#ari's little corner

[lunarubra]

Hi :) this is the first chapter of the Shadow of the Sea, let me know what you think about it in the comments. A big thank you to @cillmequick for beta-reading and being the sweetest person ever. I wouldn't have published it without her assurance that it doesn't completely suck.

Pairing: Cillian x OC (Jiyan)

Summary: In this AU set in 2010, Cillian has just finished filming 'Inception'. He has never been married, and after a few disappointing relationships, he finds himself feeling blocked in his personal life, even as his career continues to rise.This is a completely fictional story, not based on real life. I wrote this with the utmost respect for the man and his family.

Warning: Homesickness, Family Distance, Mention of Sexual Assault (not between OC and Cillian), Sexual Harassment, Date Rape Drug/Roofies

Words: 2700

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Part 1: Eire's Depths

Closing the laptop with too much force, Jiyan started massaging her temples, hoping to alleviate the tension and praying she wouldn't have to deal with a migraine anytime soon.

The library was silent; the only sound was the rain against the windows, soothing the last students. Even if the new semester just started, there were only a few people left in the study area on a Saturday afternoon. Most students had already headed to the pub for a pint or were getting ready for the clubs later.

Jiyan checked her phone, noticing too many messages she had been ignoring since the morning. Sighing, she opened her brother's chat and found three unread messages.

14h11: Ready for a call later?

16h22: Mom is pacing, almost started ironing. You need to call tonight.

18h42: Seriously sis... if you don't call tonight, I will sedate her and take the first plane to yours.

Jiyan chuckled and quickly answered Mikael.

19h13: Ironing, huh? Almost need an intervention.

19h13: Will call soon, little bro. Don't despair.

Clearing the table of books and notes, she put her laptop and the last few things away in her backpack.

Outside, it was raining. Again. 

And it was dark. Already.

Coming from a country where the sun kissed Jiyan's skin almost every day, the continuous rain on this island pierced her heart each time. She was tired and hoped to get home, have a cup of tea, and finally make the call she had been postponing for the last two weeks, perhaps even forgetting what she was doing on this verdant yet depressingly weathered island.

The ride to her place was fast, and the bus was on time, something she was gradually getting used to. Entering the small studio made her feel restless and anxious, intensifying the pressure on her temples. Looking around the space she had started calling home in the last few months did ease her discomfort a little. 

Having spent her childhood moving to different countries, Jiyan was acutely aware of the housing crises almost everywhere. Still, she was taken aback by the difficulty of finding a flat in Dublin.

After a month spent in a hostel dorm and countless useless house visits, her desperation reached a point where she considered a dubious Craigslist post seeking help in renovating an old studio. 

When she first checked it out, she realized the studio was actually above a car repair shop, and apparently, no one had lived there for about 30 years. Sean, the guy who owned the shop, almost cracked up when she asked about costs and materials. It took her a good 5 minutes to persuade him that she was capable of almost any woodworking task and that she could undertake the restorations in her spare time and during weekends if she could live there. They struck a deal: Sean would foot the bill for materials, and until the renovation was done, she'd cover her living expenses by doing all the work herself.

After two months of solid effort, she'd managed to put in new wood floors, set up a functional bathroom with a brand-new shower, and even start building herself a kitchen. Sure, the place was small, didn't have central heating, and still looked like a bit of a mess, but the one thing that sealed the deal for her was the wood stove. It reminded her of her mom’s cabin up in the mountains, where she'd spend lazy afternoons by the fire, lost in a good book with a cup of tea in hand. So, if she could bring a bit of that cozy feeling into her new place, she figured she'd be all set, even with juggling her university work and research study.

It took a couple of minutes to get the fire going and put the kettle on for some fresh mint green tea. Once she finished her first cup, she dialed her little brother's number.

"Finally, are you becoming such a loser that you're spending your Saturday at the library now?"

"It's called work, Mika. Something you'll learn soon enough."

"Yeah, of course, like I'm not living with a psychopath right now. She almost started ironing the bed sheets, Aji. We need an intervention here, immediately. Mom never cleans; she moved from Turkey because she couldn't stand spending her time cleaning. You need to convince her that you're fine."

"I am fine," Jiyan repeated for the thousandth time. "And Mom moved from Turkey because we're Kurds, and she wanted to avoid spending her time in jail for teaching her language in school."

"You're fine?" Mikael said incredulously. "You're living in the land of Mordor. It's been a week since you've seen any sun; I checked the weather!"

"It's not that bad. I'm starting to like the rain," Jiyan said, convincing no one. "And I like the job."

"Is that Aji?" she heard her mom in the background, stealing the phone from her brother.

"Aji, how are you?" her mother's worried voice asked.

"Hey Mom, I'm good. Mika told me you need an intervention."

"Your brother should be studying for his finals, focusing on his Latin test," Jiyan's mother said after a pause. "It's been weeks since we've heard from you, Jiyan."

Jiyan stared out of the window, feeling guilt and pressure rising in her chest.

"I'm sorry, Mom. It's just... I'm super busy with work and renovation here. I started building the kitchen from scratch, and most of the time, I forget to check my phone. I'm fine, really," she tried to reassure her.

"You're avoiding, little star, and today is a difficult day for you. You should be here, not alone on an island without sun," her mother insisted.

Jiyan really didn't want to have this conversation; she moved to this island to avoid this topic.

"It's all good, Mom. It's not a big deal," she said. "Also, I'm meeting new people; it's a good change," she added, feeling the lie stinging her tongue.

She heard her mom sigh. "I miss you, little star."

"I miss you too, Mom. Also, Mika, I need to go now. I'll call you next week."

"You do that, or I'm sending your brother there to check on you."

Jiyan chuckled and smiled. "We'll lose him at the first change of trains."

"Every battle has its losses."

Now really laughing, she closed the call. "Love you, Mom."

"Love you too, little star."

Jiyan put down her phone, staring again at the window. She knew she needed a distraction and couldn't spend the rest of the day inside alone. Not even building furniture could distract her today. 

She put on her jacket and boots, grabbed the keys, almost sprinting outside in the rain. 

Again.

Snap.

5 points.

Snap.

5 points.

Snap.

15 points.

Sighing disappointedly, Jiyan walked over to the dartboard to retrieve the darts. It had been two weeks since she discovered this pub near her place. The music was usually pretty good, and it could be a cozy spot during weeknights. It wasn't usually too crowded, which suited her just fine. She'd come in to have a soda and play darts, avoiding the regulars and the occasional group of tourists who tried to strike up a conversation.

She knew she stood out as a woman in a pub on a Saturday night, playing darts alone. That night, she had already dodged two American tourists who tried to flirt and offer to "teach her" how to play. 

On the other hand, the regulars, after giving her strange looks for the first couple of nights, now hardly noticed or bothered her, accepting the odd loner who didn't drink beer and spent hours throwing darts. Tonight, unfortunately, the pub was busier than usual, with some tourist groups disturbing her vibe.

Feeling a presence behind her, she tensed up immediately.

"Hey, baby, what are you drinking? Can I buy you the next round?"

Jiyan turned around to face a stranger who looked like the typical Chad character from any American high school drama.

"No thanks, I'm good," she replied shortly, turning back to focus on her game.

"Come on, I saw you looking at me. You were checking me out, I saw you."

"Excuse me?" she said, annoyed, not having a clue what he was talking about.

"Yeah, when you went to order your drink, you smiled. The guys and I are having a blast; you could come join us. I promise you a great night."

Jiyan took a deep breath, trying not to get too annoyed. "Listen, Chad, if that's even your name—I don't care. I'm not here to make friends or have a good time with your guys. I was having fun until 30 seconds ago when I didn't even know of your existence. Can we go back to that, please? Thanks, bro."

"My name's not Chad," he replied, irritated.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Jiyan said dismissively, hoping the conversation would end there, and she could get back to her new form of therapy: throwing darts.

Chad returned to his table muttering something about a "stupid bitch," but Jiyan didn't have the energy tonight to educate a stranger about basic respect and boundaries.

She took the last sip of her lemonade and headed to the bathroom, ordering another one from the bartender. When she returned, finding the new bottle of lemonade near the dartboard, she resumed her evening.

Cillian was onto his second pint when his attention wandered again to the peculiar woman in the far corner of the pub, throwing darts.

She seemed to be in her late 20s, sporting a hand-knit beanie that partially obscured her long dark hair. Her frame was small, drowned in a pair of jeans and an oversized dark hoodie. Each time she retrieved her darts from the board and turned around, Cillian found himself momentarily distracted from the conversation, captivated by her large green-leaf eyes.

Despite her efforts to blend in with her dull, oversized attire, every straight man in the pub couldn't help but notice her attractiveness.

Dermot, noticing Cillian's repeated glances, remarked, "She's new around here, lives in the area, spends her nights alone playing darts. Connor was annoyed the first night because she doesn't drink or eat, but apparently, she tips well, so we see her almost every night now."

Cillian raised an eyebrow at his friend. "Do you stalk all the newbies at the pub? Should I be worried? Should I give Connie a call?"

Dermot chuckled. "Like you didn't glance in her direction every five seconds. Just doing you a favor, pal."

Snorting, Cillian covered his blush with a sip from his pint. "I was just curious, and I wasn't staring at her the whole time."

"Sure, sure. Maybe we don't need to worry about you after all. You've been holed up in your basement for a month, and now look at you! You should go talk to her."

Cillian shook his head. "I'm gearing up for the new role, and it's been busy..."

Dermot glanced at his friend. "It's okay, you know, to try again? You're not a bad guy, and not all stories work out, mate."

Cillian looked down at his pint, taking another sip. He hadn't wanted to go out tonight and dwell on his last relationship. After a couple of weeks of seclusion, he was finally finding his balance. It wasn't that he missed her; they both knew the interest had faded months ago. They had reached a point where they were uncomfortable around each other and only ended up hurting one another.

He was just tired.

At 34, he was already questioning if this was it, his life—filled only with jobs he loved and relationships that would fill his life for a few months before inevitably ending.

Glancing up, he noticed a tourist from a nearby table approaching the young woman. Dermot and he said nothing for a moment, watching with interest. She appeared mostly annoyed and seemed to handle the situation well. After a brief exchange, she returned to her darts, and the guy slunk back to his table looking disgruntled.

Dermot chuckled after a sip from his pint, jesting, "Or maybe not the best idea, it looks like not even your piercing blue eyes would work this time."

Cillian snorted. "I think Enda would kill me if I showed up tomorrow with anything less than perfect condition. He owns me until the end of this play."

"Best not risk it, then."

They spent the next half-hour joking, with Dermot updating Cillian on Corinna and their new pregnancy. Cillian tried not to glance at the dartboard anymore, but he couldn't help but notice the American guy hurrying back to her corner after she ordered something from the bar, only to return to his table before she came back. Hopefully, he had finally realized she wasn't interested.

Around 11, they both decided to settle the bill and end their Saturday night.

Connor asked if everything was okay, and they both tipped him generously. It had taken some time for Cillian to find a place where no one cared about him or his career, and he didn't want to ruin it.

While Dermot quickly went to the restroom, Cillian cast one last glance at the dartboard, only to find the corner of the pub empty, with only her half-drunk bottle remaining.

Connor followed his gaze and grunted. "She forgot to pay, these damn tourists."

Surprised, Cillian looked at him. "I can cover her tab..."

"Why should you?" interrupted Connor, waving his hand dismissively. "She's here most nights; it will be covered, don't worry."

While waiting for Dermot, Cillian's eyes wandered to the American group's table, where they were laughing and shaking their heads conspiratorially. He noticed almost immediately that the persistent guy was missing and a bad feeling washed over him.

"Ready? Conie's going to kill me if I get home too late again, and maybe this time I can avoid sleeping on the couch," Dermot said, noticing Cillian's worried expression.

"What?" he asked Cillian.

Shaking his head, Cillian replied, "Nothing, let's go. Goodnight, Connor."

"Goodnight, lads."

Stepping outside, the cold, fresh air jolted Cillian awake. The street was quiet, unusually empty for a Saturday night. Glancing around before bidding farewell to Dermot, something caught his eye. In the corner of the street near the alley that led to the back of the pub, he noticed a jacket he recognized from inside. Dermot was saying something to him, but he wasn't paying attention, drawn closer to the alley where he found the guy from inside with his arms around an intoxicated young woman. She seemed unaware of what was happening and unable to stand on her own.

"Hey! What are you doing to her?" Cillian exclaimed, getting the guy's attention.

The guy jumped, almost letting the girl fall to the ground.

"Just helping her, man," he replied quickly. "Mind your business and go back inside."

Dermot, who had reached Cillian by then, also saw the scene unfolding before them. "What the fuck is happening here?"

The guy appeared more concerned now and, realizing Cillian wasn't alone, released the woman he was carrying, pushing past Cillian to leave the alley.

Cillian quickly moved closer, trying to catch her before she hit the ground. She now looked unconscious, and he gently laid her down, checking her vitals.

"What the fuck, man, this is so fucked up," Dermot said.

"Dermot, call 999. I'm not sure if she's breathing properly," Cillian said, alarmed. "Who knows what the fuck he gave her."

He wasn't paying attention to his friend but was focused on trying to make her a bit more comfortable. After a few moments of cradling her head, he noticed her scrunching her nose and grimacing. She opened her eyes, and Cillian found himself momentarily lost in them.

"Hey," he said softly as she stared at him. "It's going to be okay, alright? Just breathe; the ambulance is coming."

She didn't respond, just continued gazing at him with those beautiful green eyes, looking a little confused.

"It's going to be okay," he repeated, even softer this time. "I'm here. You're not alone. Just rest."

And she smiled, causing his heart to skip a beat, before closing those bright jade eyes once more.

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amazing dividers from cafekitsune

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy x oc #cillian x fem!reader #ari's little corner

[chell-lesbian]

gotta say, as a certified Nick Valentine Enjoyer (tm) who lives in IRL Boston, it's definitely a bit of a laugh every time I travel through park street station

#ari babbles #fallout 4 #nick valentine #also the exit from the station is on the corner of tremont and WINTER street #which. always makes me smirk a little #i make this commute weekly and i laugh a little EVERY TIME #im weak for this fictional robot man <3

[teddybeartoji]

MICKEYYYY i come bearing a uquiz >:33 what kind of villain are you?? I LOVEDDD THIS ONE SM i hope u’ll enjoy it!! it was sm fun & so wellwritten aaaaa i love villains …..

this was my result btw !! i got so happy bc i adoreee villains like this sm <333 kennycoded !!!! im so curious to see which one u get hehe

villain who does it for fun there's something about the illegality of it all that makes it so tempting. an itch you can't scratch, a high you can't reach, the chase, the challenge, the hero. you could kill them, but you don't, where's the fun in that? who would come after that? so you ensnare a hero that'll keep coming, keep playing the game, until it becomes to much for the both of you. you'll bend them, and you'll break.

HELLO ARI MY SWEETEST ANGEL<33333

i love villains who do it for fun i have hearts in my eyes <333 "you'll bend them, and you'll break" ohhhhhhhhhhh yeah this hits the spot doesn't it this result makes such good fic material holy fuck the tension between the hero and the villain?? u could kill them but you don't where's the fun in that MMMMMMMMMMM i love it so much

i think i have done this quiz but bc i vaguegly remember getting the same result as you did buT nevertheless i obviously took it again and got another devastating soul read thanks for that 😐(i loved it) i actually did it twice bc there were a few other options i really wanted to pick and i... still got the same result it's the loser in me fr

and since i can't just give u nothing back.... who do you take me for smhh here is another silly little quiz what special ability will you get when youre vampired? heheheh i got relentless sexual charisma 😎

#i love uquizzes sm #and ari #such a good little duo #THANK YOU FOR SHOWING ME THIS #thank you for stopping by!!!!! #i've also made u a nice little blanket fort in the corner of my room #my cat likes to sleep in there #i think you'd like him he's so dramatic #i'll make you tea and keep u warm #ari <3 #friends!!

[drmslastmorning]

let the demons speak, they're cooking

they're cooking!! they're cooking such unholy thoughts!!!!!

#I was doing a photoshoot with aries last night and. their height difference was literally #oh . I could not be normal abuot it for 5 seconds #the way Dream has to look up at sam. the. tiny cowers in the corner #little headhsakes. the stutter. oh I need sam to do HORRIBLE things to him. sorry #ask #anonymous

[j-ellyfish]

I’m in art block so I drew my babies T-T <3

#spaus #aph austria #aph spain #hetalia #I'm in that returning phase where I feel like 90% of what I draw sucks and I have little to no ideas #also I made this by painting over the sketch instead of coloring beneath the lineart #it was my first time I think ... Not sure if I like the result I have mixed feelings #ary makes art #pffft I feel bad about having hidden Austria's butt but that corner looked too empty lmao

[frindoka]

this cat can recite the entire script to goncharov: here’s how

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #agent 4 #ONCE AGAIN TOO LAZY TO LOG INTO. MY OC ACCOUNT BC IM RLY TIRED BUT #woe. splatoon furries be upon ye #she’s a caracal btw. his name is caiman. she/he #my art #also featuring neo 3 (ari) they’re a coyote (they’re featured in the little picture in the corner) #aggie is fun to draw on

[the-wayward-snowflake]

Sometimes I consider bringing little Xue onto my main account because he has so much to say about dash. Like damn I just wanna make him ask Furina if she's actually an archon. Imagine a six year old questioning a god because she acting like she in a play

#ooc ari rambles #I know I said I was going to bed... but he has invaded my mind yet again #hes on the side in his own little corner using his baby dragon teeth to gnaw his way into the spotlight #I just wanna throw him at more people. hes so gremlin sometimes

[lethal-liability]

"Tag game! Post 4 characters that you relate to and let people make assumptions about you!"

*four mile long rb chain filled with the most insufferable characters imaginable*

#sometimes i forget how small my little corner of this webbed site is #then i get a glimpse at the outside and I just curl in further to my little hidey hole #ari screams into the void

[thewindbandit]

What's a random fact about yourself?

I have three different scars caused by three different table corners

#table corners and i have an ongoing rivalry #the first scar is on my eyebrow whete i fell on a little magazine table as a toddler #the second is directly below my nose. like on the skin between nostrils #i had to get stitches for that one #the third i just got this month cuz i was walking past a metal table with a bucket of apples #and the back of my hand slid across the corner a little too hard #// #aris answers #asks

[lunarubra]

Pairing: Cillian x OC (Jiyan)

Summary: After what went down at the pub, Cillian's feeling restless and unsure about what to do next, while Jiyan wakes up in the hospital.

Warning: Mention of Sexual Assault (not between OC and Cillian), Sexual Assault Aftermath, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Hospitalisation, Medical Inaccuracies

Words: 2745

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Part 2: Dark Abyss

Cillian found himself asking himself what the hell he was doing. 

At 2:30 in the morning, he should have been in bed, asleep, preparing for the upcoming day of rehearsals for the play that awaited him. Instead, he found himself pacing in front of a vending machine, sipping the worst coffee he had ever tasted and feeling utterly foolish.

What the hell had he expected?

When the ambulance arrived, everything happened in a blur. The paramedics swiftly attended to the young woman, rushing her to the nearest ER. Then came the police, gathering statements from everyone present. The group of guys responsible for the altercation had vanished, leaving only a cash payment and no trace. 

Cillian and Dermot were among the first to be questioned, their details recorded before being informed to remain available for possible further questioning in the days to come. As soon as the police had concluded their inquiries and gathered what little evidence they could, they departed, leaving a sense of helplessness and frustration lingering in Cillian's mind.

Dermot kindly offered him a ride home. Yet, surprisingly, in the middle of the ride, Cillian asked to be taken to the hospital instead; the one where he eavesdropped on the paramedics while they were closing the doors of the ambulance. Dermot gave him a quizzical look but obliged without saying a word, making a risky U-turn and extracting a promise from Cillian to keep him updated.

At the hospital, reality hit Cillian hard. He wasn’t family, nor was he listed as her emergency contact; he still didn’t even know her name; he was just a stranger who felt compelled to ensure she was okay.

Upon arrival at the ER, the nursing staff immediately stopped him, eyeing him with suspicion. A nurse, looking like she'd been through a battlefield despite her petite and round stature, almost chuckled as she denied him access to see her, which, in retrospect, made sense.

After some persistent pleading from his part and the looming threat of security being called from the nurse, Cillian was directed to an almost empty waiting room, joining a few others awaiting treatment. The only assurance he received was that they would inform the patient of his presence. Additionally, if she wished, they would provide her with his contact information so they could get in touch or arrange a meeting. Plus, they assured him that the patient would have the option to see him if she desired or just let him know that she was fine. It was the best he could hope for, yet it left him feeling resteless.

So there he was, pacing back and forth in front of the vending machine, questioning his own actions. What was he waiting for? He had done his part—helped her, called an ambulance, and tried to provide the police with as many details as he could recall. Letting out a frustrated groan, he completed what felt like the hundredth lap in the waiting room, only to have his thoughts interrupted once again by the same stern nurse.

"Romeo, Juliet just woke up, and after a few explanations, she's asking about you," she announced.

Cillian felt his cheeks flush. "How is she?" he asked, concern evident in his voice. "And she is not—" he began lamely, but the nurse cut him off with a raised hand.

"Let's go, shall we? Whatever explanation you have, you can give it to her now."

Then her demeanour shifted, her voice taking on a more ominous tone. "And if you're some kind of weirdo, just know this: since my husband passed away five years ago, I've been attending boxing classes twice a week. My coach says I have quite the right hook, and I pray every day for an opportunity to exercise it on a real subject." She softened her tone slightly. "The poor girl has already had a night she won't forget. Answer her questions and then leave her alone. Are we clear?"

Cillian nodded, a bead of sweat forming on his brow, and followed the nurse back to the ER.

Jiyan felt like she'd been drifting in darkness forever, as if she were lost in the deepest ocean, with muffled voices and sounds drifting from above. She felt trapped, unable to control her body or move, frozen in the darkness. 

Then came flashes of light, and suddenly, she was being moved, some of the weight of darkness lifted. 

After what felt like ages, warmth slowly seeped into her body, and she gingerly tested her toes and fingers, feeling the tingling as sensation returned. Her legs felt numb, but the rush of blood brought a prickling sensation to her skin. Her mouth was parched, each swallow like swallowing fire, and her head throbbed relentlessly, pulsating pain through her temples.

Squinting against the brightness, she forced her heavy eyelids open, wincing at the stabbing pain in her head. Gradually, she took in her surroundings. Shewas laying in a hospital bed in the E.R., surrounded by some empty beds and some with close curtain separators. On the other side of the room, in front of her, a nurse tended to an old man.

Attempting to sit up, a wave of dizziness sent her back down to the bed. "What the hell happened?" she muttered to herself. Glancing to the side, she was noticed by a passing nurse.

“Hello dear, welcome back,” she said softly, checking her vitals on the monitor. “Everything looks okay here, I will call the doctor to check on you.”

Jiyan tried to lift herself up again, groaning, only to be stopped by the nurse. “Ah, ah. Just rest for now, okay? Your mobility is getting back but for now just focus on breathing and relaxing.”

“A glass of water?” she rasped.

“We need to wait for the doctor to see if it is safe for you to assume liquids again; your body went through quite the ordeal and is trying to get back to normal.”

“What happened?” she asked, concerned.

“Let’s wait for the doctor, shall we?” the nurse said, avoiding the question as she exited through the curtain, closing it behind her.

Jiyan laid back again and stared at the ceiling, focusing on breathing and suppressing the panic that was rising inside, compressing her chest. After what felt like a few minutes, the nurse returned, soon followed by a doctor in her mid-50s, who closed the curtain separator behind her.

"Hello, dear. I am Dr. Walsh. How are you feeling?" she asked gently, also checking her vitals. The nurse raised the back of the bed, so that Jiyan could be more comfortable and able to have a conversation seated.

"I don’t know… I don’t remember," Jiyan said softly, her panic increasing. “Why don’t I remember?”

Closing her eyes, she tried to piece together how she'd ended up there, but the memories slipped through her fingers like water, leaving her grasping at shadows. She was feeling lost, as if she was in a dream and not in real life.

When she opened her eyes, the doctor looked at her, not betraying any feelings. “Dear, I know it’s confusing, but we will get there, okay? I just need you to trust me for a few minutes. Let’s start easy, shall we? What’s your name?"

“I… Jiyan," she replied, gaining a bit of confidence. "My name is Jiyan Fabris."

“Okay, good. And where are you from?”

“I… it’s complicated, but my citizenship is Italian."

“Alright, and how old are you?” the doctor asked.

“I’m 28.”

The questions continued for some time, and with each answer, Jiyan gained a little more confidence, feeling her anxiety cooling down.

“Okay, now the more difficult part: what day is today?”

There, Jiyan started having some flashes, and she felt her heartbeat quicken. She knew what day it was, had she done something stupid? Had she hurt herself trying to forget?

“It's the 23rd of January, or it was the 23rd of January,” she said, looking at the doctor's watch. “It’s almost 2:30 in the morning.”

“Well, you… For sure we don’t need to call a neurosurgeon to check your brain; you are faster than some of my interns,” the doctor remarked, eliciting a chuckle from the nurse in the corner. “Do you remember what happened today? Start from the morning."

Jiyan recounted her day, from waking up too early to having breakfast and going to the beach for a walk. When she got to the point where she went to the pub, she froze; it’s where everything got fuzzy and confusing.

“Okay, that’s good, Jiyan, you did good,” the doctor said, then sat at the end of her bed. “You arrived here a couple of hours ago in an unconscious state. After a blood exam, we discovered high levels of flunitrazepam, which is a common rape drug. As soon as we knew, we started a treatment to counteract its effects and make you conscious again."

“Rape drug?” Jiyan said, unsure, her voice trembling. “I was raped?”

“Almost” she answered with a grave voice “You arrived here dressed, and there was no sign of forced penetration. The paramedics explained that someone from the pub stopped him before it happened."

Jiyan stayed silent and did not know what to say. The word “rape” was echoing in her head, shutting down any kind of thoughts. She was almost raped. And she still did not know what the hell happened.

The doctor looked at her calmly and with a soft voice said, “Is there someone that we can call? The phone number of your emergency contact was disconnected.”

Jiyan knew perfectly well why the number did not work; she forgot to change it after what happened more than 1 year ago. “No, no, I am here on my own in Ireland.”

“You should still call someone from your family; it is important not to be on your own now,” the nurse interjected.

“I can’t call my mum, she would just worry, and I am fine in the end,” Jiyan tried, and then continued, trying to sound more sure. “It didn't happen, right?”

The stares she got let her know that she was fooling no one.

“It’s just…” she tried again. “What’s gonna happen now?”

The doctor smiled, kind of reassuringly. “You will stay here tonight, under observation. Now that you're awake and we've checked that everything is fine, you will be brought to your room. Tomorrow morning, the police will come here and take your statement; they already called us."

Jiyan grimaced. “Do they know what happened?”

“I am not sure, my dear. I know it’s all very confusing, but for now you need to rest. It is possible that after your system flushes the drug out, you could remember some pieces, but the more you force now, the more you are blocking this process. I know it feels like nothing, but just focus on resting," she said as she got up. "I leave you in the safe hands of Cara; she is our best nurse. We would be lost without her."

Cara snorted, getting closer to the bed to adjust it. “All these compliments will go to my head, boss,” she said sarcastically as the doctor was exiting and closing the separator curtains once again.

“Let’s get you comfortable, my dear, shall we? Are you cold? The flunitrazepam messes with the body temperature regulation," Cara asked, concern evident in her voice.

Jiyan just shook her head.

“Okay then… I will check to see if your room is ready. Just one last thing: there is one of the men that found you in the waiting room. He was worried about you and wanted to wait to see if there was any news," Cara said, looking deeply at her. "You don’t have to talk to him or anything, dear. He left his contact if you need it for later. He just wanted to know if you are okay."

Jiyan looked surprised; the last thing she wanted to do was go back to sleep or rest, as the doctor suggested. She wanted to move, to run, to scream, to regain control of her body. She was scared that if she fell asleep again, she would still feel in her bones that oppressive darkness and the terrifying paralysis.

“Does he know what happened?” she asked hesitantly, noticing she started shaking.

“You really want to know, dear?” Cara asked, looking for a moment at her.

“I need to… I just need to know," she whispered. "Please."

The nurse looked at her deeply, with sympathy. “Alright, then. Before bringing you upstairs, I will check if our Romeo is still in the waiting room. For now, try to rest; I know you don’t want to, but try," she said as she also left her bedside, leaving Jiyan with a looming feeling.

Cillian halted in front of the curtains dividing him from the hospital bed. The nurse guiding him turned and smirked, remarking, "Not that confident right now, aren’t we?" without affording him a chance to respond before parting the curtains.

 It was the second time that night their eyes met, and though he suspected she couldn't recall before on that night, he felt a flicker of recognition. She maintained eye contact, almost like waiting for him to speak.

"Um... Hi," he ventured uncertainly.

"Hi," she replied with a slight smile, though it seemed strained.

"Okay, my dear, I'm going to check on your room. If you need anything," she shot a pointed look at Cillian, "just call my name. Don’t hesitate."

With that, she returned to the nurse station, leaving Cillian at a loss. 

He felt he should say something. Anything.

"Um... I'm Cillian," he offered tentatively, as she regarded him silently.

"I was at the pub," he tried again, even less sure of himself.

She broke eye contact, gazing elsewhere. Cillian berated himself internally; he must seem utterly awkward.

"I...," he started before pausing to collect himself. "I'm sorry. I know I probably sound like a weirdo. I was just worried and wanted to make sure you'd be alright."

She met his gaze again with her striking green eyes. Despite the circumstances, Cillian found himself drawn to her.

"I don’t remember anything from the pub," she admitted, her voice raspy with an unfamiliar accent. "Do you know what happened?"

"I'm not sure when you arrived there. My friend Dermot and I got to the pub later than you," he began. "You were playing darts alone, and then some guy approached you. You seemed to handle him fine and sent him back to his table, but when you went to the restroom, he went back to your corner and tampered with your drink. I didn't realise until later, when we found you in the alley behind the pub."

He stopped looking at her and appeared lost, his gaze falling to his shoes.

"I'm so sorry," Cillian said earnestly, meeting her gaze again. "None of us noticed or could have imagined he would do something like that."

She fell silent for a moment, lost in thought, like she was in another dimension.

"And then?" she whispered, her voice sounded more broken.

"We found you with him in the alley and he ran off, almost immediately. We didn't go after him; you were unconscious, so we called an ambulance," he explained.

"Did he...?" she trailed off, unable to finish her sentence.

"I don't think so," Cillian reassured her. "I'm so sorry, um..."

"Jiyan," she interjected, meeting his eyes. "My name is Jiyan."

"Jiyan," Cillian repeated, her name rolling off his tongue, eliciting a smile from him. "Nice to meet you, Jiyan, though I wish it were under better circumstances."

She returned his smile faintly, and Cillian's heart skipped a beat. They shared a few moments simply looking at each other, lost in each other's gaze.

"So, Romeo," the nurse's voice broke the moment, "it's time for you to go. Your room is ready, my dear, and you need rest."

Cillian blushed at the nickname.

"Um, yes, I was just leaving," he replied, turning back to Jiyan. "I left my number at the ER desk. Feel free to reach out if you need anything. Again, I'm sorry for not noticing sooner. I hope you rest well."

Feeling increasingly out of place and unsure of what else to say, Cillian turned and departed, hearing the nurse's voice in the distance, "Oh my dear, hopefully this is the last of the drama for the night."

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#shadow of the sea #ari's little corner #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian fic #cillian murphy #cillian murphy fanfiction #my summaries are the worse

[rafeschicana]

𐙚˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ feedings w daddy 𐙚˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

dad!rafe x mom!reader

“babe what the fuck do you have our daughter eating?” rafe held up the glass container of baby food. “banana, blueberries & green beans?” he sneered “shit sounds horrendous.” ari couldn't care less what she was eating as long as her belly was full she was pleased. “she likes it don't judge my baby” you laughed from the counter where you cut up fruits. the past month you've introduced puree into ari’s feeding schedule so far everything was a hit. your baby was not picky.

“i ain't judging her just don't get babies' taste buds it’s weird” rafe opened the jar, watching as ari’s eyes grew wide at the sight of her food. “yeah you hungry girl?” rafe chuckles as ari smacked her hands down onto her highchair. “forgot the spoon again?” you passed rafe a baby spoon with a playful shake of your head. “wouldn't of happened if you didn't distract me” he pointed at you.

just fifteen minutes ago you were minding your business in the kitchen preparing lunch. rafe coming behind you wrapping his arms around you and groping your breasts. which prompted a very heated make-out session. before a whine was heard down the hall. ari woke up from her nap with a dirty diaper and a starving tummy. “yeah yeah whatever” ari let out a sequel and more loud smacks to her highchair clearly done with all this talking her mommy and daddy were doing.

“right, okay here my love” rafe scoops out a spoonful of puree. “psshh here it comes ari” you coo. “this is a new one lets see how she likes it” rafe cleans the side of her mouth with the spoon. ari’s little face turned sour for a minute. “nah I don't think she likes it baby” you immediately shook your head “no no just wait” you clutched onto his arm resting your head against him. ari was silent for a minute trying out the new spurt of flavors.

“mhm is it yummy bebe?” you laughed when she reached for more. clasping onto the spoon rafe had in his hand with a tight grasp. “shit she's strong” he shook his head. “princess you gotta let me have it if you want more.” ari’s baby brows furrowed as she let out a loud wail. “baby can I get some help?” he looked towards you with a small smile. “that’s all you daddy” you kissed him on the lips before walking away.

“be nice to your daddy ari” you spoke as you rounded the corner. it was at that moment Ari released the spoon from her grip with a giggle. “love my girls so much” rafe spoke gently before continuing feeding his baby.

#rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron #dad!rafe cameron #rafe outer banks

[smediumsmeatbae]

Welp. I see the CE fandom is still up to shenanigans and fuckery. 😐

#I'm just gonna stay over in my little corner with Steeb and Ari and not bother anyone else #and I may be leaving yall for Quantum Leap

[shrowdly]

#rotten art #oc: aritec #oc: amari #oc: malaki #oc: hat #aritec is so funny to me. fail necromancer #but also their resurrection of Hat is genuinely a little impressive but also #they never would have succeeded if they hadnt found malakis own research #also malaki just showing up in ardach and hazel creek being like oh malaki my old friend malaki #while ari is in the corner having a Moment

[evansbby]

another sugar daddy Ari 🫣🥵✨✨

18+ minors dni, daddy kink, age gap, smut

Ari wasn’t a conventional sugar daddy by any means. Well, what was a conventional sugar daddy, anyways? You wouldn’t know, because this was the first time you’d ever been in an arrangement like this. You didn’t know what you expected when you signed the contract. But it’s not like you were complaining…

You weren’t complaining when he made you sit on his lap while he kissed you everywhere. Slowly, sensually, petting you like you were his little toy, while he asked you questions about your life.

“Are you enjoying college?” While he sucked on your neck.

“Tell me about your parents, how are they doing?” While he peppered kisses along your jaw.

“What extra-curriculars are you taking this semester?” As he kissed your cheek and cooed at you.

You’d tell him, being as animated as possible because he seemed to like how chatty you were. And he’d play with your hair and caress you everywhere and put his hands up your skirt or play with your bra strap. It was like you were a delectable meal that he was playing with, and he enjoyed teasing himself almost as much as he enjoyed teasing you.

“Baby, you didn’t spend any of your allowance this week.” Ari inquires one day, frowning as he enters your apartment. Well, the luxury penthouse apartment he was paying for, but he liked to call it yours and you liked having a place of your own so you never corrected him. Not that he’d appreciate you correcting him on anything anyways. Men and their egos…

You shrug, sitting up on the couch where you’d been waiting for him. He’d texted you earlier informing you that he’d cleared his schedule to meet you for lunch. And of course, you assumed lunch was code for sex, which was why you were clad in only a pretty pink lingerie set with silky ribbons and bows, along with a pair of pink high heels which Ari already couldn’t take his eyes off of.

“Sorry, daddy, I just didn’t feel like shopping.”

You cross and uncross your legs, looking up at him and biting your lip. How can you tell your sugar daddy that there’s only so many new dress, shoes or purses you can purchase in a week?

Ari huffs, “I’m gonna have to start punishing you if you don’t spend your weekly allowance, sweetheart.”

But he’s already unbuckling his belt, which makes lick your lips excitably. You’d only been in this arrangement with him for a month and a half, but he’d already got you addicted to his dick. And his mouth. His tongue. His hands…

Ari was so different from the college boys you were used to. Not only was he older, mature, experienced in how to please women, but he was also just… so rugged. And tough. Rough around the edges, so to speak. With his mane of long hair, his bristly beard and wild eyes, he was incredibly virile, handsome, and quite frankly, every girl’s wet dream.

In his 40s, he was now the big CEO hotshot of some huge company. But he’d worked for the government when he was younger, going out on international missions and doing all that dangerous, top secret stuff. But that was all he ever told you about that, and yet you could see it on his face, everything he’d been through and the things he’d seen.

He was hot-headed, impulsive and he took what he wanted when he wanted it. You weren’t complaining, because it made for some fantastic, mind-blowing sex.

Like when he’d taken you out to dinner but midway through the meal he’d decided he’d rather devour you instead, and so he’d pulled you into his lap right there and fucked you gently while he fed you pieces of steak. Luckily, the two of you were in a corner booth. Unluckily, most of the wait-staff had seen, but Ari left them a hefty tip to make sure they never mentioned it again.

Or the time he’d come to pick you up from campus, only to see you talking to one of the boys from your history class. That was the day you’d found out how jealous Ari Levinson was capable of being. He’d slung you over his lap and spanked your ass raw for the better part of the journey home. His limo driver had drawn the partition, and you’d cried until your daddy pulled you upright, kissed your face and told you it way okay.

Or, the time you’d forgot to call him daddy during sex once, which was very much against the rules. Ari wanted you to call him daddy and nothing else when inside the bedroom. Which was why he’d tied you up and aggressively licked your cunt till your legs were shaking and you were on the brink of passing out, and the only word you were able to utter was “daddy.”

Back in the present, Ari allows his pants to drop to the floor along with his boxers, and he gives you a meaningful look.

“Daddy’s had a long day and wants you to suck his dick, sweetheart.”

You sink down to your knees, trying to be sexy about it and you know he appreciates that. You love how he can’t take his eyes off your body, how the lingerie hugs your curves and pushes your breasts up. How tantalising your cleavage looks, especially with you on your knees in front of him. You know Ari loves your body, and loves buying you pretty, revealing things so he can show you off to all his friends and colleagues.

You grab hold of his big dick, throat already hurting at the thought of having that inside your mouth. You loved his dick because it was pretty and brought you so much pleasure, but it was also so insanely big, and Ari loved to make you choke on it. Which happened every time you gave him a blowjob because you still weren’t used to his size, and he preferred you taking all of it in till you couldn’t breathe. You knew he loved it when you couldn’t breathe, when his enormous dick was suffocating you…

“And then after you do that, you’re going to sit on my lap and scroll through my phone till you’ve found some nice things to spend your allowance on. Got that, gorgeous?”

You nod submissively, and Ari smirks. He’s still got his belt in his hand and he loops it around your neck, tightening it till it’s incredibly snug. And just being there, by his feet with a makeshift leash around your neck gets you wetter than it should.

“Such a good little girl,” Ari grunts, grabbing a fistful of your hair as you take his cock into your mouth. Giving Ari a blowjob is always a messy affair, and soon enough, he’s thrusting in and out of your mouth at top speed, muttering profanities while he orders you to keep your eyes on his.

He rubs his dick all over your face, smearing your cheeks and nose with his precum and your own spit. He slaps you across the face with his cock, chuckling breathlessly when you pout because he knows how wet it gets you. And he grabs your hair, pushing you down till your deep-throating him, your nose pressed against his pelvis till you can’t breathe and you begin to flail your limbs.

But his belt around your neck keeps you in place, as does his constant praises “What a good little girl,” “daddy loves how well you take my dick,” “you’re so good for me, baby. So sexy and cute when you’ve got my dick down your throat.”

He cums on your face and doesn’t let you clean it off. He tells you that you look beautiful like this, and then, true to his word, sits you down on his lap and hands you his phone. You scroll through one expensive brand website after another, all while he plays with your lingerie, petting and kissing you how he loves to, and telling you how sexy you are with his cum on your face.

“Sweetheart, if it was up to me, I’d have you in nothing except covered in diamonds, and my cum on your face.”

He immediately orders you an expensive pair of diamond earrings from Cartier (as if you haven’t already got two whole jewellery boxes full of diamonds and pearls and sapphire and what not — all from Ari of course). And then he insists that the earrings were his gift to you, and that you still need to spend your allowance.

After a lot of pouting and grumbling, and some reprimanding smacks to your bottom later, you’ve let him buy you two Chanel handbags, a dress from Versace’s newest Resort collection (not even in stores yet, but Ari had his connections), as well as five new pairs of shoes (all high heels, of course).

“Now was that so hard, baby?”

“I guess not. But I’m gonna run out of space soon, with all the things you keep buying me.”

Ari scoffs, “I have another apartment in the upper east side. You can use it as your shoe closet.”

“You’re really into the heels, aren’t you, daddy?” You tease, twirling your bare legs in the air, your heels catching the light and you feel Ari getting hard again. He grabs your ankle suddenly, pressing kisses up your calf while you gasp and squirm in his lap. His bonded digs at your ass and his hands fondle you everywhere, tugging at your lingerie before he abruptly stops himself.

“Baby, go wait for me inside the bedroom. Everything off except the shoes. And lie on the bed for me with your legs spread out.”

You raise an eyebrow, “That’s awfully specific, daddy—OW!”

He smacks your ass four times in quick succession.

“Go. Now. I’ve got the rest of the day off and daddy plans to fuck your little pussy till I’ve had my fill. Which won’t be any time soon, so take a couple of bottles of water with you too.”

***

JSJDSJSKSKSK THE END IDK I AM IN SYCH A SUGAR DADDY ARI MOOD BYE.

#sugar daddy Ari #Ari levinson #ari levison x reader #Steve rogers #Chris evans #chris evans fanfiction

[catmarlowastrology]

Moon through the signs + Worst first date ideas

🍽️ Moon in Aries: A monotonous dinner without any excitement or challenge, like a basic meal at home with no surprises and variety.

🍔 Moon in Taurus: A chaotic, fast-food joint with uncomfortable seating and low-quality food, like a crowded, noisy burger joint with uncomfortable plastic chairs.

🎥 Moon in Gemini: A date with no chance for conversation or mental stimulation, like watching a movie in complete silence.

🏙️ Moon in Cancer: A crowded, impersonal restaurant with little privacy or warmth, like a noisy chain restaurant with tables packed close together.

🍟 Moon in Leo: A date lacking effort or creativity, like a generic dinner at a fast-food chain.

🧳 Moon in Virgo: A disorganized outing with no clear plan, like a spontaneous trip with no itinerary or preparation.

🏚️ Moon in Libra: A date in an unattractive or tense environment, like a run-down diner with arguing patrons.

🎉 Moon in Scorpio: A superficial date with no chance for meaningful conversation, like a loud party with no private corners to talk.

🛤️ Moon in Sagittarius: A dull activity with no sense of adventure, like a routine dinner at a chain restaurant.

🕰️ Moon in Capricorn: A date lacking substance or respect for their time, like a frivolous outing with no meaningful conversation.

🎬 Moon in Aquarius: A conventional date following all the usual norms, like a dinner and a movie with no unique twists.

🏟️ Moon in Pisces: A noisy, harsh environment with no emotional connection, like a crowded sports bar during a big game.

#moon in aries #moon in taurus #moon in gemini #moon in cancer #moon in leo #moon in virgo #moon in libra #moon in scorpio #moon in sagittarius #moon in capricorn #moon in aquarius #moon in pisces #moon #astrology #astrology observations #astro community #astro notes #astrology notes #predictive astrology #birth chart #birth chart reading #astro observations #astro content #astrology signs #astro thoughts #astro tumblr #astro talks #astro transits #astro tips

[the-wayward-snowflake]

I finally did second (not so great) reference page for her.

#ooc ari doodles #[her goddess outfit is my favorite] #[I headcanon it was made for her 🥺] #[an Isolde ref isn’t complete without a little hoot hoot in the corner]