body. He hated his work as a carpenter, but how else could he make a living? The wages he earned barely paid for a small flat, and he was lucky that the landlady was his aunt. Grumbling, he pushed open the door and was about to climb the stairs when he heard a familiar voice behind him. "William, how lovely to see you. But you’re very late today."

Lost in thought, he glanced down at the newspaper in his hand that he had bought on the way home, but then looked back at his aunt. "My bike had a flat tyre. Luckily I had a repair kit with me. Maybe one day I'll be able to afford a car, who knows…?"

His aunt looked at him compassionately. "I've made some soup, would you like to eat with me?"

Surprised, he looked at her. "That's really not necessary, I'll eat in my own flat."

"Please, William. I know how hard you work."

Gratefully, William followed her into her flat and sat down in the kitchen, putting the newspaper on the dining table. Slowly, he reached over and turned on the radio, listening to the soft music that filled the room.

"So how is it going, William? Have you met a young lady recently?" His aunt looked at him with interest.

William sighed briefly and leaned back in his chair. "No, I haven't."

She shook her head and looked at him. "I don't understand. You're such a handsome, kind boy."

"I'm 27 years old, Aunt Margaret," William chuckled slightly. "I'm no longer a boy."

"You'll always be one to me," she said, looking at her nephew with a smile. She had no children of her own, and her husband had died young. William had been like a son to her.

"I'll get the soup and the bowls," she said, turning around.

"Wait, I'll help you," he replied quickly, getting up.

"No, William, sit down, I'll do it," she said firmly.

Finally, William sat down again. Carefully, he pulled his black diary from his jacket pocket and leafed through it. His fingers stopped on the last written page and he looked at it in confusion. His heart pounding, he turned back a page. There was his entry from last night, just as he had written it. But on the next page, in an unfamiliar handwriting, was a strange, short note.

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐼𝑣𝑦 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡, 𝟸𝟾 𝑇𝘩𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡

He started to shiver. Who had written it down there? He had carried his diary in his coat pocket all day, it would have been impossible for it to fall into someone else's hands. But what if it had? Was it some kind of secret meeting place? But there was no restaurant called The Ivy House on Thames Street, let alone number 28. William knew every street and every single house in London. Confused, he reached for his pen and crossed out the note.

"Careful, the soup is hot," Aunt Margaret said as she placed the steaming pot on the dining table and pushed a bowl of soup towards her nephew.

But he sat there, lost in thought, writing intently in his notebook.

***

"This is going to be amazing, YN, I'm telling you. They make the best cocktails there and they even have a live band that is playing at that day! Jenny also celebrated her birthday there, she said it was awesome".

YN didn’t really listen to her best friend's voice on the phone but she was adding an occasional "hmm" or "yeah, right" to the conversation.

She slowly took the small notebook out of her bag and sat cross-legged on her bed. Suddenly, she felt an incredible sense of guilt for taking it home with her. Technically, she hadn't stolen it, as it didn't belong to the library and had accidentally slipped into another book, but it wasn't hers either. What should she do now? Should she return it? Should she throw it in the bin? The second option was out of the question. Her love for old documents was simply too big.

Lost in thought, she gazed at the slightly faded photo of Killick that was glued inside. What kind of man might he have been? How might he have lived and worked?

"Are you even listening to me, YN?" Veronica's voice sounded a little annoyed.

YN sighed and rubbed her forehead. "I'm sorry, Vero. I've had a long day and I've been studying a lot. I'll call you tomorrow and then we can talk about your party, okay?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. "It's okay, I understand. Good night, YN", Vero said and hung up.

With a sigh, YN put the phone down beside her and turned her attention back to the notebook.

She wanted to punch herself for writing in it. Maybe she could remove the ink somehow.

When she turned to the last page, what she saw made her freeze in shock. The address of the restaurant she had written down in the library earlier that day was neatly crossed out. Beneath it, in cursive handwriting, were the following words:

𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓂𝑒. - 𝒲.𝒦. - 𝟸𝟹𝓇𝒹 𝒮𝑒𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝟷𝟿𝟹𝟽.

With her mouth open, YN stared at the page of the notebook. The handwriting matched that of the other diary entries. It was William Killick's handwriting. But this man must have been dead for years, as she had calculated earlier. Besides, how could he have got hold of the book if it'd been in YN's bag all this time? Was someone playing a nasty joke?

With trembling fingers, she pulled the pen from its holder and wrote under the mysterious note:

𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑖𝑠 𝘩𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑.

Then she dropped the pen, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Whatever was happening here was extremely creepy. Maybe she should just meditate for a while and then go to bed. It was quite possible that she was just overworked. Slowly, she opened her eyes again and her gaze fell on the open page of the book again. Suddenly, an icy shiver ran down her spine. This couldn't be real. It was impossible. Beneath her note, in Killick's cursive handwriting, was the following message:

ℐ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓈𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝑜, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝓂𝑒. ℳ𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓂 𝒦𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇?

Did Killick write these messages nearly 90 years ago? How could the messages have only now surfaced? And even more strangely, how could he be responding to her messages? Was she communicating with someone from the past through this notebook? Was this book some kind of portal through time and space?

With bated breath, YN wrote under Killick's note:

𝑀𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑌𝑁. 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝟸𝟹𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹.

Her heart pounding, she dropped the pen and closed the diary.

***

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy fanfiction #william killick fanfiction #william killick #cillian fanfic #the edge of love #the edge of love fanfiction #cillian #cillian x y/n #cillian x fem!reader

[aphroditeslover11]

Masterlist

Anything in red was a festive ask

Oppie:

Exam Shenanigans

An Unexpected Friend

Enough

It's All French To Me

The Feynman Affair

Driving Lessons

Thinking In Numbers

Secret Santa

Somebody Else’s Wedding

Jonathan Crane:

Halloween Party For Two

I’ll just be hanging around the mistletoe, hoping to be kissed

Neil Lewis:

A Surprise Encounter

If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around

Tommy Shelby:

Meet The Shelbys

Party Animal

Christmas Morning Distraction

Jim (TDS)

The Flat Next Door

Lenny Miller

Love Of His Life

Mixed Preferences:

A Night At The Opera

Cherry Lips

Can You Hear The Music

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #oppenheimer #american prometheus #oppenheimer x reader #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x reader #fanfic #the dark knight trilogy #jonathon crane x reader #jonathon crane #watching the detectives #neil lewis x reader #neil lewis #lenny miller #lenny miller x reader #anna #the edge of love #william killick x reader #william killick #robert fischer x reader #robert fischer

[look-at-the-soul]

WIP/Requests summary

Hello my darlings!!

I’ve got a couple of requests in the drafts queue so I thought of creating this list to let you know (specially those anon requests), that I got them! But I’m a slow writer plus inspiration comes in waves and whenever it wants 🤭 -calling the inspiration fairy 🧚🏻‍♀️-

I don’t want you to think I ignored your requests, I have it saved until I actually post the story so I won’t give a spoiler away… anyways here is the list I’m working on. Oh! Btw my requests are always open! I just ask a little patience in return.

WIP (on going series):

Part 48 The Photoshoot -Cillian

Part 12 Look at the soul- Cillian

Requests:

The Runway- Lenny Miller mini series @l1-l4

Secrets- Robert Fischer mini series (anon)

When we were young- Cillian (The Photoshoot) @zablife

“You look so good in love” song- Tommy Shelby (fmo166) @outlanderuniverse

The edge of love- William Killick x Vera (anon)

Beautiful song y/n- Tommy Shelby (anon)

Roxie, song from Chicago -Tommy Shelby ( @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf

Celebrations:

Peaky x Lana festival @shelbydelrey

Straight to the heart part 2 (Tommy Shelby x nurse) @peakybfics @dlmlufics

Someone like you part 2 (Tommy Shelby x mysterious woman) @peakyswritings

TP Peaky Blinders edition- Modern Tommy Shelby @raincoffeeandfandoms

A/N: if I forgot about anything I’ll add it here 🥰

#cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy fic #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy x you #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby x fem!reader #tommy shelby x you #thomas shelby imagine #peaky blinders imagine #lenny miller fanfic #lenny miller x you #william killick #robert fischer x reader #robert fischer x y/n

[that-one-gothic-murder-of-crows]

#jonathan crane #neil lewis #davin mcderby #raymond leon #william killick #robert fischer #fanfic #lenny miller #jack rippner

[peacexatxlast]

Requests are open~

Who I write for:

The Peaky Blinders Universe

Jonathan Crane

Jackson Rippner

Neil Lewis

Cillian Murphy

William Killick

What I write:

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Everything in between 🧡

#tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders imagine #jackson rippner imagine #jonathan crane fanfiction #neil lewis imagine #william killick imagine #cillian murphy imagine #the edge of love fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction

[orchids-library]

FANFIC MASTER LIST

Key: 🤕- Sick Fic, 💌-Fluff, ❤️‍🩹-Hurt/Comfort, 💔- Angst, 🖤- Dark Fic, 🔪- Gore/Death, 🔞-MDNI, 🩸-Blood/Injury, 🩶-Hurt/No comfort, 🩹-Trauma, 🔗- Yandere/Possessive

Here's a compiled list of all the fics I love and their respective authors. Follow the key for categories, all the authors have their own warnings and tags on their work, mine are just for categorization purposes, read their tags and read at your own risk.

*note*- Key icon tags are a link to the original post, be sure to give it some love! The other link is the reblog in the library and my commentary (If you want to read that I guess 😂)

*still adding to this list!*

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Cillian Murphy + Characters

Cillian Murphy

Under the Weather by @cillianmesoftlyyy 💌🤕

Kiss and Make up by @garrison-girl-08 💌

The Last Dance by @garrison-girl-08 💌

Robert Fischer

It's Time To Go by @hllywdwhre 💔💔💔💔

Spoiled by Robert Fischer by @darlingsfandom 💌

Hidden Scars by @a-nemoiia 💔

Tommy Shelby

Best Man by @garrison-girl-08 💌

The Debt by @zablife 🖤🔪🩸

Daddy's Princess by @garrison-girl-08 💌🤕

Emmett

A Familiar Pain by @beastofburdenxo 🤕💌

Jonathan Crane

Those Little Things by @mothhball 💌

If There's No End by @mothhball 🖤🔪 🔞 🩶🩸

❝𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙❞ — 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞 by @saintmuses 🖤🔞

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby by @cillianhead 💔❤️‍🩹💌

William Killick

Drabble: William fakes a PTSD nightmare by @pinguwrites 🩹🔗

Jim ( The Delinquent Season)

CPR by @paradiseprincesss 💌

Multi

How the therapists react to your "worst" symptoms - Headcanons by @godspeedviper 🩸❤️‍🩹🤕💌

How the doctors handle your sick days by @godspeedviper 🤕💌

How they’d deal with a student with exam stress: Cillian Characters by @aphroditeslover11 💌

#masterlist #navigation

[viesantewrites]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Cillian Murphy Characters

about me: hi i'm elle, i’m 26 and welcome to my blog :) this account is mostly an archive for my stories. I've been writing short stories for a long time now and I kinda wanted to post my most recent ones here. they‘re mostly fanfics about cillian murphy characters. almost all of them are about robert fischer, but I want to write about other characters in the future, too. i'm not a native english speaker, so it's kinda hard for me sometimes, but i try my best :)

thank you to all the people who are reading, liking and sharing my stories, it means so much to me! 🤍

Robert Fischer

the classic ceo x secretary tropes are my weakness, so you‘ll find many of them here :)

• Man In My Dreams

The reader meets a mysterious man in a café who starts to visit her in her dreams.

• The Muse

The reader works as an artist who has never had a breakthrough until she decides to paint Robert.

• Hidden Memories

The reader is a former extractor (someone who’s able to invade someone else’s dreams) who now works as Robert Fischer's assistant. When Robert treats her quite unfriendly she plans to manipulate his subconscious mind through "dream-sharing" to make him a better person. Unfortunately this method doesn't work and she ends up deep in Robert's subconscious mind where she discovers his hidden memories.

• A Golden Life Part 1 Part 2

Robert and the reader have nothing in common. He's the son of a multi millionaire and future heir to a massive energy company, she doesn't really stand out in the big city Paris. But then Robert catches her trying to steal from him. No longer able to stand the pressure from his father and his company, Robert offers her a deal.

• In Her Words

This story explores Robert's personality and describes how he met his wife (the reader) who helps him through his emotional struggles.

• Locked In Mind

The reader is hopelessly in love with her boss Robert Fischer, but he doesn't seem to be interested in her. By an unexpected coincidence, they meet in the city and his sudden intense affection for her confuses her. The reader begins to suspect that something is wrong, and when she finally uncovers the truth about her encounters with Fischer the heartbreaking reality is revealed to her.

William Killick

• To William With Love | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

William Killick takes a break from his London life and spends a few weeks at the country estate of the wealthy Hallward family. The family take an instant liking to William and try to get him to marry their beautiful daughter Norma. Also on the estate is the reader, who works as a maid. When William receives anonymous poems, he ends up falling in love with the mysterious writer instead of Norma.

! all of my characters are adults, the female main characters are around 25-30 years old, i don’t write about underage or teen characters

#cillian murphy #cillian #cillian murphy fanfiction #masterlist #cillian masterlist #viesanterieures #cillian x reader #cillian x fem!reader #cillian x y/n #rober fischer #robert fischer x reader #robert fisch x yn #william killick

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

What I Want... Pt. 2 | William Killick x fem!reader

summary: Getting caught by your father was not exactly how you thought your night would end... you can think of a better way but fate has its way of interfering whenever it wants.

warnings: smut, age gap, taboo, war, death, losing one's virginity, body image, insecurity, dub con, penetration, unprotected, semi-public.

*I rewrote this fan fiction to be in the 2nd person because I've been so inspired by @queenshelby's style of writing. Let me know if you like this way better or if you prefer the old narration style ("I" or "she").

word count: 3740k

Just Wait Till Next Year- John Maus 🎵

Moon River- Frank Ocean 🎶

A light in your father’s bedroom switched on, illuminating the lace curtains in the window. Officer Killick looked up and cursed beneath his breath, loudly enough to alert you as you rested beside him. 

“Oh no,” you gasped and grabbed your romper from the ground. 

“It’s ok. Put on your clothes and do as I say,” William told you softly and buckled his pants. He found his dinner jacket and draped it over his arm, first removing a cigarette from the breast pocket and lighting up. You scrambled into your romper and combed through your hair with your fingers, trying to settle the messy bird’s nest that your hair had become. William puffed on his cigarette briefly and once satisfied that it looked as if it had been smoked for longer than it actually had, gestured to the fountain behind them. 

“Sit on the edge and put your feet in the water.” You did as you were told, swinging your legs over the side of the fountain and letting them sit in the deep water. The wetness between your legs became cold as you arranged herself on the cool stone.

“You came out here to apologize, we’ve been talking, I’ve been smoking. You’be been in the water this whole time, far away from me. Understand?” William spoke calmly and leaned against one of the trees near the fountain. Not so much as a second later, your father stepped through the screen door. 

“Officer Killick, I hope-” your father stopped, having seen his daughter beside the fountain, “Y/N? I was expecting to find Officer Killick out here, not you. What are you doing in the fountain? Come out of there at once!” 

You could almost see the movement of your father’s mustache flick from side to side as he reprimanded you. 

“Yes, sir.” You swung your legs out of the fountain and stood, trying to hide how shaky they were when you stood still. The cover of darkness hid the muscle spasms that rippled across your body just beneath your skin. 

“What were you doing out here?” Your father questioned you, beckoning with his large, doctorly hands. 

“I was apologizing to Officer Killick. I was… rude at the dinner table and I wanted him to know that I was sorry for speaking to him in that way.” You glanced over your shoulder at the young officer, now standing alert, pretending as if the doctor’s presence had surprised him. William’s blue eyes penetrated the darkness, finding yours in the light and smiled. Everything was going to be ok, they said.

“It’s alright,” he looked at your father and nodded curtly, “no hard feelings. I apologize that I haven’t been the most polite to your daughter, sir. I’m afraid the air force has made me impartial to formalities.” His voice sounded easy and dignified, strong against the anxiety you both felt at their predicament. 

“Not at all, Killick. I’m glad my daughter got an opportunity to speak with you. God knows the war’s been hard on all of us. At least you’ve made up.” 

You were too unnerved to snort or laugh at all. All you could manage to do was smile and nod at your father, validating his oblivious perspective. 

“I’ll go to bed now, goodnight Officer Killick, goodnight Papa.” You kissed your father briskly on the cheek and walked as normally as you could to the screen door. Only when you were inside did your legs give out their strength and you had to sit on the bench beside the door. When you were out of sight, your father spoke to the young man. 

“I apologize for my daughter, Killick. She can get over-excited from time to time. Moving out of London seemed to change her in that regard. I hope she didn’t bother you too much out here.”

“Not at all, sir. I just needed a moment alone and the garden was irresistible. I had just finished a cigarette when she found me out here. No harm done.”  

“Good, good.” You heard your father respond and imagined him nodding as William held his second cigarette between two fingers. 

“I came to speak to you about something important,” your father started to break an uncomfortable silence. 

“Yes, sir?” William cleared his throat and stubbed out his cigarette. More silence fell between the two men, you tried to steady your hands on your knees as you listened. 

“After our discussion at dinner, it is hard to approach this topic again but I received a letter this afternoon. I was going to tell you at dinner but the moment seemed inappropriate. I decided I was going to tell you tomorrow or perhaps the day after, but I found that I could not sleep without informing you.” 

You strained your neck towards the door to hear more clearly. Your father cleared his throat and aligned his weight between his feet. William furrowed his stoic brow and braced himself for bad news. All he could think about was the lingering smell of your skin in his nose as he watched the doctor struggle to convey his news. 

“It is my duty to inform you that you have been awarded the George Cross for your bravery and courage in combat.” 

William was silent as he processed what the doctor was saying. He fought against his instinct to spit and reject the award, a phony piece of medal to distract him from what he had done and witnessed in the war. You stopped yourself from gasping as you heard the news through the door. 

“What about my men who died during those days on the Greek islands? Will they be rewarded for their sacrifice?” William tried not to sneer as he asked. He wished he had a cigarette again. 

“The British men who were with you after you crash landed and gave their lives to the crown will receive this award as well, posthumously. You are the only survivor, as you know, so you are the only one who will receive this award in your lifetime. Will you accept it?” Your father sighed as he finished. William looked down at his feet and bit his lip. What kind of Officer would he be if he accepted an award that celebrated his life, his survival when he couldn’t keep his own men alive? 

“I need to think about it,” William responded, suddenly tired and sore, as he remembered the brunt weight of his survivor’s guilt. 

You took your opportunity to climb the stairs and find your bedroom in the dark hallway. Once inside, you stared at yourself in the mirror of your boudoir. Your right hand traced invisible lines around your body as you looked to see if anything had changed. You’d just lost your virginity to a war hero, the thought sounded preposterous, unreal. You looked the same in all ways physically, but you felt like a heavy weight had been taken off your shoulders, as if your own virginity was a chore of its own. What about you had turned him on? Why had he given into your seduction? If one could even call it seduction… You unzipped the romper for a second time that evening and held it between your forefingers and thumbs. 

A part of you never wanted to wash it, just like a part of you never wanted to see the Officer again. How did adults do this? How were you supposed to act like nothing had happened between you? It would be easier if you never had to see him again in your father’s house. His eyes held every memory and image of your body, something no one had ever seen but him. Even you hadn’t seen the entirety of your own naked body, only he had. However, there was an overwhelming part of you that wanted to run to him and feel as close to him as you had minutes before. Not just to be taken once again by him but to be had and held by him. You wanted to be his. 

Don’t be stupid, you scolded yourself. Tearing your eyes from the mirror, you dressed for bed and felt discomforted by the normalcy of the activity. You’d just experienced something incredible, how could you just put on your pajamas and crawl into bed as if nothing had happened. You felt totally different, mature and ready to be a person with confidence and power like any man. Officer Killick had made you feel powerful, he’d shown you that you weren't a child, limited to discussions of table manners and tea sets. You were on your way to university to be your own person, even a sexual person if you so liked. 

Footsteps on the stairs quieted your thoughts. You tried to sit still beneath your obnoxiously large pink comforter but as the minutes dragged on, you found it harder and harder to ignore your proximity to the man you’d just lost your virginity to. Officer Killick climbed the stairs behind the doctor and nodded his head goodnight as he turned into his room down the hallway. The doctor’s door clicked closed and William could hear the lock slip into place before he closed his own door. William leaned his forehead against his bedroom door and sighed hallowly into the grain. The doctor’s news had overshadowed the preceding events of the night, events that had triggered feelings he thought he was no longer capable of. He knew it was wrong of him to have done what he did. He was nearly seven years older than you and he was your first sexual experience. It was only fair that he was met with memories of war, memories of his failure, a failure everyone else refused to acknowledge. He’d led his men into death, he was the reason they were all dead. He was a bad man. He didn’t deserve the award nor that sweet, spoiled brat of a girl who’d come to him in the garden to apologize. He should be apologizing. He should apologize. 

A soft knock on the other side of his bathroom door startled him. William made no rush to open it, already knowing that you would be in the doorway with your bright, beautiful eyes, ready to seduce him for a second time that night. When he opened the door, however, you were on the other side dressed for bed in your red and white striped pajamas. Your hair was brushed and bore no resemblance to the state it had been in before. 

“Y/N,” William whispered your name like an exhale, relieved in some strange way, to see you standing before him. It was an image of normalcy that he craved, a distraction from the memories that clouded his head to the point that he felt he was trapped in a glass prism, seeing everything through a pane of glass. One look at the young Officer was all you needed to know that he was negatively affected by the news your father had told him. What you thought was great news wasn’t so for William. You balanced on the balls of your feet and swung your arms around William’s neck, nestling your face between his neck and collarbone. At first he was stunned. He leaned back in surprise, taking you with him as he did. Your stomach crushed against his as he regained his balance and realized what you were doing. 

You were hugging him. 

Slowly he returned your embrace, running his hands over your back to hug around your waist. His eyes closed as he ducked his head into the shelf of your shoulder and inhaled deeply. William smelled like the backyard and the sultry musk of English cigarettes. 

“What’s this for?” He whispered against your neck, making the hair there prickle as if you had been struck by lightning. 

“Thank you, Killick,” you mumbled without adding any further explanations. William blinked and furrowed his eyebrows, taking a second to understand what you meant. When he did, he pulled away and set you back down gently. You looked up at the Officer, confused and hurt that he’d broken the embrace so soon. William pinched the bridge of his nose and put one hand on his hip, shifting his dinner jacket to the side. 

“Y/N, what we did was a mistake,” he started, his hand still covering his eyes, “that shouldn’t have been how it happened for you.” 

“What do you mean?” You crossed your arms across your chest, hiding the bareness of your breasts beneath the thin cotton shirt. 

William opened his eyes and shook his head. When he finally met your eyes, his voice sounded distracted and unorganized as if we didn’t know what he was saying himself. 

“I’m not a good man, Y/N.” William cut you off as you started to negate his claim. “No, no you need to listen to me. You only know who I am now. You didn’t see who I was in the war. I- I’ve done things, Y/N. Things you should never know about even if you wanted to know. Your first time shouldn’t have been with me because you deserve better. You deserve a good man. A man that, well, a man that killed others with the hands he touches you with now…” William’s blue eyes looked as if they were glowing as a cat’s does in the dark. You shivered despite the heat and bit your lip. When you could tell that he was done, you pressed a hand against his chest. He looked down dumbly at it as you slid it up his lapel to his cheek, no stubble and scars. As you cupped his cheek he closed his eyes and leaned into it, defenseless. 

“I don’t want to say,” you started, “but would it be enough to tell you that I am truly grateful to have met you and done what we did together?” Your voice was soft and childish as you comforted the man who’d grown to mean so much more to you in so little time. William kept his eyes closed, hiding the swell of tears that pooled behind his eyelids. When he didn’t say anything, you continued. 

“A good man cannot be blamed for what he did when the unspeakable was asked and required of him. Would a bad man have taken me so gently and so tenderly as you did? Would a bad man still be recognized for his bravery after losing his entire squadron in a catastrophe?” You asked genuinely and slowly he opened his eyes, and looked deep into your eyes. 

“You don’t know what a bad man can be,” he responded quietly and your heart broke for the man. You two stared at each other in silence for what felt like forever until you wrapped your arms around his neck again and William instinctively picked you up. Still without saying anything, William set you down on his bed, a uniquely shaped bed that was slightly wider than a twin-sized bed. He sat down beside you and you watched calmly as he removed his jacket and folded it over the arm of the chair near the bed. Next he removed his cufflinks and put them inside a small dish on his nightstand. William caught you staring at them and showed one to you. 

“They were from my father. He gave them to me before I shipped out to the continent,” he twirled the small golden knot between his fingers. “There’s a tiny compass in the middle of the knot, do you see?” He gave it to you so you could look closer at the intricate design. 

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered honestly and he nodded thoughtfully.

“They were my father’s in the Great War. He served in the Royal Air Force. I followed in his footsteps and as far as he was concerned, I lived up to his expectations.” 

“Why didn’t you go back home after the war?” You returned the cufflink and William studied it distractedly. 

“He died,” that was all he offered and you resisted the urge to hold him once again. 

“I’m sorry,” you said instead and looked down at your hands. William reached for one of your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours. He stared out the window, directly opposite of him and breathed deeply. You studied his profile in the light, noticing the freckles that dotted his cheekbones. You fought a primal urge to kiss him again, to devour him completely. Finally, he turned his face to meet your gaze and looked down briefly at your lips. To took that as an invitation and kissed him with a short but slow kiss. When you pulled back, William slid his hand into your hair at the back of your head and curled his fingers towards your scalp. You raised up on your knees and moved him further back against the headboard. Then straddling his stomach as he propped himself up against the headboard, you kissed him again. You took your time and you could feel the Officer relax beneath you as you savored the taste of his mouth, the size and softness of his lips, and the intimacy of his tongue as it slipped into your mouth every once in a while. 

His hands settled on your waist beneath your pajama shirt. Your hands sought out the muscles in his arms beneath his dress shirt, tracing the taught ridges with the pads of your fingers. William leaned you back where you rested on his legs as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side. His white undershirt further exposed his muscles and you hid a gasp of admiration when you saw them. William saw your reaction and raised a playful eyebrow. 

“My muscles? That’s what you like? Really? Women.” He rolled his eyes in a jovial manner and pulled you back to his chest. Smiling, you stood on his bed, your feet planted on either side of his legs. He looked up at you with a smirk and leaned back against the headboard. Looking down at him, you slowly unbuttoned your top, starting from the bottom. As your shirt opened, William’s pupils grew in size. The soft flesh of your stomach in the light turned him on, the way your hands handled the pearly white buttons…

“What are you doing?” William whispered with a disbelieving smirk. You didn’t answer as you opened the shirt, exposing your breasts to him in the light. The soft pink buds puckered above him and William ran a hand over his mouth, his eyes fixed on your chest. Seeing his reaction, you ran a hand down your chest to the waistband of your bottoms. William gasped softly when your hands disappeared beneath the striped fabric and played with the soft mound of your cunt. 

“Y/N…” William’s voice was harsh and broken as he watched, unable to look away. You slipped a finger into your own cunt, seeing if you could replicate the feeling that he had made you experience before. Adding a second finger, you started to feel it, and moaned softly. Your head fell back and in your moment of weakness, William caught your other wrist and pulled you back down. Removing your fingers quickly, you held him so you wouldn’t fall off the bed as he laid you down beneath him. He’d abandoned any and all reason as he pulled your hands harshly and fumbled with the latch of his trousers. 

You squirmed beneath him as he clamped a hand over your mouth and withdrew his erection with his other hand. Barely spreading your legs for him, he thrusted his cock inside your cunt without any prep. His pants weren’t even off as he started fucking you deeply with the feverish passion of a teenage boy. His face was inches from yours as he panted, glancing down every so often to see how his cock slid inside you. 

“Get a good look, sweetheart. This is what a bad man looks like,” he whispered darkly against your ear and bashed his hips harshly against your pelvis. You moaned behind his large hand. Your own hands gripped the material of his undershirt, your nails penetrating the fabric and pinching his skin. The pain made him fuck you harder and tousling his hair. The hand that wasn’t clamped on your mouth grabbed the top of the headboard. You stared at each other, your eyes connected with some invisible bond, pulling you closer and closer together. 

“Fuck…” William whispered under his unstable breath. When you moaned loudly, he hushed you with a small smirk, “inside voice, sweetheart.” 

You could feel him inside you, hitting the back of something, but you didn’t know what. Each time he did, you wanted to cry out in pleasure. You moaned his name behind his hand but he could still hear you and smiled in response. 

“I’m almost there,” he whispered, holding his mouth open in a silent moan. The bed creaked quietly around you and you wondered if your father would hear it from his room down the hall. You finished twice before he even finished once, your eyes rolling back into your head. You whimpered from the raw and newfound pleasure, more powerful than any sensation you’d ever felt before, even when you finished earlier in the backyard. His ragged breaths grew slightly louder and somehow his cock felt larger as it felt like you were both about to explode. 

“Fuck, I can’t cum inside you,” he realized suddenly and grunted in frustration. Before he could pull out, you wrapped your arms around his back and shifted his hand from your mouth. 

“Do it,’ you pleased as quietly as you could as you panted. William looked into your eyes. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes,” you nodded what felt like seconds later, he came inside you. It felt warm and sticky inside, satisfying. When he was done, William wiped your hair from your sweaty forehead and kissed you. You had single-handedly saved him, fixed him, recreated him. He felt like a man again. He felt like a human again. 

Keeping himself inside you, William kissed your neck admired your face with visible pleasure etched into the glimmer of his pale blue eyes. 

“Maybe you’re not such a spoiled brat after all,” William smiled down at you. 

“We’ll see about that…” you whispered breathlessly and pulled him in for a kiss.

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[your-nanas-house]

Thomas Shelby or William killick masterbating to a sexy letter you sent them during the war

Fuck....yes. Love it, thank youuu 🥺

A promise

◇ Pairing: William Killick X fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, masturbation, age gap (they are both adults), nude photo/erotic letter

◇ Summary: William receives a letter from his best friend's daughter.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

'Dear Mr Killick (William),

How are you? How's life going there? Here everything is fine. I went out with my friends today and Sandra told me something interesting about soldiers.

That's why I'm writing this letter for you, to be sure that you are okay and to gift you what she called a bit of love...'

William's eyes continued to read the letter, sitting in a secluded area; he knew that Y/n, his best friend's daughter, didn't know exactly what she was doing with those shared taboo words but he didn't really cared.

It just put more fuel to the fire he was feeling inside of his, a fire that made his blood rush down to his cock— thanks to the mere thought of her innocent self.

As William kept reading the letter, a blurry photo fall down into his lap, his icy eyes stopped on it and he nearly came just by the sight.

It was a photo of Y/n undressed, her face was blurry but he could clearly see her innocent eyes and marvelous body facing him.

He undid his belt and opened in a quick motion his pants, pulling out his leaking cock, his hand wrapped around it to squeeze it teasingly before starting to spread his precum— his eyes focused on the picture and the letter.

William spit on his hand before starting to jerk himself off, his guilt hidden inside him, crushed by the most primitive thoughts

"Fuckin' hell, honey—" he moaned, biting his bottom lip when he increased the pace, imagine Y/n there with him

"Jesus Christ— love, yesyesyes!" William continued, reaching slowly his climax while he kept looking at the picture, his breath becoming heavier and heavier

"'M going to fucking breed you, love!" He promised, shooting his load on Y/n's photographed boobs.

William calmed his breath, cleaning slowly the photo to put it in a secret place, lying back down to read one last time the letter before going back to what he was doing.

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[discopig]

Butterfly in flight (William Killick)

After months of ruthless combat, William had long become just another ruined soldier, but when he meets a woman whos only dream is to fly. Could he find hope again?

A/N: Finally something new! I was crying to As The World Caves In by Matt Maltese (highly recommend you listen, even while reading this), and felt inspired to write this story. It’s set in the universe of The Edge of Love, while William is at war. I didn’t make this x reader as I didn’t feel it suited the theme of the story, and I had quite a specific image in mind of the character I wrote, but if you feel your appearance matches hers it could most definitely have a similar reading experience. Also idk shit about military equipment so don’t sue me thanks. Hope you enjoy :)

All characters in this are fictional.

This is pure angst. Literally no one is happy 

Warnings: description of war

Word Count: 561

129. 129 days William had been at war. Or was it 139? He didn’t know, he didn’t know if he was even keeping track of the days and nights anymore. It had to be 129. 

The sounds of screaming men, gunshots and explosions, the ringing sound in his ears - a bomb missing him by mere centimeters - that seemed to accompany him even in his sleep, these were William’s companions, they followed him around like his shadow. 

William had lost all sense of himself, all sense of who he had been before he became just another soldier. Just another man thrown into the thorny embrace of survival. He had lost hope for anything at all, that is until he met her.

There were 4 of them. 3 women, and one boy. Pilots. Assigned to special fighter jets. They were small jets, most pilots being too heavy and bulky to fly them without weighing them down. Amy, a 12 year old boy named Patrick, Lorene and her.

She was like a breath of fresh air. Her brown curls cut into a bob and pinned to the side with a gold pin, a butterfly adorning it. Her mother had given it to her when she turned 16. Told her she would fly, just like the butterfly and just like her father did. Her father passed away from tuberculosis when she was only 10. Her faded memories of him and his flight journal, being the only thing she had left of him.

They were inseparable. When William would return from combat, shaken up and in a daze, she would hold him, without a word. He didn’t want to speak, trying his best to forget everything that had happened only a few hours ago. Trying to forget the horror of looking into his friend’s eyes - that only the previous evening were glistening with hope for a better future, laughing over the campfire in a rare moment of peace - now dead and empty. Their bodies nothing but shells of the men they had been.

The ringing had stopped. When it would start again he would think of her. Her soft brown eyes that seemed to shimmer in the sun like a warm pot of honey. Her laughter, that never seemed to be anything but loud and clear despite the not very humorous life they were living. She made the ringing stop.

The 4 pilots were to be sent off today. Their first mission on the jets. She gave him the pin as she couldn’t wear it under her helmet. She placed it in his palm with a firm grip of his hand, and stared into his cold, shaken eyes. Pulling him into a hug, she whispered “I’m going to fly today William”, he could hear the soft smile on her lips. She pulled away with a soft kiss to his cheek.

All 4 of them were gone. Their mission was to fly into a German camp, jets lined with explosives, ready to detonate on impact. She gave him the pin because she knew she wasn’t coming back. 

Amy Carrington

Patrick Bright

Lorene Ridley

and her.

All awarded Air Crew Europe star medals, their medals in frames accompanied by their photos, jet numbers written on the back. She was smiling in her photo.

“I’m going to fly today William”

She flew. Flew to her death

 I cried writing this just letting you know 

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[turtleofdamascus]

Kaz and Genna

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Using a reference of Cillian Murphy as William Killick in The Edge of Love (2008). Also, used Freddy Carter as Kaz Brekker as reference. 

once again, inspired by the fic “roomy, and drenched in sunlight” by Whitherward  @whatanybodygets part three where Inej is off at sea leaving Genna with Kaz for a stretch. I wondered about what went on in that in between moment. Fanfic is all about the in-between moments. So this is the in-between of the in-between. Had to draw something for the fic’s final installment. 

#kaz brekker #freddy carter #cillian murphy #six of crows #whitherward #fanart for fanfiction #shadow and bone #sab #soc #fanart #eyebrow game #look at Genna she killing the eyebrow game #honestly she kind of resembles Inej more #Could arguably be Livija #their other child #genna is a daddy's girl #and yes I saw whitherward reblogged the cillian murphy pic hahaha #it did give roomy feels! #i not stalk! #Bark bark bonk #myart #my art

[look-at-the-soul]

500 followers, 500 thank yous’!!!!

What?! Can’t believe this, I never thought I’d reach 10, let alone 500!!!

✨ I’d like to start my Oscars speech with a sincere thank you to each one of you beautiful souls reading, liking, sharing and writing back… this wouldn’t be possible without you.

Trust me, I now recognize each of the ones constantly sharing the stories, the ones leaving lovely messages part after part, the anonymous comments and I treasure everyone of you.

I wasn’t sure to make a celebration or not, but honestly, I wouldn’t be here writing and staying up late (sometimes very late at night) writing the crazy ideas I get… so why not? Since we’re at different time zones, I thought of two celebrations, one for PM and one like a brunch (yeah, I’m that extra hostess 😉).

I’d love to see you all raising your glass with me, there’s a drinks table full of 🍷, 🍺, 🥃, 🍹, 🥂,🍸, mimosas, margaritas, and also non-alcoholic drinks, whatever you want🥰

I hope you don’t think it’s too much alcohol 🤦🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ Goodness what you must be thinking of me, I only drink a glass of wine every now and then, on special occasions… So I prepared a table of desserts for you! Brownies, cookies, oatmeal bars, eclairs, lemon tart, scones, macaroons… brunch, whatever you fancy! Be my guest

So you (lovely reader!) can send me a gif or a photo of the characters I write for Cillian, Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders), Lenny Miller (Anna movie), Robert Fischer (Inception movie), Emmet (A quiet place 2), Raymond Leon (In time movie), William Killick (The Edge of love movie), Damien O’Donovan (The wind that shakes the Barley), Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow in Batman), Martin (Retreat) (am I forgetting someone????) with or without a prompt you choose and I’ll write a small blurb.

🔮 Send one of these in my ask box and I will answer your question(s)… anything you want to know about me 😉

🗳 Send me something you would like to see in my stories and we’ll see what we can do (a quote you love, song, poem, situation).

Some prompts in this link you can send me or choose for yourself👇🏻

Link to prompts

✨You’d like to see your love story be part of a fanfic? Send it in! I’m always looking for inspiration.

📖 Or you can also write your own blurb/one shot inspired by my celebration (totally free) and I will be forever grateful and honored 😊, moodboards are always welcome!!! (Tag me!)

♥️ Last but not least, send me what you love/like about a story, I always love to hear from you. Your comments feed my soul.

🍀I don’t want to set an specific end date because I don’t know how long it will take me to fit this with the on going stories and we all know that inspiration can’t be forced, but let’s say you have July to send whatever you feel like.

💕I’m adding some lovely accounts I highly recommend you start following in case you don’t know them. Some of them are incredible writers some make gif/moodboards and some are the biggest cheerleaders of this fandom, these go in no particular order… and I’m glad I came across everyone. (I wanted to add everybody) 🥰🥰

@missymurphy1985 @gypsy-girl-08 @lyarr24 @zablife @theshelbyclan @thesoldiersminute (thank you for all your incredible gifs!) @holacia2 @peakyv @queenshelby @cillspropertea @madame-wilsonn @theshelbyslimited @runnning-outof-time @l1-l4 @gretelshelby @allie131313 @cloudofdisney @heidimoreton @killmecillian @retromafia @tatianapetrovna @2000snostaalgiia @seleneshelby @ange-thoughts @cillmequick @datewithgianni @peaky-cillian @anonymooseforever007 @yrli8 @celticmelody @toms-cherry-trees @shaddixlife @padfootdaredmetoo @evita-shelby @shelbydelrey

#Mar’s 500 celebration #can’t believe this magic #That’s what Cill said #the power of words