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Robb Stark Oneshot

Robb Stark X Reader

Prompt: “He waited for her”

Words: 3,907

Warnings: None that I can think of!

He waited for her. It has been four years since Robb Stark has seen the girl named Y/N, she was a simple king’s servant but he loved her no matter her title. When you were both young you had met Robb on a trip to Winterfell with King Robert, you had only been learning the ropes and that is what led to your meeting Robb.

You walk through the chilly castle trying to balance the dishes in your hands making your way to the kitchen but you were lost and quickly losing your grip on the plates and bowls. Not paying attention to where you were walking you slam right into someone and drop all of the objects, you let out a groan of annoyance looking up to see who it was that caused you to drop them. The color drained from your face when you locked eyes with Lord Ned’s son, Robb, you curtsy and look down at the ground afraid of the trouble you will most likely get into from this incident.

“Forgive me, my lord, I was not looking where I was looking.” You kneel to the ground rounding up the scattered dishes, thanking the gods that none of them broke.

“Nonsense it was my fault, my lady.” He also kneels down helping you pick up, and you shake your head not looking into his eyes.

“That is very kind but I am no lady, there is no need to help me. You must have more important things to attend too.” Nervousness taking over your speech. He chuckles and you glance up making eye contact yet again with his piercing blue eyes, noticing a few stray curls of hair falling into his face. “What is so funny?” You question, holding back a smile. It had been very long since you had talked to anyone other than other servants let alone a handsome boy like Robb.

“You talk a lot when you are nervous.” He points out and your face grows crimson as you finish grabbing the dishes standing back up.

“I apologize.” You say quietly, and you notice he has a few dishes in his hands, as he also stands up in front of you. “If you could please put those in the stack and I will be on my way.” He studies you for a second not saying a word as he takes in all your features.

“What kind of lord would I be if I let a lady struggle to carry all these. Please let me help you.” He smiles, and you shake your head looking around hoping that no one would be coming to see you talking to him.

“That would be completely inappropriate, I really do not want to get into any trouble.” you plead, scared of the consequences if any of the king's men were to see you.

“They are all on a hunt. No one is around. I insist on helping you, and you would not deny a lord would you?” He answers with a smirk, and you look at him with uncertainty. Thinking about his words for a second you finally nod and he smiles, taking half of the stack in your hands, lifting a large weight from your arms.

“Thank you, my lord.” You say as you both make your way to the kitchen, you mostly following him since you were lost before.

“Please call me Robb. What is your name?” He questions, glancing over at you seeing you looking at the ground as you walk. He takes notice of your nervousness and begins to think of ways to make you relax.

“Y/N.” You say and he smiles at your answer finding your name almost as beautiful as you.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful lady.” You blush crimson and hold back a smile from his comment. You finally glance over at him seeing that he was already looking at you with his blue eyes that reminded you of the sea. You quickly look away and you hear him chuckle softly. “I make you very nervous don’t I?” he asks you and your eyes widen at his blunt question.

“I am just not used to being treated with kindness, my lor… Robb.” You correct yourself at the end and he hums in response. “But I do appreciate such kindness that you have shown me.” You smile slightly looking over at him earning a grin in response to your smile.

“I believe every lady should be treated with respect, no matter their status.” He admits and you find his answer very respectable. You could tell that he would be a great leader one day, maybe even a great king.

“That is very honorable of you.” You smile as you both reach the kitchen and you find it empty which gave you a sense of relief. Robb sets down the dishes in his hands and takes yours setting them down as well.  

“So tell me about yourself,” Robb says, pulling out a chair at the table in the middle of the room and he sits down, watching as you begin running water for the dishes. You simply shrug as an answer. There really was not much to you, you were just a servant. “I will not take a shrug as an answer Y/N. Have you always lived in Kings Landing? Who are your parents?” You frown slightly at his choice of questions, but your back was facing him so he could not see that change in your demeanor.

“My mother worked in a brothel in Kings landing, she has no idea who my father could be. She was killed by a drunk when I was three and her friend who works for the king took me in and taught me how to be a servant. I am simply just a bastard servant.” You mumble, scrubbing at the dishes trying not to get too upset of the matter.

“I am sorry I did not mean to upset you.” He says, an uncomfortable tone in his voice.

“No need to apologize it is in the past. Can I ask you a question?” You turn around to face him, drying your hands on your dress.

“Of course.” He nods, keeping his eyes focused on your face.

“Do you make it a habit to chat with the servants or are you just looking to get something from me?” You question then cover your mouth immediately with wide eyes. “Oh my, Please forgive me I do not know why I would ask that.” You continue rambling as he stares at you with an amused look.

“It is alright Y/N, I understand you being wary. If you must know I do not do this often but I assure you that I do not want anything, I think of you to highly. I simply want to get to know this beautiful girl staying in the castle with me.” You stop talking and blush, looking to the ground. You turn your head when you hear people approaching the kitchen. Robb gets up and makes his way to you, taking your hands in his. “I hope to speak to you again my lady.” he kisses your cheek and leaves you alone in a daze trying to wrap your head around what just happened.

“There you are Y/N! The queen needs you!” Another servant exclaims as she walks in. You shake your head a little and nod, making your way towards the queen’s chambers with no words.

The days following your meeting with Robb you tried your best to stay clear of him, still not sure as to what to think about the interaction. It was becoming dark and you were outside taking a walk since you had finished your work for the day. Wandering the ground you found the stables and smiled making your way over to one of the horses. You reach your hand out and pet it’s head softly as it leans into your touch.

“You are a good girl aren’t you?” You smile, speaking to the animal. You always had a connection to animals and loved every chance you go to interact with them. While petting the creature you hear someone clear their throat behind you and you jump turning around to see Robb with a smirk on her face. “Robb! You scared me.” You exclaim, holding back a smile now that you knew it was just him. You had to admit something about him made your stomach do flips when you so much as even saw him. He chuckles and grins at your reaction to him.

“I am sorry to scare you Y/N. I just saw you from my window and thought I would come and say hello.” You blush and bite your lip slightly.

“So you are following me now?” You joke, walking away from the stables and he follows at your side.

“If that is what it takes to see you then yes, that is what I am doing.” He grins, glancing over at your face as your skin radiates from the moonlight.

“Has it ever crossed your mind that I was hiding from you?” You question not knowing why you were suddenly so comfortable around him.

“I sure hope that is not the case.” He smiles, hands behind his back as you walk together in the quiet night.

“You are very different Robb Stark.” You state, looking over at him with a smile.

“And you are very different than any other woman I have ever met in my life Y/N. I enjoy your company very much.” He grins, and he stops walking, you notice that you are both a ways from the castle now among the trees. “You are possibly the most beautiful woman in all of the seven kingdoms.” You blush, looking down at the ground not wanting him to see the effect his words have over you.

“You are too flattering my lord. There are many more beautiful girls than me, and they are ones that you won’t get into trouble for being around.” You sigh, snapping yourself out of whatever daydream was taking over you. He was highborn and next in line to be the lord of Winterfell, and you were simply a bastard child who was also a servant. Not even worthy to be speaking to such a man. He takes your hand and you look up meeting his eyes.

“I do not want any other girl. I know that we have only just met but I believe that you are the one for me Y/N. I do not care what your status is, who your parents are, or what you do for work. I only care about you.” Your breath hitches with his words and you tear up slightly. No one had ever shown you such kindness but you couldn’t ignore your mind which was screaming at you that it would never happen and that it is not right, and that you must leave.

“I am sorry Robb.” You say in a hushed tone, looking away from his eyes. “It is not possible.” You slowly let go of his hands and look at the ground.

“No, it is possible Y/N.” he objects searching for your eyes but you refused to meet his. “Look at me.” You shake your head and he speaks again. “Look at me.” Sighing you look at his eyes and see hurt in them, you could see him silently pleading for you to say something else.  “I love you.” You scoff, tears pricking your eyes.

“You don’t even know me.” your words were a disguise because you also felt the same way, you both had a connection but you could not let yourself give in.

“Y/N.”

“I can’t Robb. I know my place, and it’s not with you. Just please, don’t speak to me anymore. I just need to do my job then I will go back to King’s Landing where I will serve the king. Because that is my duty. Just like yours is to marry a lady and become lord of Winterfell. We are not from the same world, so please just let me do my job and when I leave you can forget about me.” You finally speak up. Once you finish speaking you walk away leaving him in the trees, tears fell from your eyes but you refused to look back. You just keep telling yourself ‘you are from different worlds, it isn’t meant to be.’

It had been weeks since you last talked to Robb and you made quite an effort to stay clear of him, not ready to see the hurt look in his eyes. Ever since you told Robb everything that had been running through your mind and you stopped seeing him around Winterfell felt a little colder. You were on your way to where the king has summoned you and you felt nervous, worried that something was going to happen. You knock on the door and hear the king say come in.

“Ah, there she is. Ned this is Y/N. She is learning to be a servant for us, and she is one of the best.” You walk in and curtsey, to both of the men with a small smile on your face.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Lord Stark.” He nods in response with a small smile.

“Lord Stark was looking for someone to accompany him and his sons on a hunting trip and I suggested you. Of course, you will not do the hunting but you will serve them food and drinks.” You froze at the thought of spending the time with Robb but quickly pushed it into the back of your mind.

“I would be honored, my lord.”

“Yes well get ready they are leaving within the hour, bring a cloak it is getting cold and I don’t need you getting sick.” The king orders. You nod and curtsey before leaving the room going to change into better clothes.

After changing and getting food and wine for the trip you make your way to the courtyard and you see the men readying their horses for the trip. You make eye contact with Robb and quickly look down making your way to Ned.

“Ah Y/N, thank you again for coming along,” Ned says and you smile with a small nod. “There is a horse over there ready for you and we will leave shortly.”

“Thank you, Lord Stark.” You curtsey and make your way to the horse noticing that it is the same one you were petting the other night. You smile and pet her head and start attaching the food and drinks to the saddle.

“Do you need any help getting on your horse?” A voice asks from beside you. You see a curly-haired man with jet back hair and soft eyes.

“I can manage. Thank you…” You hesitate not knowing the man's name.

“Jon. Jon Snow.” He smiles and you return it with a small nod.

“It is nice to meet you Jon. and thank you again for your kindness.” He nods and leaves back to his horse climbing onto it. You look over and see Robb looking at you with pain in his eyes and your smile fades and you feel an aching in your chest. You look away and climb onto your horse, making sure you had your legs covered and your cloak tightened around you.

After leaving Winterfell and going into the forest you had spoken to Jon, mostly speaking of his plans on going to the wall once he is of age. You found that very honorable and respected him for being willing to make such a sacrifice for the kingdoms. Around midday, everyone had stopped and you served them and was even invited by ned to join them, you sat between Jon and Ned and would glance over at Robb every once in a while noticing him not eating his food. Once everyone had eaten you packed up the things and you all continued riding around in search of a boar to kill. The ride was peaceful but then your horse started to jerk and whine.

“Woah girl.” You say, and you try to calm her down as she was jerking more and more. Robb stops and glances back seeing the horse act up, he frowns and waits for you go get her calm. She suddenly bucks and you fall off onto your back and she takes off running away from us. All the men jump from their horses to check on you and Robb is quickly at your side making sure that you are not hurt.

“Are you alright? Does anything hurt?” He questions, his hand on your back helping you stand up. You dust yourself off while shaking your head, trying to draw the attention away from you.

“I am fine.” You pull away from him slightly, feeling only hurt in your heart under his touch.

“I don’t think she is coming back,” Jon announces looking in the way that your horse ran, and your sigh upset about having her run away.

“That is fine. I can walk beside you all.” You smile reassuringly and Robb shakes his head, protesting your words.

“You can ride with me, there is no reason for you to walk.” You look at him then to Ned who nods at his son's words.

“Thank you.” You say quietly as they all get back on their horses and Robb leads you to his. He lifts you up and then gets on in front of you, you try to keep your distance from him but he looks back to you, his blue eyes piercing yours.

“You should hold on to me so you don’t fall off another horse.” He states, looking forward, motioning for his horse to follow the rest. You swallow hard and slowly wrap your arms around him, your asking tingling where you two were touching. He keeps his horse in the back of the others and makes sure you two are out of hearing distance of the others. “Y/N I want to talk about that night,” he whispers and he feels you tense against him.

“I really rather not Robb. Let us just finish this hunting trip.” He stays silent and simply nods at your answer, as you look out towards the trees, tears pricking your eyes.

You get home late at night and it is beginning to storm rain pelting down on your heads. Everyone leaves their horses and goes into the castle but once you get down from Robb’s horse you stay to help put them away with the other servants. Robb does not leave and he looks to the other servants and orders them to leave you two alone. You sigh and turn away from the horse you were focused on and you face him, the rain pouring down on the both of you.

“Robb what do you want?” you ask, pain soaking your voice. He shakes his head coming closer to you.

“I have told you already. I want you. I can’t even think straight when I am not around you, my heart grows heavy when I see you but I can’t talk to you. Y/N I do not care what you think about us being together because of our status differences I love you. Please tell me you feel the same way.” You look down to the ground, thankful that the rain is covering the tears falling from your eyes. He grabs your hands and brings you closer as you look up at him. “Please,” he begs his voice cracking slightly.

Taking in a shaky breath you look right into his eyes. “I do. I love you more than I could love anyone. But Robb…” your words are cut off by him kissing you deeply. Your breath hitches but you quickly wrap your arms around his neck kissing him back with a passion you had never felt before. He pulls away and looks at you with a smile.

“You have to stay.” He says, knowing that the king and his men were leaving the next day. You smile and shake your head while your hair is plastered to your head from the rain.

“I have to go back. It is my duty.” You sigh, pushing his hair from his eyes.

“My father can have you stay, please. I want to be with you.” He pleads and you kiss him lightly to make him be quiet.

“I will come back, but only when I can. My duty is to serve the king, and that is what I will do. But I promise I will come back to you.” He looks sad but nods anyway, kissing you once more making you wish it would never end.

Years had passed since you left Winterfell and Robb waited for you, waiting for the day that you would come back to him. Once his father had been charged as a traitor he moved his army to show Joffrey that he was not fit to be king. He had slowly believed that you were most likely dead knowing that you only thought of Robert as your king and not that little twat.

“We have to attack the Lannister Army soon and weaken them, once we show that we can hurt them, we can get more soldiers to join us and we will win this war,” Robb announces looking at the map in front of him with many other men surrounding him.

“I am sorry Sir but there is someone out there looking for you, they just walked into camp asking for you.” A soldier walks in grabbing his attention. Robb nods leaving the tent towards where the soldier was leading him. He stops when he sees you, you were still as beautiful as the day you had left, even more, if that was even possible. You look up from where you were sitting and smile, seeing his blue eyes staring at you with disbelief. He quickly runs to you and envelops you in a hug and kisses you deeply. You never wanted it to end, his kiss was the only thing that you thought of through these past years. Returning to him is what kept you going.

“You are here. I thought you were dead,” he mumbles into your lips kissing you over and over. You smile against his lips pulling away to look into his eyes.

“I promised I would come back.” He grins, taking every detail in of your face.

“And I waited for you.” he kisses you once more, and suddenly everything was worth it for you. The years serving the king, until his dying day it was all worth it now that you were back with your one true love, and you were never leaving his side ever again.

A/N: Hey everyone I really hope you enjoyed this Oneshot! I worked super hard on it and I am so proud and I love it! Richard Madden has been making me fall deeper and deeper love with him lately and so I am on a writing spree for him. If anyone has any requests for any of his characters feel free to send them in! I love you all and I hope you had a lovely valentines day!

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I'm Truly Yours.

Pairing: Chris Evans x actress!reader

Summary: Chris would do the stupidest thing not to lose you : listen to his noisy brain.

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: lil angst, fluff, Chris being jealous

A/N: Hello everyone! I hope that everyone is doing great and is healthy. I am back with another Chris fic that I hope with all my heart that you guys will enjoy. My inbox is open for everything, so please don't hesitate to send me a message. Love you all dearly xx

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any ( grammar) mistakes. Feedback and requests are always welcome.

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You loved Concord. You loved how quiet it was and that everyone knew each other. You loved how you just could walk freely without worrying about the paparazzi. You loved that the people were so nice and always treated you with a big smile. You could walk for hours in the woods if you wanted it too, listening to the birds chirping and how the leaves crunched beneath your shoes. But the most thing you loved was the person that made you fall in love with Concord: Chris Evans.

Chris and you met in 2018 when you guys were shooting a movie together. He was immediately shaken. He just got over a relationship, so he didn’t think he would fall in love with someone so quickly, but he couldn’t help himself. He loved that you were intellectually challenging and ambitious. You were so kind to people on set and not bratty what he thought you would be. He couldn’t be more wrong. You carried yourself with class and were honest. Chris couldn’t get enough of you. Chris wanted- no, he needed you in his life, just like he needed oxygen. He had to see you; he had to hear your angelic voice just to act like a normal person.

He fell madly in love with you, without even knowing. You too were always flirting on set but never daring to take it a step further, too scared to lose one another. You went to movie premiers with him, took his dog for a walk with him, and met his family back in Concord. His siblings loved you instantly and Lisa saw the energy you too had. You were made for each other. She could see it in her son’s eyes when you were playing with his nieces. She also could see it in your eyes when he told his family stories about what happened in his life or on set. Chris never wanted to let you go.

That all changed with one phone call.

You got a phone call from your manager saying that Kevin Feige wanted to meet you. You were beyond excited and told Chris the news immediately. He was extremely happy for you and all the opportunities this was going to give you. He knew that you had a brilliant career in front of you. You flew back to LA and had a meeting with Kevin and his team. You found out that he wanted you to play the character Sersi in the new ‘Eternals’ movie. You fell in love with the character and said yes without even thinking. You got the details and found out that your love interest would be played by non-other than Richard Madden. The two of you met a couple of days later, and he was the sweetest person ever. You were nervous working with big stars like Angelina Jolie and Salma Hayek, but he always made sure that there was nothing to be nervous about and that everything would be fine.

When all of this happened, Chris was still in Concord, accepting your calls and hearing you talk about Marvel and how excited you were. It made his heart flutter hearing you laugh and being so excited.

“ I’m telling ya, Chris, this is like a dream come true. And everyone is so nice and omg I have to tell you about Richard! I don’t know if you met him, but he is the sweetest guy ever. He always makes sure if I am comfortable, and asks how I am. He is like my best friend on set!”

That took Chris off guard. It made him feel uneasy and his heartbeat got faster. He didn’t like this at all. It felt like he could throw up, and his blood was starting to boil. Of course, Richard was so nice to you. You’re the prettiest woman ever. Chris thought that Richard wanted to take advantage of you because you were so inexperienced. You didn’t have feelings for Richard, no. Impossible. You and Chris were made for each other. Maybe Chris didn’t make any move, but that didn’t mean he never would. Your voice woke him from the nightmare he was seeing in daylight.

“Uh Chris, you there?”

“Hmm, what? Yeah, sorry sweetie, Ma was saying something. What were you saying?”

He asked you, still pissed at Richard.

“I just said that I had to go. I have to film a sex scene with Richard now. I’ll call you tonight.”

You were going to kill Chris.

The following weeks got you and Richard closer. Posting each other pictures on Instagram, going to get coffee together, and then eventually doing interviews together. The media loved the two of you. Saying that you were perfect for each other, seeing paparazzi pictures of the two of you, and thinking that you were together. You didn’t mind the rumors since there were just rumors and Richard and you were just friends, but Chris was pissed. He never thought that violence was the answer, but if he saw one more article about you and Richard Madden, he was going to kill someone. Your phone calls went from 7 times a week, to 3. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to call him; you wanted to so badly but were so busy that you didn’t even have time to call your parents. And obviously, Chris took this the wrong way. He was now in the thought that you and Richard were together and that Ricard stopped you from seeing him. 'That piece of shit, he thought.

Even after the shootings were done and you went back to Concord, things weren't the same. There was an unreasonable change of air between you, too. You felt it. And you knew he felt it too because he was the reason for it. He was distant. Answering your messages late, not going on walks with dodger anymore, skipping Sunday brunches. It was very obvious. The reason for it was not obvious. Your thinking was that he was anxious about his new role and that could explain his latest actions. So, to give him some time, you didn't push or nor asked him questions about the change of his behaviour.

When the premiere came up, Chris was beyond happy when you asked him to be his date to the premiere. If you went with Richard, he would kill himself. He couldn’t handle it seeing you with someone else. You hanging out with Richard was already enough. No need to go to premiers together too. He was so afraid that Richard was going to take his place, that he had panic attacks when he thought about it. But now was not the time. He had to get himself ready for his girl.

He picked you up in his car wearing a suit, similar to his ‘Knives out’ premiere. After waiting for about 15 minutes, you came out the door. And you, god. He didn’t even know where to start. You looked just like a dream. It was the first time he saw you in 2 weeks and he tried so hard not to faint. His heart was leaking with your love and his lips were begging to kiss you. His hands were desperate to touch you and his feet wanted to walk towards you and only you. But his brain, his brain, was mad at you. How could you replace him? How could you be in love with someone else? His whole body was in a fight with his brain, trying to stop him from saying horrible things to you, but he couldn’t. His goddamn brain won.

“Wow Y/N, you look great. A little surprised you invited me to be honest. Thought you rather wanted to go with your ‘new’ boyfriend, Richard.”

There it was. His hands were desperate to touch you, wanted to smack him in the face. His feet that only wanted to walk towards you, wanted to walk into a dig. His heart, which was leaking with your love, was beating so fast in hope that it would explode. But his brain couldn’t be more proud. Dammit.

“What do you mean by that, Chris? He is not my boyfriend. And of course, I would invite you. You’re the closest person to me. So that's why you were so weird to me since I came back? You think I am in a relationship with Richard?"

This is a perfect time, thought his legs. Kneel in front of her. Tell her how much you love her. Yes, thought his eyes. Cry right now to show her how heartbroken you were about the thought that you didn’t want to see him anymore. But they all lost. Their wishes were unheard by Chris' ears when the only lousy noise he heard was from his brain. It was so loud that it almost damaged his ears.

she broke you. You break her.

“You know what I am talking about. This isn't about jealousy, okay? What, like, Is this a thing for you? You meet a guy on set, become friends with him, even meet their family but dump him as soon as you met another guy on set? Damn, what a great technique you got there, Y/L/N.”

His eyes gave up when yours started crying. His lips were mad at him when yours started trembling. His legs wanted to kick him in the balls when yours almost gave up on you. His arms were his only hope. The only thing that could save all of this. So he took you in his arms and started hugging you. His nose smelling your heavenly scent made his brain normal again. 'You idiot, you broke her, do something.' His hands were blessed with touching your back and his eyes started crying harder.

“ I am so sorry sweetheart, I don’t know why I said such horrible things to you. You are the most important thing in my life. Your smile is my oxygen, and I just killed you with my words. I committed suicide. I am so sorry, honey. I was a jealous bastard. The thought of you looking lovely at someone else other than me broke me. I just had to trust you. Please, I beg you, don’t leave me out of your life. I’ve never been so scared of losing something in my life. Then again, nothing in my life has ever meant as much as you do.”

When you looked at him, you saw that he was telling the truth. It took him almost 4 years to confess his love to you. And it took you almost 4 years to kiss him, blessing his lips and slowing his heartbeat. His heart didn’t want to explode anymore, it wanted to beat. Just for you.

“In case you ever foolishly forget Christopher, I am only thinking of you. I am only and truly yours. I want you today, tomorrow, next week, and for the rest of my life. I love you with all my heart, inside and out. Please never break it again. It needs it to love you, Chris.” He kissed you again. And again. And again. He promised himself that day to never listen to his brain again and always, love you.

You arched your brows and scrunched your nose.

“Girlfriend? I don’t think you asked me to be your girlfriend.” He took you between his arms, kissed you again, and whispered in your ear.

"Don't you worry, I'll ask it more romantically since we have eternity together."

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Snapshot (Richard Madden x Reader)

Of Family and Puns

(One shot)

Summary: Your story time Twitter thread of how your grandparents thought you were dating Richard Madden becomes viral and you get the chance to meet the man himself.

One shot Summary: You bring Richard to meet your grandparents and he learns where you get your bad puns.

Word Count: 2.5k words

Warnings: Bad puns are back babey! (that's basically it)

A/N: This surprise one-shot is my gift to you guys on my birthday! I would've celebrated by going out to watch Eternals but with circumstances, I'm going to be a bit late in knowing about the movie (which sucks bc I've been waiting for it for years) But anyway, enjoy this bit of lighthearted fluff before the storm that is the final chapter, Part 5. I love you guys! ASK BOX IS ALWAYS OPEN! Reviews, comments, suggestions, requests (and reblogs) are happily welcomed and accepted! Not beta'd, we own our mistakes like real ppl. Enjoy One shot 1!

Disclaimer: We're all only having fun here, right guys? I have no idea if Bodyguard is indeed having a potential second season. That being said, all information posted herein is not intended to be taken seriously. Take it with a grain of salt, if you please.

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“Y/N!”

Snow crunched under your booted feet as you ran up to your grandparents and gave them a tight hug. You had missed them, having not been able to book last year’s holidays off from the laboratory and thus not being able to come, but had promised to be back for the next holidays with more presents and a lot more stories. They only wanted two things from you anyway; your presence and the chance to meet the man in the photos you had been sending them. And they were getting both presents this holiday because you were able to bring your boyfriend with you.

Richard was able to book off two weeks of the holidays so he could finally meet your grandparents. It was endearing how he was much more nervous in meeting your grandparents than he was when he met your parents. He took the time to pick out the best gift he could give them even if you had insisted he didn’t have to. He was persistent about it and you relented, telling him he could just give them robes and they would be thankful for it. You didn’t realize your boyfriend would go overboard with it and he bought the softest, warmest, coziest robes you’ve ever touched.

“Y/N! You’ve grown!” Gramps said as he set you down. He was a spry man of seventy, not looking a bit like his age because of all the wood chopping and exercise he had been doing since moving into this quaint elderly village.

“Gramps, you say the same thing every year,” you said and dropped a kiss on his cheek. You kissed your Gran too, smiling at her. “Gran, I can see Gramps’ treating you well,” you teased.

“Oh, stop teasing, Y/N,” your grandmother said good-naturedly before giving you another tight squeeze. She always smelt of peppermint, much more during the holidays because of her love of adding it to her hot drinks.

“Who’s the fella? Where do you think he parked his U-boat?” Your gramps asked as you pulled away.

“Gramps!” You let out, surprised. “Oh, my god! Please be on your best behavior!”

Your grandmother tittered. “Is that your boyfriend? Oh, he’s so handsome!”

Gramps harrumphed, looking at Richard with a set look in his eyes. “It’s not that cold here in Vermont.”

You looked over to your boyfriend, finding him handsome in his white turtleneck, navy slacks and his brown Chelsea boots. He had on a wool coat to stave off the wintry chill of the state. You turned back to your grandfather and gave him a wry look.

“Gramps, we live in Los Angeles. It’s definitely colder here in Vermont.” You pulled back from your grandparents and looked at them sternly. “If you love me, please behave. He’s nervous to meet you.”

Gramps only nodded, still looking at your boyfriend. You smiled gently at them before going back to Richard.

“Ready?” You asked as you intertwined your fingers with his.

He huffed. “Yes.” He nodded. “Ready.”

You kissed his cheek. “Stop acting like you’re going to be slaughtered, love. These are my grandparents.”

“All the more reason for me to be anxious,” he said as he squeezed your hand. “But let’s get on with it. I don’t want them getting the wrong impression of me.”

You smiled. “Okay, Prince Charming. Let’s go.”

Richard’s hands were cold in yours and you knew it wasn’t because of the weather. You had told him before how much your grandparents’ admiration and love meant to you and it somehow bled onto him that he wanted to get their seal of approval in dating you. If it meant him being nit-picked for everything he did, he would gladly take it as long as in the end, they approved him for you. That was how much he loved you.

You smiled at your grandparents as you stopped before them, only now realizing that you were nervous as well. This was Richard, the love of your life, meeting the other loves of your life. You hoped to all that was holy that they got along.

“Gramps, Gran, this is my boyfriend, Richard,” you said with a smile. “Love, my grandparents.”

Your grandmother wasted no time in hugging him, engulfing his tall frame in as much as she could in her small one. “You are as handsome as the photos Y/N had been sending us!”

Richard chuckled graciously, returning your grandmother’s hug. “Thank you, Mrs. L/N.”

“Oh, please,” your gran admonished as she pulled away. “It’s gran to you now as well.” She patted his cheek and smiled softly.

“Gramps? Got anything to say to Richard?” you asked carefully. He had been watching your boyfriend as if gauging him and sizing him up—or down.

Richard took his spot beside you, holding your hand in his and squeezing it. His nerves were contagious.

“Let’s come inside,” was all he said.

When he and gran had gone in ahead of you, you blew out a sigh and turned to Richard. He was looking at you, a bit apprehensive.

“I don’t think your grandfather likes me.”

You squeezed his hand and reached up to dust the smattering of snow from his hair.

“He is my father’s father,” you teased and in a surprising turn of events, he missed the joke in your voice.

He regarded you with a comically stricken look on his face and as much as you wanted to laugh, your heart clenched at the sight of it. He was nervous and you were being unsupportive. Bad Y/N. Bad girlfriend.

“Oh, love. I’m sorry. I was joking.” You went up to your toes and hugged him. “He’s way better than my father, Richard. Really. He’s just playing with you.”

You felt him bury his face on your neck, hugging you close to him. “I just want them to like me for you.”

Oh. Well, you weren’t expecting him to admit that. You only had a hunch as to why he was nervous but you did not think you would end up right.

“And they like you. I know my grandparents, love. Gramps is just trying to lighten the mood.” You pulled away but kept your hands on his arms. “Did you know what he asked me when you went down from the car? He asked me where you parked the U-boat.”

And with that, he chuckled. You loved the sound of his laugh and how his face scrunched when he did so.

“You do know you chose this jumper for me, love.” He took your hand in his and followed you towards the house.

“I know and I feel bad. We should have settled for the navy one since that was also a good look on you.”

You entered your grandparents’ charming old house and smiled at the rush of warm air that met you. There was fire burning in the fireplace directly at the opposite side of the door and the TV mounted on the wall was blaring on a weather forecast. The piano sat on the other end of the living room, your latest photo with Richard at the forefront of the frames that were on top of it. Your sister was helping your grandmother in the kitchen on the left side of the house and your parents were probably somewhere upstairs, changing into something more comfortable other than their thick outer garments and heavy boots. You removed your coat and bonnet, placing it on one of the hooks by the door and removed your boots, opting for one of the house moccasins. You got your boyfriend a pair and helped him out of his coat.

“Y/N, I’m sure your boyfriend can do that himself,” said gramps as he came down the stairs.

“I’m sure you can do it yourself too but you let gran help you,” you countered sweetly.

One point for you, no points for gramps.

You heard your grandmother chuckle from the kitchen and she gave you a little wink. You went over to them, watching from the counter as Y/S/N helped out in preparing the potatoes.

“Your boyfriend can cook?” gramps asked you as he entered the kitchen. He dropped a kiss to your gran’s cheek.

“Yep,” you said, popping the P. “We just had pasta the other day, made pesto sauce from scratch.”

Richard stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He kissed the back of your head. You rubbed at his arm and smiled at them.

“Gramps, can you please check if the water’s boiling?” Your sister asked as she prepared more of the vegetables.

Gramps walked over to the pot of boiling water and made a sign of the cross over it. “R.I.P. boiling water. You will be mist.”

Richard snorted from the back of your head and you held in your laugh. Your Gran only shook her head, definitely used to your Gramps’ corny jokes by now. Gramps, however, turned to the both of you with a raised eyebrow.

“Did you say something?” He specifically asked your boyfriend.

“No, sir.” Richard replied sincerely.

“I heard you say something.”

“I didn’t say anything, sir.”

“You didn’t like the joke?” He took the vegetables from your sister and dumped them in the pot.

“Never said I didn’t, sir.”

You squeezed Richard’s bicep. He kissed the back of your head in return.

“You’re an actor, aren’t you? Anything we’ve ever seen before? Braveheart, maybe?” Gramps looked at the both of you.

“He would have been about seven or eight when they filmed Braveheart, Gramps,” you drawled with a roll of your eyes. “He’s in Bodyguard.”

“The Whitney Houston movie?”

“Not The Bodyguard, Gramps,” your sister piped in from beside him. “Just Bodyguard. It’s on Netflix. I told gran all about it.”

“Oh, yes.” Your Gran looked at all of you with a smile. “He was very good. Are they making a second season?”

“I’m legally not allowed to say things about any of my shows,” Richard said. “But all I can say is I’m flying to and from London with talks for a potential second season, Gran.”

Your grandmother clapped her hands in delight. “Oh, good! Your Gramps won’t admit it but he loves the show. We tried guessing who it was and we still didn’t get it! Good show!”

You patted at your boyfriend’s arm and smiled. “Anything you want to add, Gramps?” You were enjoying baiting your grandfather.

Two points for you. Zero for gramps. This was fun.

“Nothing, nothing.” Your Gramps said. He neared you and he looked a bit distracted. “Although, I did call the tinnitus hotline once…”

You frowned and turned serious. They were getting old and you had been monitoring them from afar. Based from the laboratory results they’ve been sending you, they looked fine and at the pink of health. There shouldn’t have been any reason to call the tinnitus hotline.

“Yes…?” You looked at him worriedly.

“It just kept ringing.”

The snort that came out of Richard (again) was involuntary and it was only then that you realized your Gramps was joking. Gran laughed and clapped, as did your sister.

“Oh, that’s a good one, honey,” Gran said as she wiped a tear from her eye.

“Way to go, Gramps!” Y/S/N exclaimed with a laugh.

You only huffed. “That wasn’t funny, Gramps. I got worried for you for a sec.”

He patted your cheek affectionately. “Loosen up, kid. Even your boyfriend knows how to have fun.”

You pouted. “I know how to have fun,” you said, childish.

“Y/N, I can tell when a person is lying just by looking at them.” He told you in a grave voice. “I can also tell when a person is standing up.”

Your whole body shook and it wasn’t because you were laughing but because Richard was. He leaned his head on your shoulder and laughed, never minding the fact that he was nervous just a few minutes back.

“Gramps!” You stomped your foot. You didn’t enjoy being the butt of the joke. Usually with you two, Y/S/N was your unwilling victim. Oh, how the tables have turned.

“You must be part-Hawaiian. Do you know why? Because you got a quiet Hawaiian laugh. Aloha.”

Your boyfriend clutched you again, laughing harder. “A low—A low—A low ha—” He wheezed out the last syllable as he chortled.

Y/N: Two. Gramps: Two thousand. You’re on the losing end, loser.

You crossed your arms. Your boyfriend was clutching on you for his dear life, laughing like he inhaled a ton of laughing gas while you were unamused. You wanted to be in on the fun, not be the fun.

“C’mon, love. That was a funny joke,” Richard said once he recovered. He placed a kiss on your clothed shoulder and looked at your Gramps. “It was a good joke, sir.”

Gramps waved a hand away. “Call me Gramps. You’ve earned it.”

Christmas eve dinner went by without any problem. You have all told stories about the past year, you more so since you had one of the biggest changes in almost everything in your life, and everyone listened intently to you. Your grandparents were verbal about them being proud of you that you almost wept. You loved them so much and hearing their validation was like a balm to your soul. You also told them the truth about how you and Richard came to be together, starting from your accidentally sending them an edited photo of you and him, instead of the one with Jason.

“That Jason fella won’t survive in this family,” Gramps had said. “Richard would. He survived my puns.”

“Only because Y/N told me a pun on our first date, Gramps,” your boyfriend had replied as he refilled the potatoes on your plate.

You then ended up telling them that you had finally moved in with Richard. You remembered hearing them tell people that moving in with other people, especially when unmarried, is taboo but it didn’t seem like it mattered to them. They want you to be finally be happy, you thought to yourself.

The night wore on with more stories and bad puns. You finally had an input (What do you call a boomerang that doesn’t come back? A stick.) and you were pretty sure you were still the butt of the joke because no one laughed even if it was absolutely funny. They laughed at your boyfriend’s bad one (How can you tell a male ant from a female ant? If it sinks, it’s a girl ant. If it floats, it’s buoyant.) like it was the funniest thing in the world. Although you had to admit to yourself, it was a pretty good joke.

But it was what your grandfather had told Richard that made your Christmas. As everyone was readying for bed, you saw them talk in the hallway and listened to their quiet voices. You didn’t catch everything they said but you remembered the only that mattered the most.

Gramps had shaken Richard’s hand before pulling him into a hug, telling him in the most tender of voices you’ve ever heard him speak.

“Welcome to the family, kid.”

[mischievoushiddleston]

Soo, I'm almost through with the request, so I'll open it again and you'll have the chance to tell me your idea, but please follow the rules and don't give an idea I've already written.

Request Rules:

- No Anonymous (If you don't want me to publish your name, let me know).

-Only one request per user. After the one-shot is published, you have to wait one week to send a new request!

-Only requests for one-shots, no second parts. (I always vote for a one-shot that gets a FF).

Things I won't write about:

- M / M

- F / F

- Sub Tom Hiddleston/Oscar Isaac/Sebastian Stan/Richard Madden or their characters.

-Song Fics

There are no taboos for me and any taboo is welcome, however I do take the liberty to reject a taboo at times should it cross my boundaries after all.

Threesomes are also welcome, so M/F/M, but only with Sebastian Stan, Richard Madden, Oscar Isaac and Tom Hiddleston, I will not write for other actors.

Actors and character I write about:

Tom Hiddleston [Thomas Sharpe, Jonathan Pine, James Conrad, Thomas Hiddleston Jaguar British Villians, Will Ransome and of course Loki], Oscar Isaac [Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley (Moon Knight), Leto Atreides (Dune), Peter Malkin (Operation Finale), Santiago Garcia (Triple Frontier), Mikael Boghosian (The Promise), Rydal Keener (Two Faces of January), Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)], Sebastian Stan [Bucky Barnes, Nick Fowler] and Richard Madden [David Budd (Bodyguard) and Ikaris (Marvel)].

All love

MischievousHiddleston

[luna-writes-stuff]

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When sending a request: please specify in which pronouns to write! If it’s not stated, I will use genderneutral they/them pronouns! I will determine by myself whether I want to write a fic about it or simple headcanons. You must understand writing an actual fanfic takes up a lot of time, so I don't always feel like writing them. I can't promise you anything. It truly depends on my mood.

Make sure to send a prompt as well or I will discard your request!

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MCU:

-Loki -Bucky Barnes -Valkyrie/Brunnhilde -Steve Rogers -Shang-Chi/Shangqi -Captain Marvel/Carol Danvers

X-Men:

-Logan Howlett/Wolverine -Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver

Grishaverse:

-Jesper Fahey -Kaz Brekker -Inej Ghafa -Nina Zenik

Riordanverse:

-Leo Valdez -Percy Jackson -Annabeth Chase -Lester Papadopoulos

Tolkien:

-Kili -Fili -Thorin -Aragorn -Éowyn (my wife deserves some love too) -Frodo -Bilbo

Star Wars:

-Leia Organa -Lando Calrissian (both of them) -Ahsoka Tano (also, both of them) -Din Djarin/The Mandalorian -Obi-Wan Kenobi

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-Aidan Turner -Richard Madden -Brie Larson

The Community:

-Abed Nadir -Annie Addison

Umbrella Academy:

-Klaus Hargreeves -Allison Hargreeves -Ben Hargreeves

I prefer not to write for other characters, as I know these chosen characters better, which makes it easier for me to write. Yes, somtimes there are characters in my masterlist that are not in this list. If that's the case, I removed them for the time being because I don't feel like writing for them at the moment. Very sorry in case you wanted to send something for that character!

I do not write:

-Smut (pls you do not want to read that from me, it’s so bad. I’m only saving your soul-) -Anything that counts as discrimination (racism, sexism, ableism, “my religion is better than yours”, homophobia, transphobia etc.)

I do write:

-literally anything else??? -wlw, mlm, anything gay really -Any pronouns, gender, sexual orientation

[darkeunology]

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Characters I write for:

Harry Potter

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Sirius Black

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James Potter

Poly Marauders

Poly Wolfstar

Maze Runner

Newt

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Richard Madden

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Taron Egerton

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Ben Hardy

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Joe Mazzello

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Gwilym Lee

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Divergent

Eric Coulter

Baldur's Gate 3

Astarion

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911

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Bobby Nash

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I do not write about suicide as this is a triggering topic for me, however I will write things that mention mental health. I don't write about eating disorders, heavy gore. If you have a question about if I will write something, please message me or leave an ask in my inbox.

Do I write dark fics?

Yes! I am beginning to write darker fics (noncon, dubcon, stepcest etc.) I am perfectly fine writing anything dark. Please only read these fics if you are 18+, they will all be properly warned and tagged. You are responsible for your own media consumption!!

[fightmewiatch]

DRABBLES: Open!

Prompt List: Here!

Characters:

Marvel (not Guardians of the Galaxy)

Sebastian Stan (anything but Devil All The Time)

Teen Wolf

Kingsman (Secret Service and Golden Circle)

Richard Madden (Bodyguard, and Ibiza)

Leverage

The Librarians

Criminal Minds

Rules: Please send me a specific character & a number from the Prompt List for me to write out. 

Drabbles are now open until Saturday, December 12, at approximately noon (time may vary depending on how many requests I get between now and then). 

Hit me!

[rocketmanmadden]

“Feel good love?”

Requested by Anon

Can u please do an intricate 18+ Richard Madden x reader fanfiction in a bathtub

Warnings- all smut, literally nothing but sex, sex, and more sex

You’re settling into your bathtub, legs resting over Richards, sitting just inches away from him in it, as he begins running his finger up and down over your leg.

“Your face is a little flushed over there, the water to warm?” Richard smirks, pulling your legs farther over his and pulling you into his lap, now revealing the bare top half of you. “How do you expect me not to be hot when you were sitting naked right in front of me? You’re gonna get me more worked up now that I’m on your lap” you bite your lip as he brings a hand up to cup your breast, as you begin feeling him get hard under where you are sitting

“You’re getting worked up? You have your tits in my face and you’re sitting on my cock. I mean, we’re already naked and you’re heated up- what’s the point of trying to cool off now?” He says rubbing his finger over your nipple, pinching and twisting it.

“Well I guess there is no point” you smirk at him before leaning into his lips and kissing him, him quickly attaching his lips back and making his hand down to your backside to grip your ass.

Your slow, passionate makeout session quickly turned into an aggressive attack. Tongues, lips, and hands everywhere, the only time it stopped was to take a few seconds to breathe. You would go at it with your mouths for a few minutes as he gripped your breasts and you gripped his back, digging your nails into him, he proceeded to attack your neck and breasts with his mouth.

He was biting and sucking at the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving plenty of hickies before he moved down more and licked up your nipple sending a chill down your body, then taking it in his mouth and sucking at it causing you to release a moan from your mouth as he flicks his tongue over the nub.

He pulls away and begins massaging both of your breasts with his hands, “you make such pretty noises babygirl, wonder what you’re gonna sound like once I’m inside you”, he says before placing kisses on your chests. “Get inside me and you’ll find out” you whisper against his lips as he runs his tongue and licks over yours. “I think I might just have to do that” he winks and slaps your ass motioning for you to move. “Sit up for sec love”

You move up and hover over him in a straddle as he positions himself better for you to get onto him. He groans as he takes his cock into his hand, stroking it up and down under the warm water before cocking an eyebrow and speaking a “you ready?” To which you quickly nod and begin lowering yourself down onto him, using your wetness that is already there and the warm water as a lubricant.

He stretches you out as you continue to take him all in, sitting on his cock for a minute lowly moaning as you get all of him inside, trying to adjust to his size. He gives you a minute before he slowly thrusts his hips up into you to start off easy and get fully adjusted until he finally picks up the pace and moves at a moderate speed.

He grips your hips, your ass, and literally any body part he can get a hold off as the wetness on your body from the water is preventing his hands from getting a good grip. You call out all sorts of dirty things while you moan and whimper as slaps your ass while you tug on his hair as he continues to pound into you.

He brings one hand down from your ass to the front of you to rub your clit, quickly rubbing as he groans at your nails now scratching at his shoulders.

“R-Richard fuck” you moan out as you feel yourself start clenching around him as he plays with your clit and slaps your ass, never stopping slamming into you.

“Cum whenever you want babygirl” he pants out. “Gonna hold off for now, wanna do a different position o-once you cum” he speaks in between breaths and deep groans.

With that being said, you keep one hand dug into his shoulder and bring the other to pull on his hair as you tightly hold him and let yourself go.

You moan, whimper, and pant many “Richards” and “fucks” as you begin to clench and your thighs begin to shake around him while he keeps thrusting and praises you with “you’re so good baby, so hot, love it when your thighs shake like that for me”

He gives you a second to ride out your orgasm and begins slowing his thrusts before slapping your ass and saying “stand up”

You quickly do as he says and get up, as he does the same. He spins you around and pushes you against the wall of the shower, standing behind you so you can feel his hardness against you ass cheek, giving your ass a slap and taking the detachable shower head in his hand. “This is gonna make you feel so good baby” he whispers into your ear and nips at the lobe.

He slides himself back into you and begins fucking you from behind, wrapping one arm around the front of you to make sure you don’t fall, the other hand holding the shower head, now running with water.

“Feel good love?” He sexily whispers in your ear

If him pounding you from behind didn’t make you a moaning mess and feel good enough already, him placing the shower head onto you clit sure did, good enough making you gasp a “fuck Rich!”

“I told you that’d feel amazing” he says before burying his head into your neck and sucking your skin while he pounds you. “You’re s-so fucking wet I’m starting to slip out of you b-abe” his breathy moan turns into a chuckle as he readjusts himself back into you but all you can do is moan out an “uh-huh” for your brain can’t form a sentence with all the pleasure it’s feeling

You’re body starts to slowly shake again as you feel your second orgasm approaching, causing you to almost lose balance and slip before Richard wraps his arm tighter around you. “I got you love, don’t worry” he pants. “I’m g-getting close princess, all that clenching you’re doing around my cock doesn’t make me last long, that’s for sure” he laughs before asking a question he already knows the answer to. “You close babygirl?”

All you could respond to that is a long, moaned out “oh yes” as you were already trying to hold back your orgasm. “Cum for me darling, go first and clench as hard as you fucking can, I’m gonna cum so hard inside you” he growls in your ear

You did exactly what he said, you let the knot in your stomach go and clenched tightly around him as your second orgasm hit you, moaning out his name before he finally slammed into you one last time, harshly pushing you against the wall as he releases every drop of cum deep into you before letting you both come down from your high and pulling out.

He looks down at your leg to see some of his seed running down it that has dropped out of you before running his finger along your inner thigh and placing in your mouth to taste him. “You taste so good” you smirk at him after sucking the cum off his finger. “And you look so beautiful” he says before leaning in and placing a kiss to your lips.

”If there’s one thing I know for sure, I think I’m gonna need another bath after this” you giggle. “I think that can be arranged” Richard winks before draining the now cooler water and beginning to refill the tub.

[stateofloveandnegan]

Eighteen Years I - Richard Madden

Requested by: no one

Part one / Part two

“Stop trying, Madden! She’s too pretty for you.” some of the idiots at school yell at Richard. I scoff and shake my head at their words. “Shut up, Graham. I’d much rather spend my time with him, than with you.”

I can tell that it hurts Richard, those guys always know how to get to him, and it pains me to see Richard like this. I take his hand in mine and gently squeeze it. “C’mon, Rich. Let’s go to your place?”

Richard manages a weak smile and nods. I keep Richard’s hand in mine, liking the feeling too much to let go. No one knows, but I’ve always secretly had a thing for him. No, he isn’t the most good-looking guy at school, but I definitely don’t need a guy who’s good-looking, if he is like Graham and his lot. Richard is sweet, talented, helpful, and in my eyes perfect. He’s adorable as well. But, he’s my best friend, and for some reason I’m scared to tell him how I feel.

“(Y/N), why are you friends with me?”

Here we go again. I sigh softly, we’ve just reached Richard’s house. I tighten my grip on his hand a little as I walk into his garden, leading him to the bench underneath the small tree. “Sit down, Rich.” I say gently and sit down myself.

When Richard sits down next to me, I take both his hands in mine, my eyes searching for his. “I’ve told you this a thousand times, but I’ll keep telling you if you need the reassurance. I’m friends with you because you, Richard, are the sweetest guy I know. You are so kind to people, even though they don’t always deserve it. You always know how to cheer me, or anyone, if in a bad mood. You’re never rude, you never even raise your voice, and if you do, it is for good reason. Please don’t let that idiot called Graham and his friends get to you, they’re definitely not worth it.”

Richard sighs softly, but a genuine smile enters his face and he squeezes my hands softly, “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, silly. I’m happy to tell you those things.” I smile and let go of his hands, only to open my arms, “Give me a hug.”

Richard starts laughing softly and wraps his arms around me, “How about we go and make those cookies now?” He suggests and within minutes, we’re in the kitchen.

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Richard thinks back to that day, it’s a memory he’ll always keep close to him. The way (Y/N) always managed to make him feel happy and loved, even though stupid guys like Graham tried to bring him down as much as they could.

He wonders how she’s doing now. It’s been almost eighteen years since he’s spoken to her. The fact that he had to move still bothers him, if only he’d tried to stay in contact with her… but back then, all that was on his mind was the stupid moving, and he failed in keeping his best friend.

“(Y/N) (L/N),” Richard mumbles to himself, “maybe she has Instagram?” He takes his phone out of his pocket and goes to the app, opening it and typing her name in the search bar. He scrolls through some accounts, but can’t find her at first. He isn’t even sure if he’d recognize her.

That is, until he opens someone’s profile and his heart does a weird little jump; it’s her. His thumb immediately goes for the follow button, but something stops him. “What if she doesn’t want to know me anymore?” goes through his head. He sighs and thinks about it for a while, but eventually decides he should just do it and clicks on the button, he’s now following her.

The rest of the day goes by pretty slowly for Richard, he doesn’t have much to do. It’s already pretty late when he’s making dinner, just some simple spaghetti, but still delicious. He’s sat at the table by himself, eating his spaghetti with some music gently playing in the background. Suddenly, his phone buzzes and when he unlocks it, it says that (Y/N) has followed him back.

A smile immediately enters his face and he goes straight to the app. Without really thinking about it, Richard opens the Direct Messages section and enters (Y/N)’s name, opening a chat with her and sending her a message.

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@maddenrichard

Hey (Y/N).

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As soon as he sends the message, he feels stupid. “I should’ve come up with something better than that….” But, before he can delete it and send something else, she’s already typing her reply.

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@(Y/N)(L/N)

Hey Richard.

This is a surprise.

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Richard feels rather bad for taking eighteen years to do this, a lump forming in his throat as he reads her second message.

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@maddenrichard

I can imagine it is.

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Before he can send something else, (Y/N) beats him to it.

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@(Y/N)(L/N)

To what do I owe this message?

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He sighs, not really having a good excuse for it, he just missed her. He’s always missed her, but never had the courage to contact her. And now that he has contacted her, he feels incredibly stupid.

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@maddenrichard

Truth be told, I was wondering how you were doing.

It’s been a really long time, I know.

And I’m sorry for that.

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I look at the message on my phone. When Richard sent me a follow request earlier, I kind of freaked out. We used to be best friends, but I’ve also not seen, or talked to him, for very long.

Richard has become a well-known actor, I never expected him to still know about me, let alone send me a message like this.

I realise it’s been a couple minutes since he sent his last message, so I quickly type something. I’m not sure if it’s a good idea, but I figure it couldn’t hurt anyone.

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@(Y/N)(L/N)

It has, yes.

What do you say about me giving you my number?

We could catch up on the phone, if you’d like.

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The dots on my phone, telling me Richard is typing, make me quite nervous. Maybe he realises he made a mistake by texting me…

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@maddenrichard

That sounds like a good idea :)

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I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding and quickly send Richard the digits of my number. It doesn’t make me any less nervous, though.

After Richard moved away, I’ve always felt an empty spot in my heart. It was only after he left that I realised my feelings for him weren’t just some feelings, I was in love with him. Deeply, at that. It took a while, but they eventually left my mind. But every time I see him, it still does something to me. I don’t know how he does it, I never knew someone could have this much of an effect on a person.

I almost jump up from my seat on the couch when my phone starts ringing. I completely forgot that Richard would call me. My hand shakes a little as I press ‘accept’ and bring it up to my ear.

“(Y/N)?” a gruff voice asks hesitantly. My heart skips a beat or two at how good and grown up he sounds. I swallow quickly before speaking up myself. “Hey Rich.”

I can hear Richard releasing a deep breath, “It’s really nice to hear your voice again.”

“I could say the same about you, but I must admit I probably wouldn’t have guessed it was you if I didn’t know.” I say with a soft chuckle. Richard chuckles as well, a sound that weakens my knees. Gosh, it’s as if no time ever went by and my feelings are still very much alive.

“How are you?” his voice asks very softly, as if something will break if he speaks any louder. I think about all that’s been going on and am not quite sure if I should just tell him I’m alright, or if I should tell him the truth.

I decide to tell him the truth, it would feel wrong if I lied to him. “I’ve been better, if I’m honest. I’ve just been really stressed lately. But it’s nothing I can’t handle, and things will get better soon, I’m sure.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. But I’m sure things will get better as well.” I can just see the sweet and caring smile on his face as he says this. He’s never been one to pry, but he’s always known exactly what to say. “I know we’re practically strangers to each other now, but if you need to talk or just need someone, I’m here.”

There it is. My smile grows fondly, “Thank you so much, Rich. That means a lot to me. How have you been, though?”

Richard sighs softly, “I’ve been well. Been thinking about you a lot.” He scrapes his throat before he continues, “I’m sorry I disappeared like that, (Y/N). You certainly didn’t deserve that. I’ve been wanting to contact you for years, but frankly I always chickened out.”

The fact that Richard is so honest with me, melts my heart. It’s been the same for me, though. I’ve always wanted to get back in contact with him, but I always figured he’d forgotten about me.

“It’s alright, Rich. I’m really happy you did it tonight, I’ve missed having you as a friend.” I smile and I’m sure Richard can hear that in my tone. “I would like to see you again, though.”

Richard’s heart skips a beat as he hears me say that, “Me, too. Where do you live now?”

“I’ve recently moved to Oxford, I’m a teacher at the University.” I tell, a hint of pride in my words. I’ve worked very hard to get where I’m at right now.

“I can come to Oxford tomorrow, if you’re free, of course.” Richard offers and I smile, nodding. When I realise Richard can’t see me, I quickly tell him that I’m free and that I’d like that. “We could have lunch at my favourite restaurant.”

He chuckles, again weakening my knees, “I’ll be there at twelve.”

“Sounds good. Now, as much as I’d like to stay and talk to you, I really need to prepare some classes for next week.” I say, disappointing myself, but if I’m going out tomorrow, I’ll have to do it today, otherwise I won’t have enough time for it.

“That’s alright, (Y/N). I’m really glad to have talked to you for a bit. We can talk all we want tomorrow, yeah?” Richard says sweetly and I agree with him. We bid each other a good night and Richard wishes me luck before we hang up.

I let out a deep sigh, not really believing I really just spoke to my childhood best friend, who I’ve missed so dearly for all those years.

The next morning, I wake up feeling very rested. A smile enters my face when I think about what’ll happen today: I’m gonna have lunch with Richard.

I get out of bed and gather some clothes for the day before going into the bathroom. I take a nice, rather long shower before getting ready for the day. Once I’m dressed and ready, I go downstairs and make myself some breakfast. Nothing too big, because I don’t want to feel full later when I’m with Richard.

Time flies and before I know it, I’m making my way to the train station. Richard and I decided to meet up there, his train will arrive in about ten minutes, so I’m a little early. But I’m rather early than late.

As closer I get, the more nervous I get. Why? I’m not even sure, it’s probably because those feelings I once had for him, are still somewhere inside me. I’m so curious as to what he’s like now. From what I’ve seen on the news, he’s grown very handsome. He did tell me he’s wearing a hoodie and some shades so he won’t get recognized.

Once we’ll be in the restaurant, he can take them off, not a lot of people know about it, since it’s very small. I take my phone out of my pocket to kill some time, and I can’t help myself when I open Instagram and go through Richard’s photos.

Damn, he’s grown reallygood-looking. I can feel my cheeks heat up a little, so I quickly close the app and put my phone away. I can see the train arriving at the platform, a smile growing on my face as the doors open and a couple minutes later, Richard steps out. He looks around for a moment and when his eyes land on me, I send him a little wave, smiling brightly.

A big smile enters Richard’s face and he quickly makes his was to me, placing the bag he’s holding on the ground once he’s made it. “Hey,”

“Hey.” I say back, still smiling big. Richard and I just look at each other for a minute or two before he wraps his arms around me and hugs me tightly. “It’s so good to see you.”

I chuckle and wrap my arms tightly around him, inhaling his scent, which is delicious. “I’ve really missed you.”

A couple minutes later, we break apart and yet again, smile at each other. “C’mon, let’s go to the restaurant.”

Richard grabs his bag and nods. We start walking and as we do so, I still can’t believe it’s really him. After almost nineteen years he’s here.

After a short walk, we reach the restaurant. I take Richard to a table in the back, so we can have lunch without getting disturbed. Richard smiles and sets his bag down before taking his sunglasses and hoodie off. It’s only then that I notice his bright blue eyes. He’s always had beautiful eyes, but they weren’t this piercing when we were young.

“Hold up,” Richard says with a boyish smile on his face. He quickly makes his way behind my chair and holds it back for me, I laugh softly, “And they say chivalry is dead.” I tease, to which Richard laughs and when I’m sat, he joins me at the table, sitting down across from me.

One of the waiters comes by and takes our order for the drink, handing us the menus before he leaves again. I look down at the menu, but am unable to concentrate as I feel Richard’s eyes on me. I look up at him and he smiles sweetly at me. “You look amazing, (Y/N).”

A light blush creeps onto my face, “Thank you, Rich.” My eyes are stuck on his for a moment, “You look very nice yourself.”

Richard smiles as well and eventually picks up the menu laid down before him on the table. “What do you suggest?” he peaks an eye at me and I smile at him before looking down at my own menu. “If I remember correctly, you always used to love a good beef burger. Let me tell you, they serve the best burgers here.”

“A good burger does sound delicious.” Richard grins and puts away the menu, “What are you going to take?”

I put my menu away as well and grin back at him, “I guess it’ll be two burgers for this table.”

A waitress comes by with our drinks and takes the order, smiling at the both of us. “You’re Richard Madden.” she speaks softly to Richard, as if not to be rude. Richard smiles kindly and nods. “I hope you’ll enjoy the food, have a nice day, you two.” She says very sweetly, sending me one last smile before going back to the bar.

“I take it not all of them are as kind as she was?” I say with a soft chuckle and Richard shakes his head, laughing. “No, she was an exception.” He’s silent for a moment, studying my face before speaking up again. “Don’t you feel weird? Sitting here with me?”

I raise my brows a little at his question, shaking my head. “No, not at all. I know you’ve become well-known worldwide, but to me you’re still Richard, the boy that used to be my very best friend when we were young teens.”

Richard smiles at my answer. “Is it weird to you?” He shakes his head, “No. It feels really nice to be here. I’m really glad I finally had the guts to message you yesterday. If I hadn’t, I probably would’ve been sulking about it the entire time.”

I laugh softly at his statement and so does Richard. Lunch goes by much too fast, we talk pretty much the entire time, both enjoying our burgers very much. After lunch, I feel slightly sad, I don’t want this to end yet. I’m having such a great time and I’m so happy to be back in touch with Richard.

“(Y/N)?” Richard speaks up as we’re walking back to the station. I look up at him, “Yeah?”

It looks as though he’s gathering some sort of confidence before he speaks again, “I would like to take you out for dinner tomorrow evening. What do you say?”

A smile enters my face and I smile lovingly at him, “I’d love that, Rich.”

He smiles and lets out a small sigh when he notices we’ve reached the station. “It’s leaving in a couple of minutes. I guess I should get going now.”

“Yeah,” I say, a tone of sadness in my voice. “make sure you get home safely. We’ll be in contact about tomorrow. You’ve got my number.”

Richard smiles and nods. He leans down and presses a soft, sweet kiss on my cheek. “You get home safe as well. I’ll text you when I’m home. I had a great time today.”

The feeling of his lips on my cheek causes my cheeks to turn slightly red and I wrap my arms around him in a short hug, “See you tomorrow, Rich.”

He smiles and hugs me back, kissing the top of my head before walking towards the train and getting in. “See you tomorrow.” He adds before disappearing inside.

[bluebirdwrites]

falcon; dg

> story of her i*

warnings; language? i think that’s it. fem!reader too, if that's a warning

authors note; had to rewrite this after tumblr glitched out lol, hopefully you enjoy (; btw, check my prompt lists, and maybe send some requests if you’d be so kind haha <3 — birdie

Life was a knife’s edge. A precarious tittering balancing act of ‘will we, wont we’ for the little people that could. Life was invigorating and maddening all in one. Your life was sprawling. Distant memories from a past life like a constant pull on your brain, whilst others consumed you wholly and solely until you knew of nothing else but flight.

Life and Flight were much the same in the sense of the feeling of exhilaration whilst there were no barriers, no social constructs. Nothing and everything all at once. It anchored you to consciousness and it anchored you to awareness. But flight was, after all, finite.

The incessance of nagging however, seemed to be beyond the comprehension of infinite, in your household anyway. With or without your agreement it only seemed to get worse with every new person, death, close call or injury. As the oldest it was your job to worry about everyone, sometimes it just didn't occur to you how much that they worried in return.

“Falcon, do you have eyes on the shipment?” She took a deep breath, sucking the air between clenched teeth.

“Affirmative Agent A,” she shifted from foot to foot, readying herself “Ill see you on the other side. Before you even say it, yes I know my chances. I know this is fuckin’ suicidal, but it needs to be done. Don’t tell anyone until I give the signal. Please. I’d like to keep the injuries to just me on this one. Falcon out.”

A reluctant confirmation was heard before the commlink was muted. 

She was a wild thing, she knew that. She was overprotective too, that she would also gladly admit. With reluctance, she would also admit that she was reckless at times. Stubborn and self-sacrificing. She was an angry creature too. It constantly licked at her conscience, it powered her wilful and it made her strong.

She shimmied through the hole that she’d created in the top of the shipping container, landing silently on the shoulders of a guard below. He struggled for a minute before he dropped to the ground, unconscious.

“Hell, maybe take me out for dinner first before putting your head between my thighs, it would have worked better,” she rolled her eyes, sucking in her cheeks. Now that one was knocked out she’d have to work quickly. She had her work cut out for her. 

She soon found herself surrounded by swarms of thugs with knives, fists, guns and tasers; anything that they could get their hands on really. She considered calling her family, she really did. But where was the fun in that.

She took them down in droves, but they kept on coming. For every one she knocked down, two more seemed to come in their place. By the time she called for backup, she had a gash down her side that was bleeding pretty heavy, and she had many more holes in her skin that weren’t supposed to be there.

“I wonder if he’ll try and ground me this time,” she kicked a thugs gun away and slammed him into a wall. “What the fuck possesses me to be such a basket case?” 

When her side decided that it would make her dizzy, she retreated to the high ground. Pulling out her comm and pressing the button three times, she wrapped her side and prepared to jump back into the fray.

After another ten minutes there were around five thugs left, they managed to finally incapacitate her. Two guys held her up whilst the other three questioned her. 

“You look pretty bloodied up there sweetheart. I hear you’re quite the looker, shame we had to mess up that pretty face of yours.” The thug stuck his finger into her wounded side.

“Wow, nice to know I have your approval,” she spat in the thugs face, smirking as blood and spit splattered on his cheeks and dripped down her chin. “Do your worst buddy, I’m a big girl I can take it.”

One minute, she was getting kicked on the ground, the next she was seeing flashes of bats, birds and gunslingers. The last guy to go down went down with a thud, hitting the ground probably harder than he should have. It hurt to breathe but she couldn't let them see how hurt she really was, although the gash in her side said otherwise.

Forcing herself upwards she looked toward the bat with a wince. She was in so much trouble.

“Good job guys,” She took a deep breath holding her side. “You really helped me out there. Now, if it’s no trouble, I’m just going to head back to my apartment. Okay? Okay.”

She was immediately stopped by a flash of green grabbing her arm as she attempted to stand. With a glare identical to his fathers, Damien tugged her arm over his shoulder immediately tugging her to stand.

“Grayson, I am aware that you have a death wish, but this is not the time. You are coming back to the cave, stop being idiotic.” He motioned to Jason and Dick to take his place whilst himself and Tim dealt with the clean-up job. Jason sauntered over, slinging her arm over his shoulder whilst Dick jerkily did the same on the other side.

They were both worried, how she hadn't bled out and died they were shocked. But neither questioned it as they hurried to get their sister safely back to the cave, alive preferably.

Now that she was back at the cave she let Alfred take care of her whilst Dick hovered. The gash in her side required many stitches, so did the two bullet holes. She was off duty for a few months, and everyone knew she would only keep going this way. 

“Don’t glare at me Richard. And before you start getting all mushy on me, go upstairs and distract Jason before he comes down here to frog march me,” she scowled meaningfully puffing our a breath of air. “I love you too and I’m just wound up, I’ll be up soon okay?”

He nodded and began walking upstairs, knowing he and their brothers would tag team her later. That- and Tim was waiting to speak to her, so he’d leave them alone sibling to sibling. And they’d have their own conversation when they’d both calmed later.

“You keep making us think that we’ll lose you. God, you’re reckless,” he tugged at the roots of his hair before marching towards her and squeezing her tight. “Please don’t be so reckless, we kind of need you. All of us.”

“Sure thing Timmy,” she pulled back from the hug when he was ready. “It’s weird seeing you all so worried about me. Go on upstairs, I’ll be up soon. Do me a favour and tell Dick not to worry so much either, I get the whole ‘you’re my only biological family left’ thing, but it gets smothering.” 

After a reluctant nod he too left to wait for her upstairs. She ran her hand through her hair before squinting in the darkness. She frowned, before letting out a low chuckle.

“Come out Bruce,” she licked her lips, cracked and itchy. “I know you, always hiding in the shadows. Pessimistic shit you are.”

He emerged from the darkness with a grimace, words burning on the tip of his tongue. He paused, staring at her for a moment. He looked older, seemingly having aged years in a few hours. He walked closer, sinking down close beside her, uncharacteristically open.

“You could have died,” he stared at her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder in a rare moment of fatherly affection. “Tell me one thing, why didn't you call for back-up?”

“Because,” she said leaning her head on his shoulder, and listening to Jason scream he was coming down to her. “I don't want he others to get hurt. God knows you’re worse than I am Dad. I do it because in my own way, I’m keeping you safe by putting myself through hell. If that's all you wanted to know, can you help me upstairs before Jason comes down to carry me up?”

They made their was upstairs, towards the rest of the family. She was the anchor, but like all anchors, she still needed a ship to guide her.

[agent-ccarter]

i’ll hurt you. taron egerton

Request: Hello :) you probably get a lot of requests right now lol but I'd like to send one in as well. Where reader is Richards younger sister (R Madden that is) and Taron falls for her, obviously Richard would be a little over protective at first loll thank you so much x

Pairing: Richard Madden x Sister Reader, Taron Egerton x Reader

Warnings: none

(lol any excuse to include this gif)

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Taron knew he liked you from the first moment he saw you. It wasn’t your (Y/H/C) hair, or your eyes, or your body (although he’d be the first to admit that, to him, all of those things were completely perfect). He fell in love with your laugh, incredibly emotive and loud, your humour and your personality; it sounded cheesy, but you could light up the room simply with your smile.

Obviously, working with your brother was a huge obstacle for Taron. He wasn’t scared of Richard, the opposite in fact, as filming Rocketman made the two men incredibly close. But Taron could 100% admit that he would not want to get on the wrong side of the Scot, especially as a result of him messing with his sister.

Taron first met you when Richard brought you to set one day; you were an aspiring filmmaker, so any opportunity to visit a real set was one you’d welcome openly. Taron heard a knock on his trailer door, followed by a shout of, “T, it’s me!”

“It’s open, Richard,” the Welshman shouted, sitting on his trailer sofa donning an iconic pair of Elton John glasses. Richard walked into the large trailer, a girl trailing behind him.

“Taron, this is-”

“Your sister, Y/N,” Taron stood up to greet you, swiftly pulling the heart shaped glasses from his face, “see, Richard, i do pay attention to your blabbering about your sister coming to set. Y/N, what a pleasure it is to meet you.” He grabbed your hand, kissing it, causing a red blush to rise across your cheeks. Richard, knowing Taron far too well as a result of the months spent on set together, was well aware of the new persona his friend was wearing; he was trying to impress you, and most likely, trying to flirt.

“It’s lovely to meet you too, Taron. I can’t imagine it’s much fun working with my brother?” You chuckled, causing Richard to send you a glare and Taron to laugh at your humour, “I’m kidding.” You smiled, kissing your brothers cheek.

“You better had be.” Richard replied, smiling through his harsh words to show the humour in his voice.

“Well, it’s a cross I have to bare, isn’t it? He’s such a diva, in hair and makeup all morning, insisting on certain food in his trailer and marching onto set as if he owns the place!” Taron shrugged, teasing Richard further. The pair of you burst into a fit of laughter as Richard returned to the trailers door.

“Come on, Y/N, it’s time to give you a tour,” Richard smiled as you made your way to join him, “and to get you away from him before one of you causes trouble.”

“See you later, Y/N.”

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A month or so later, the friendship between yourself and Taron was constantly growing. Richard would see you staring at your phone, giggling as texts from the man came through; he couldn’t be sure that it was Taron you were texting, but the Welshman’s frequent mention of you in conversation and your hiding of the phone whenever Richard tried to look made it pretty clear.

Richard assumed the protective older brother role often, wanting to protect you not only from men, but also from the difficulties of living in the public eye. He knew that Taron wouldn’t mess you around or purposely break your heart, but he couldn’t help but hate the idea of you being harassed by photographers as a result fo both your brother’s and boyfriend’s fame. He tried to stay out of the way, tried not to get involved prematurely, yet the minute he saw yours’ and Taron’s name plastered across tabloids and stories of ‘forbidden love’, he couldn’t help himself.

Luckily for him, he managed to find you and Taron together, conversing over a coffee outside a food van on the studio lot.

“Could I have a word?” Richard asked, meaning to direct the question at the pair, but his intense gaze at Taron said otherwise.

“With who?” You asked, concerned by the apparent look of annoyance on your brothers’ face. He noted your concern, softening his features.

“Both of you,” adding a “please” to the end.

“Sure, Rich, what’s up?” Taron asked as Richard pulled the last remaining metal chair away from the table and sat in it. Richard sighed heavily: could he really do this? Confront you about a relationship? What if the two of you were just friends, and the stories were just that, stories?

“I just-” he started, stuttering as he was unsure of what to say, “What’s going on between you two?”

You and Taron sat there in a stunned silence.

“It’s j-just that,” Richard started again, his words betraying him once more, “Actually, I don’t care, you can date if you want, I don’t mind,” he noted the shared glance of relief you and Taron shared, and turned himself to solely face Taron, “but please, T. I know you won’t hurt her. Ever since I got into the industry, I’ve tried to protect her from publicity. I’ve tried to keep her face of newspapers and magazines. Please, promise me you’ll do the same.”

Taron was shocked, expecting a speech about how he didn’t want the pair together, “Yeah. Of course.” Richard too released a sigh of relief, whilst you and Taron shared smiles with one another.

“Thankyou, Richard,” you grabbed your brother's hand, taking his speech as acceptance of the relationship.

He sighed, standing up and kissing you on the cheek, “In that case, I’ll leave you to alone now,” he made to leave, but turned towards his co star, leaning down towards his ear, “I have full faith that you won’t hurt my sister, and you’ll treat her with the respect she deserves. But, if for some idiotic reason you do, just know that I will hurt you in ways you could never imagine.” The Scottish man stood back up, smiled at you and walked away, you sharing a similar smile whilst Taron looked simply petrified.

[super-legalizelove]

Richard Madden Oneshot

Richard Madden X Reader

Prompts: None

Warnings: Cussing

Words: 6,701

You slam your computer closed letting out a groan of annoyance and you rub your face, on the brink of tears from frustration. You had been trying to write your novel for over three months now but every time you would write you would trash it, not finding the words right for the book. You had dropped out of school to write and since then you had taken on a shit paying job at a local newspaper and you only wrote with the little time you had to yourself. You had planned to write a romance novel, you loved reading about love but it was nearly impossible for you to write about it because you had never been in love.

You get up from your desk and make your way to your kitchen hoping to find some sort of edible food, in hopes that it would get the gears in your mind going. You find yourself severally disappointed when there was nothing but a sip of milk and butter left, you did not feel like getting groceries tonight so you decide to go a few blocks over to the sandwich shop and get dinner. You pull your hair up into a hat and you put on a jacket and leave after making sure you had your wallet in your pocket. The streets had a few cars on them but the sidewalks were empty. It was spring but London was still having chilly nights which made you pick up your pace so you weren’t out for too long. You see the sandwich shop and quickly go inside being greeted by the warmth of the shop.

“Ah Y/N good evening.” Tony the shop owner greets with a grin as he is leaning on the counter.

“Hey Tony, can I just et the usual?” You question and he nods with the grin still on his face. He calls my order back to his son and turns back to me.

“How has writing been? I am still waiting to read your book and brag that a famous author is a regular in my little shop.” You giggle at his flattery.

“I don’t know if it will ever get done, but I appreciate your support.” You put down some cash for him and he shakes his head sliding it back to you.

“On the house for my favorite customer.” You smile as he hands you the sandwich in a plastic bag. “Now get back home and rest, don’t overwork yourself.” You nod, thanking him and you exit the shop making your way back home. While walking you notice a cat walking in the middle of the street and it appeared to be hurt, without looking you make your way into the street to check on it and suddenly you were pulled back and you fell on top of someone as a car rushed past you and the cat ran away.

“What the hell was that for?” You exclaim, getting up from the ground looking at the stranger who had pulled you. He was very handsome with black curly hair, a strong jawline, and piercing blue eyes. He gets up from the ground dusting himself off chuckling to himself.

“You were not looking and were almost killed by that car. You’re welcome for saving your life by the way.” he retorts, and you scoff running your hand through your hair finding his tone to be very rude.

“I was fine.” You look towards the road and see no sign of the cat which made you even more frustrated by the stranger's actions. “And the cat was scared off.” You say your frustration showing.

“You walked into the street for a cat?” He laughs looking at you with disbelief.

“Are you laughing at me?” You glare at him not finding this amusing. You were tired and still had your computer at home waiting for you to open it and actually write, you were not in the mood to be judged by this stranger.

“Look I am sure the cat is fine, it ran off that is a good sign.” He answers, looking at me with his blue eyes, you now notice that he is wearing a baseball cap and a hoodie, with sunglasses in his hands which you found very suspicious.

“I am sorry but I really am not in the mood to carry on with this conversation. I just want to go home.” You start to walk away but soon enough notice that he is walking at your side with a grin.

“I didn’t catch your name.” Your roll your eyes and glance over at him.

“That is because I didn’t tell you.” You retort.

“Look I am sorry that I laughed it was not my intention to make you angry. How about we start over?” He questions and you stop walking and look at him.

“If I agree will you please stop following me?” He chuckles and nods, finding it refreshing to meet someone who doesn’t know who he is, someone who treats him like any other person you would meet. “Fine.”

“I am Richard.” He smiles, putting out his hand for you to shake it. You hesitate but then take it shaking his hand.

“I’m Y/N.” you give him a small smile, now feeling bad about being rude to him when he seemed very nice.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Y/N.”

“And you too. I better go back home it is getting late.” He grins and nods looking at the ground then back to you.

“You have a great night. I hope to see you again Y/N,” You blush and turn around walking back to your flat thinking about your encounter with Richard.

After a long night of staring at your computer screen, you wake up the next day feeling as if you had only slept for five minutes. Checking your phone you see that you have time to get coffee before work so you quickly get dressed leaving your flat with everything for work. Wearing your pencil skirt and button up shirt you could not help but shiver at the wind hitting your body, you really needed to invest in a proper jacket. You reach the small coffee shop and breathe in the wonderful smell of coffee and pastries, you go to the counter as your friend Rose walks up.  

“Goodmorning Y/N. Long time no sees.” She grins and you giggle pulling out your wallet.

“Blame it on work and my computer, they don’t let me go out much.” She chuckles and shakes her head.

“Well you better believe that I am dragging you out soon, I need a bar buddy. Now, what can I get you?’ She asks.

“Chai Latte?” You propose and she grins entering it into the computer. While the other person working began working on that she looks back to you.

“So anything interesting happen lately?” She questions and you smile thinking back to last night.

“I actually got saved by some guy last night.” She looks at you with wide eyes encouraging you to go on. “There was a cat in the street and I walked out without looking and he pulled me back saving me from getting hit by the car.” You explain wanting to leave out the fact that you got angry at him for saving your life.

“Did you get a name? Was he Cute?” SHe pushes and you giggle shaking your head.

“He was very handsome, his name is Richard.” You admit and she grins widely.

“Did you get a number? Y/N you haven’t gone on a date in years! Now here comes a handsome stranger who saves you? It is a sign!” she exclaims.

“I didn’t get his number, there is a reason I don’t date rose. I don’t have time for it.” You giggle as your drink is finished, you grab it from the counter. “I will text you later I have to go to work.” You call to her as you leave the shop.

“If you run into Richard ask for his number!” She orders before the door closes and you laugh to yourself shaking your head. Walking the streets you make your way to your job wondering what they were going to have you do today. They never gave you any big stories only the small things that no one ever reads, and as much as you hated it you could not afford to quit.

You walk into work and show your badge making your way to your desk and you set down your bag and coffee down, freeing up your arms. You sit down and open up your computer opening up your emails, seeing one from your boss asking you to meet him when you get into work. Sighing you take a sip of your coffee then you make your way to his office, Jason or Mr. Reed, as he likes to be called, was a sexist pig but his father owned the company so he became your boss.  You knock on his door and hear him call for you to come in.

“You wanted to see me?” You ask, shutting the door behind you. He was sitting in his seat and he grins at you while looking you up and down, his stares making you want to bathe yourself in bleach.

“Yes Y/N please sit down.” You follow his orders and sit in the chair in front of his desk. “I was reading your last article about the littering problem in London.” He states and you nod with a small smile, you worked on that article for weeks and it was your best work in your opinion. “I don’t think it is what the paper needs. When people read the paper they don’t want depressing facts, they get enough of that from the front page. I want you to write something else, how about dating in London? The best spots to go, the best things to do?” He offers and your smile disappears.

“I worked for weeks on that article.” You protest.

“And I am telling you it is not going to work.” He retorts, and you let out a frustrated sigh.

“I can’t even write an article on dating, I don’t date.” Your answer.

“Then take the rest of the day off and figure it out. That is the article that I want.” You look at him in disbelief and stand up from your chair.

“No. I am so tired of you telling me that my writing is not good enough. I have been working here for two years and I have only been able to write articles that don’t even matter, while men who have been working here less than half my time have written multiple articles for the first page. So fuck you. Fuck this company. I quit.” You glare at him before storming out of his office slamming the door behind you. You grab your things from your desk and leave the building making your way back to your flat. You grab your phone and call Rose on your way home.

“Y/N what’s up, I just saw you.” she laughs into the phone.

“I want to go out tonight. I don’t care where just meet me at my place at 7.” She squeals on the other end and agrees and you hang up once you get home. Going into your flat you throw your things onto the floor and flop onto the couch letting out a frustrated groan, sinking back into the cushions. After a minute you then sit up with wide eyes. “Oh my god, what have a done?” You exclaim out loud. You had just quit your only source of income without even thinking about it, what were you going to do.

After a day full of worrying and searching for a job you looked at the time and decided to get ready before Rose got there. You picked out a low cut long sleeve, silk shirt and a black leather skirt paired with black heels. You did your makeup to match your outfit when you heard the doorbell ring. You answer the door seeing Rose dressed up in a white, form-fitting dress with a wide smile on her face.

“You look great! You are going to be turning heads tonight!” Rose exclaims looking me up and down. You blush and shake your head.

“They will be too busy looking at you. Now where are we going?” you ask and she grins.

“Get in the uber and find out my friend.” She giggles and you grab your bag and leave the house getting into the car with her. “So what made you want to come out? What happened?” She questions knowing when something was going on.

“I may have quit my job today.” You admit and she grins grabbing your hand.

“Finally! You dealt with their shit for too long!” You giggle softly looking at your hands, you couldn’t focus on the positives only on the fact that you were out of a job “Hey, I am serious. I am so proud of you.” She grins hugging you the best she could in the car. You smile and hug her back so grateful that you had her in your life. “Now just forget about that and let's have fun.” You smile and nod. You both exchanged small talk during the remainder of your ride and pulled up to a club that you had never been to before.

Once getting inside Rose dragged you over to the bar where you both ordered shots to get the night started. You sat at the bar while she was off dancing with strangers, you were watching her dancing between a guy and girl and you laugh to yourself, you had always admired her confidence and how she could always make herself at home no matter where she was. She soon enough makes eye contact with you and motions for you to come over. You quickly shake your head, and she rolls her eyes running over to you.

“Come dance! I am not going to let you spend your whole night at the bar.” You groan as she drags you out of your chair and to the dance floor. She holds your arms dancing trying to get you to move, at first you just let her but you soon enough gave in and began dancing with her. Your worries melted away as you swayed to the music laughing and smiling, it had been so long since you relaxed and had some fun and you were loving it. After almost an hour of dancing, you tell Rose out of breath that you were going to get a drink, she nodded and continued dancing. Smiling you make your way to the bar and you order water, not wanting to wake up with a giant hangover.

“You looked to be having fun out there.” A familiar voice says from beside you, you glance over and see Richard smiling at you while leaning against the bar. You blush a little and sit down on the stool turning to face him.

“I was having a lot of fun.” He grins and sits down also. “ I want to apologize for last night, it was just not going well for me.” He shakes his head.

“No need to apologize, everyone has those days. I hope you are having a better day.”

you look down and shake your head, you didn’t notice until now but he had a strong Scottish accent, and in your slightly intoxicated state, you were finding him even more attractive than last night.

“Is it bad if I say it is even worse, I just have alcohol this time.” You giggle and she chuckles at your answer.

“Now what could have happened to make such a beautiful girl have a bad day?” He questions, a smile plastered on your smile. It was odd but you found it very easy to talk to him even though he was a stranger.

“I quit my job, and now I have no income.” You answer, biting your lip your smile falling from your lips.

“Was quitting what needed to happen?” He questions, and you think about it. You never thought about if it was what needed to happen.

“Yeah. It did need to happen. Maybe not right away but it needed to end.”  You answer with a content smile on your face.

“Then it is not so bad. You will find another job.” He grins and you nod, finding comfort in his words.

“So what do you do for a living Richard?” You ask, wanting to get the conversation off of you. He thinks about his answer for a second before actually answering you.

“I work on movies and TV shows.” You give him a surprised look.

“Like stage work?” You question and he doesn’t answer right away yet again.

“Yeah, stage work.”

“Have you met anyone famous I would know? “ You question, smiling. He found it almost shocking that you didn’t know who he was, almost every girl in London was running after him which is why he often went to the more quiet side of town, where it just so happens you live.

“Depends, what do you watch?” He questions.

“Not a lot, I usually am to busy with work to watch TV. I really like that show Parks and Rec. I find it hilarious. I mostly watch things like that, and I honestly can’t remember the last time I watched a movie without falling asleep.” You giggle and he smiles

“I think you are one of the only people I know who doesn’t watch television.” He laughs and you blush, feeling embarrassed. “But I admire that, most people are glued to their screens it is refreshing to meet someone who isn’t like that.”

“I am just glued to a different screen. I am a writer so my computer has my attention for most of the day.”

“Wow a writer, have you had anything published yet?” He questions, sounding actually interested.

“If you count shitty news articles from my old job. I am trying to write a book but it’s kinda hard to write about something you know nothing about.” You explain and he nods his head.

“I can understand that.” You smile, but your conversation became interrupted by Rose coming over to hug you.

“I thought you were going to come back!” She exclaims obviously more intoxicated than me. She looks away from me to Richard and a grin grows on her face. “Oh, I see.” You blush while Richard laughs.

“Rose this is Richard, Richard this is my friend Rose.” You introduce them and Rose’s eyes widen at the mention of his name.

“Wait, Richard? Like hot Richard who saved your life last night.” You blush crimson at her lack of a filter while Richard grins looking right at you.

“Hot Richard?” He questions, amusement in his voice. Before I can answer Rose speaks again.

“Thank you for saving her. I think you should go on a date, she never leaves the house she is always writing.” She blurts out and you wanted to crawl under a rock and die of embarrassment.

“I would actually love to take you on a date, I was going to ask later on into the conversation but now is a good time.” He chuckles, and you look at him with a smile while on the inside you were screaming because this hot guy who saved you was now asking you on a date.

“I would love that.”

“How about dinner tomorrow night?” You nod and he grins, and you write your number down on a napkin. “I will text you for your address.” You smile, a blush is still evident of your cheeks.

“Now that’s out of the way, Y/N and I have to go. I have work in the morning and I need to eat some greasy food now or my hangover is going to kill me.” She giggles, pulling me away from the chair.

“See you tomorrow Richard.” You call out.

“Have a goodnight Y/N.” You smile and leave the club with Rose, making your way to the closest fast food place. You spent the rest of your night with a smile on your face.

The next day you looked through the paper looking for jobs but had no luck. While cooking yourself some lunch you hear your phone go off in the other room. You wipe your hands quickly and run out to see an unknown number calling and realize that it must be Richard.

“Oh my god! Why is he calling?” You ask yourself looking at the phone, you shake your head and straighten your hair even though he can’t see you and you answer the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey Y/N it is Richard.” He answers in a cheerful tone, you hear people talking in the background but don’t pay too much attention to it.

“Oh, Richard Hi! How are you?”

“Wonderful now that I am talking to you.” You blush at his words, smiling like a freak to yourself. “I was calling to see if we were still on for our date tonight?”

“Of course we are.”

“I was thinking I could pick you up at 7?” He questions and you nod then mentally slap yourself realizing that he can't see you.

“Yeah, 7 sounds great!” You roll your eyes at your nervousness. “What should I wear? Anything fancy?” You hear him chuckle into the phone.

“Wear whatever you want. You will look lovely no matter what.” You cover the phone and let out a quiet ‘OH MY GOD’ then put the phone back to your ear.

“Alright, well I will text you my address.” You smile.

“Sounds amazing. I better get back to work. I will see you tonight.”

“See you tonight!” You smile and hang up the phone.  Feeling butterflies in your stomach you sit on the couch with a dumb smile plastered on your lips. Is this what it felt to have feelings for someone?

Richard’s POV

I hang up the phone with a grin and put my phone back in my jacket pocket. “Who was that?” My coworker Tom Brooke asks. I chuckle and shake my head, walking back to set in my freshly pressed suit.

“You are a horrible liar Madden. Whoever it was has you smiling like a damn idiot.” Tom laughs.

“Just a girl. I met her the other night and I invited her to dinner. No big deal.” I explain, shrugging it off like it was nothing even though inside I was so nervous and excited I felt dizzy.

“Since I have known you, you have never dated anyone that is not also in the acting business. So is she an actress?” he questions trying to pry more information from me.

“No, not an actress. But she has no idea who I am. She just believes me to be any other man, not an actor.” Tom looks at me with surprise.

“How is that even possible?” He laughs. “You are one of the most famous men in the UK at the moment.” He points out and I shrug a grin on my face.

“She doesn’t watch Television or Movies. She is perfect, she treats me like a normal human.” Tom shakes his head a smile on his face.

“You Richard, are a lucky man. But she will find out at some point.”

“Hopefully she will know me for me when that time comes.” I shrug when the director calls out for us to get into places. I make my way to my spot and think about my date tonight. I just have to let her get to know the real me, not just what the media makes me out to be.

Reader’s POV

Later that night you take a warm shower making sure to wash all of you and shave everything wanting to look good for your date. Once out you make your way to your closet in your robe and search the all of your clothing before picking out a light pink lace dress that fits you perfectly. You paired it with nude heels then sat down to do your makeup and hair. You curl your hair and do natural makeup then made your way out to the living room pacing back and forth anxious for Richard to arrive. The doorbell rings and you squeak, filled with excitement and a little bit of nervousness. You straighten yourself up and walk to the door taking a deep breath before opening it. Richard is standing there with a smile on his face, holding a bouquet of flowers, you smile widely at him.

“I brought you some flowers.” He grins handing them to you. You take them and smell them the smile plastered on your face.

“They are beautiful. Come in and I will put them in a vase.” He nods as you let him in shutting the door behind you. “Well this is my home, it isn’t much but make yourself at home.” You smile, walking into the kitchen on the hunt for a vase.

“It is beautiful.” He smiles, looking around at all your things. You blush slightly finally finding a vase and you fill it up with water putting the flowers inside.

“Thank you.” You leave the vase on the counter and make your way back over to him. “So what did you have planned for tonight?”

“Well I was thinking about dinner at my favourite place, then I had a surprise.” smiling you nod.

“Sounds amazing.” He grins and takes your hand leading you out of your flat towards his car.

Richard had taken you to a local sushi restaurant where you had gotten a table towards the back, hidden away from people. At the moment you were laughing about a story Richard was telling you about his childhood.

“I was convinced that my mother was going to murder her only child at that moment. I learned after that to never play football near the house.” He chuckles, taking a sip of his drink.

“I can’t believe you broke the window and then proceeded to break an urn.” You giggle, finding this evening very fun.

“My mum had her hands full with me as a child. I don’t know how she handled me.”

“She seems like a very respectable woman to me. And to me, it seems like she did an amazing job raising you.” You smile, and he grins nodding thinking back to the times with his mother.

“Enough about me, what about you, do you have any siblings?” You smile and nod, thinking about your little sister.

“One sister, she is 10. She is the complete opposite of me though, every time I see her she is talking about some cute boy in her class or the cute boy on the television. I am convinced she is actually boy crazy.” You giggle. “I am pretty sure when she hears about this date she will want to meet you right away.” He grins studying how your face lights up when you talk about her.

“It would be an honor to meet her, it only seems right to get her permission on dating her beautiful sister.” You blush and shake your head, he was so charming and you were not used to being talked to in such a way.

“I think she would love that.” You smile, you both finish your meals with small talk getting to know each other. Richard was so charming and you felt so happy talking to him, he was the first and only person to give you this feeling. After dinner, Richard leads you to the car and opens the door your you. Once you both were inside he starts driving and you can’t help but look over at him taking in all his features. He truly was such a handsome man, it was a wonder you never noticed him around before.

“Alright, we are here.” He grins, pulling into a parking lot. You look at the building and see a bright sign advertising Bowling and you smile looking at him.

“Bowling?”

“Psh yes bowling, you are about to lose so bad that you won’t know what to do with yourself.” He jokes and you giggle rolling your eyes.

“You wish. I am going to kick your ass.” He grins, getting out of the car walking around to open the door for you.

“Let's make a bet out of it?” He proposes and you raise an eyebrow.

“What will the bet entail?”

“Loser has to cook dinner for the winner. “ He grins and you think it over before nodding.

“Deal.” You grin walking inside the bowling ally.

After almost an hour of bowling, you make one final strike winning the game. You grin and walk back over to him, standing in front of him looking up into his eyes. “Looks like you owe me dinner.” You grin and he chuckles, looking in your eyes then down to your lips. You blush and step back slightly getting nervous.

“Well, a bet is a bet. I am going to blow your mind with my cooking skills though.” He chuckles and you smile, happy that he didn’t take offense to your distancing yourself.

“ That is for next time. I should probably get home, I have a long day of finding jobs tomorrow.” He nods, and you both leave and he drives you back to your flat. Being a true gentleman he walked you to your door and you turn to face him a smile on your face. “Thank you for tonight. I had a lot of fun.”

“Thank you for agreeing to come with me. I had a great time, and I hope to see you again.” moving closer you kiss his cheek lightly pulling away to see a slight blush on his cheeks.

“I will text you.” You smile. “Goodnight Richard.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” He smiles and heads back to his car as you head inside closing the door behind you and you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding in. Smiling you make your way to your couch and pull out your computer and for the first time in a long time, you actually wrote.

The next few weeks flew by and you went on even more dates with Richard and declared that you were both in a serious relationship. Your week was getting even better because you were on your way to a job interview at a local magazine. While walking you noticed girls walking past and they would whisper and point towards you and you frown but continue walking. You walk past a newsstand but quickly backtrack a magazine catching your eyes.

‘Richard Madden’s New Girlfriend?’ The cover read and you grab it seeing a picture of Richard and you on the cover. You grab some cash and give it to the man at the stand and walk away to a near bench and open the magazine to read the article.

“Heartthrob and Game of Thrones actor Richard Madden seems to have found someone new. After his breakup with Ellie Bamber, he has been spotted on dates with this mystery girl. Although we have no name for her Richard seems to be very smitten with her, even seen bringing her flowers. How long until we get to know our mystery girl?” You stop reading and let out a shaky breath, completely shocked by this. On the pages, there were many pictures of you and Richard together on dates and you started to wonder why he hadn’t told you about this. Shaking this from your mind you make your way to the interview trying not to think about it.

The interview went well but once it was over you couldn’t stop thinking about Richard lying to you about his job and how he didn’t tell you that he was one of the most famous men in London. You go straight to the coffee shop and head inside seeing Rose working, she smiles at you but soon frowns seeing your expression. She tells her coworker that she would be right back then brings you to one of the back tables sitting down with you.

“What is wrong Y/N?” She questions and you put the magazine on the table sliding it towards her.

“He lied to me. He told me he worked for stage crew on movies and television not that he stared in the films.” You scoff, the one time you find someone who you like you find out they had been lying to you for weeks. Rose picks up the magazine with wide eyes reading it.

“I knew he looked familiar!” She expresses and you give her an unamused look. “Look Y/N he probably lied because he didn’t want to be treated differently. You like him so what is different?” he questions.

“I don’t want to be on the cover of magazines for all of London to see!” You exclaim. “I wouldn’t have cared if he was an actor, I don’t care but I don’t want people looking at my life under a microscope. He should have told me.” She sighs.

“Y/N talk to him.” She says. “I have to get back to work but I will call you later. But seriously call him.” She kisses you on the cheek and heads back to work and you sigh, leaving the coffee shop, going home thinking about what to say to Richard. Once home you pull ot your phone and call him, sitting on the couch.

“Goodmorning Love.” He answers in a cheery tone, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat.

“Are you busy?” you question.

“No not at all why?”

“Can you come over?” You ask he tells you he will be over in a few minutes and you hang up the phone. You take a deep breath and put down your phone. You weren’t mad, you just wanted to know his reason for not telling you.

Once Richard got there you let him in and grab the magazine handing it to him with a straight face, his face soon falls once he sees it.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You question and he looks at you noticing the hurt in your eyes.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I just liked you so much and I didn’t want you to treat me different because I am famous.” He explains, setting the magazine down looking at you his blue eyes filled with regret.

“I wouldn’t have treated you different Richard. I like you for you, not because you are an actor.” You chuckle slightly finding it silly that he thinks of you like that.  He steps closer and takes your hands.

“I love you.” He blurts out and your heart skips a beat and the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. You smile and kiss him lightly.

“I love you too.” You whisper against his lips, and he grins kissing you deeper.

Richard had gone public about you two dating and you soon grew used to the paparazzi and even got to meet some of his friends. Today Richard had an interview with the BBC for his new show the Bodyguard and he invited you to come and watch. You were sat in the green room while Richard went out to be interviewed. While watching, you hear him get asked a question that catches your attention.  

“So tell us about your girlfriend Y/N. No one seems to know anything about her.” The interviewer states and Richard got a large smile on his face.

“She is wonderful, a one of a kind girl.” He chuckles thinking about you. “I seriously think I have met the one.” He states and you blush at his words.

“So how did you two meet?”

“I saved her from getting hit by a car,” he states and you laugh thinking back to that day. “ It was late at night and I was walking and saw some strange girl walking out into the street towards something when a car came coming towards her. I pulled her back and we fell and she got so mad at me.” He chuckles

“Now why in the world was she mad at you?” The interviewer questions a smile on his face.

“I scared away the cat she was trying to catch.” He grins and the audience laughs. “I am just lucky I got her to give me a second chance.” You smile and the audience awe’s at his story.

Once dating Richard you had finally finished your book and sent it into a publisher. You did not expect much but it was worth a try. Laying in bed with Richard you had your head on his chest as you were both watching Game of Thrones. You made him watch it with you so you could see one of his shows. You hear your phone go off and you sit up grabbing it while Richard paused the show.

“Hello?” You answer. “Yes, this is her.” Richard looks at your curiously while sitting up in the bed. “Okay.” He can’t hear your conversation and all he could see is a serious look on your face. “Yes, Thank you.” You smile a little hanging up the phone.

“Who was that?” He questions trying to read the expression on your face.

“That publishing company.” You answer, and he looks at your expecting you to go on.

“And? What did they say?”  You let a grin take over your face.

“They are going to publish my book!” You exclaim. He grins and brings you into a hug, kissing your head over and over.

“I knew you could do it! My girl a author, soon enough you are going to be more famous than me.” he grins, you pull away and giggle. “I am so proud of you.” You smile, kissing him.

“I can’t believe that it actually happened.” He grins and kisses you again.

Once hearing the news of your book you decided to go visit your mother and sister and Richard insisted to tag along wanting to finally meet your sister. Once there you introduce everyone and your mother and sister took an instant liking to Richard which made you very happy. You spent the night unpacking and Richard was busy answering the many questions your sister had for him.

“Y/N?” Your sister asks sticking her head into your room.

“Yeah?” You question motioning for her to enter.

“Do you love Richard?” she asks, sitting down on the bed. You smile and nod, you had never been more certain of anything more than you were that you were in love with him.

“More than anything.” She grins and nods, leaving your room without another word. You giggle and shake your head at her, wondering what she was up too. Soon Richard enters with a knock, you turn and smile at him. “Is she finally done asking you questions?” You giggle and he grins, shaking his head.

“She just wants to make sure you are happy.” He smiles, kissing you lightly.

“She can rest assured that I am.” He grins and looks you in the eyes with a look that made you curious.  

“Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face” You question and he chuckles shaking his head?

“I love you more than anything, and I can’t imagine my life without you. Which is why I was wondering if maybe you would marry me.” He smiles, getting down on one knee holding out a small diamond ring. You gasp and cover your mouth feeling tears prickle your eyes.

“Are you serious?” Your question and he chuckles nodding. “Yes! A million times yes!” You exclaim. He grins and puts the ring on your finger as you pull him up and kiss him passionately. You had never been in love until Richard, and this just felt right. He was the only one for you.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this one-shot! I spent a lot of time writing it and I really hope you all love it! XOXO

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May I request SPEACH 15 of the 3K Rocketman prompt with Taron..? (If you're not too busy of course)

I put these two requests together I hope that’s okay :)

Request 1: “Sentence 6 scenario 4 with taron egerton please”

I also didn’t know what you meant by scenario as there’s not a situational prompt list for Taron and his characters, hope that’s okay :)

Speech 6 - “You could end wars with that smile”

Speech 15 - “It may not be the most conventional gift but I thought it suited us better than flowers”

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“Happy anniversary,” Taron’s arms wrapped around Y/N from behind and his face nuzzled into her neck as she cooked them breakfast.

“Happy anniversary,” Y/N responded, turning around in his arms after turning the stove down a little, kissing him gently. “I thought you’d stay in bed longer.”

“My own girlfriend doesn’t want to spend time with me on our anniversary,” Taron grumbled teasingly and Y/N laughed, kissing him again.

“You know for a fact that’s not true.”

“You’re trying to send me to bed,” Taron whined, their foreheads pressed together, Taron nuzzling his nose to hers.

“I was trying to make you a romantic breakfast,” Y/N sighed in feigned exasperation and Taron kissed her again sweetly.

“Thank you, babe,” he responded gently. “But - speaking of gifts-”

“We weren’t speaking of gifts,” Y/N deadpanned and Taron looked at her in silence for a moment before:

“Speaking of gifts,” Y/N burst out laughing at her boyfriend’s defiant tone. “Here’s mine,” Taron handed her a wrapped rectangle and Y/N raised her eyebrows at it, shaking it in an attempt to figure out what it was. “Bet you can’t guess it,” he taunted.

“My gift for you is behind the cereal,” Y/N told him, placing the package on the counter and turning to finish breakfast.

“Hey!”

“Sorry - thank you!” Y/N beamed, turning back around to peck Taron’s lips. He sighed a little as he stared down at her as she grinned up at him and he shook his head adoringly.

“God - you could end wars with that smile,” he declared quietly before kissing her again.

“You’re such a sap,” she giggled.

The two of them met at the table, plates of food in front of both of them and their exchanged presents in their hands for their two year anniversary.

“Now, before you open yours, just so you know, it may not be the most conventional gift but I thought it suited us better than flowers,” Taron explained before Y/N could rip off the paper.

Y/N leaned across the table to peck his lips.

“I’m sure I’m going to love it, Taron.”

It was a framed photo of Richard Madden that he had gotten the Scotsman to sign.

Y/N blinked down at it for a moment before looking up at Taron.

“You told him.” She stated. Taron gave her a cheesy, innocent smile as Y/N began to laugh. “You’re such a prick! You promised me you wouldn’t!”

“It just slipped out! I couldn’t help it!” Taron excused through his laughter. “Though - if it makes you feel any better, he was very flattered that he was your first celebrity crush.”

I hit 3K and I’m doing a blurb week to celebrate - this is my Taron Egerton Day!!

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hey hey hey sorry if I am bothering you but I still have some other questions. I'm just really interested in your thoughts of the fics.

questions 9,21 for TAP and can you tell us 26 aka the funfact of savior, TAP, and snapshot please!

thank you so much for patiently asking the long questions that I have!

You are very welcome, anon! Thank you for sending me more asks. You are definitely not bothering me! I love getting asks like this!

9. Was there anything from canon that you pulled for this fic?

I used Cinderella 2015 for TAP so some stuff I got from canon were: most of the characters (Thibault is the Captain in the movie but he didn't have a name so I just named him that), Kit having been to war, the idea that Kit has to marry for the betterment of the kingdom, Y/N being a commoner, and the setting (although it's not really that obvious because I didn't go much into world building with this fic.) I did get some dialogue from the movie, although I mixed them up and put them in the context that fits TAP. I took the essence of it, of marrying outside of the rank, and played around that a bit. I'm not saying they couldn't but I can't think of how a peasant girl could rule a kingdom armed with only love from her husband, the prince/king. That's why I made her a diplomat's daughter. She's not necessarily exposed to the workings of how to run a kingdom but she's been through a lot of different ones where she can draw inspiration from. She's still knowledgeable of it, which makes her a better candidate than a maid or peasant (sorry, Ella :/ )

21. What is something you didn't expect people to notice or gravitate towards in this fic?

I think this was answered in the previous ask but to reiterate, it was Louis. I never thought Louis would be someone the readers would come to love! He was meant to be just a side character but he's suddenly become this larger person inside the fic and I just went along with it. I'm so glad he's well-received! But in general, I didn't think the readers would actually love the story lmao Most of the fics I see being requested and read and shared are dark fics and smutty fics. TAP couldn't be dark and couldn't be smutty, especially since it was important that their marriage wasn't consummated, so I was surprised at the love it was getting. I didn't think something like this would actually have an audience (and I am thankful for each and every one who has read it!). I thought it was a dead fandom but I guess there are still some of us who love Prince Kit from Cinderella 2015.

26. Wild card! I'll tell you a fun fact(S) about this fic!

Snapshot: So, I wrote Snapshot because I literally cannot contain my admiration for Richard Madden. I was like a bubble waiting to burst when I started to write it. I just happened to be bored during my chemo sessions and I had this handful of free time that I didn't want to spend scrolling through social media so I started writing. I actually have no plot in mind for that story; it was just a blurb in my head but people wanted a second part to it. I did finish writing the second part in one day because of sheer excitement. Snapshot is just supposed to be a bit like "slice-of-life" piece of fic, where some days you don't really have anything going on. It's very milestone-y so any updates for that fic would be far in between, like life. About Oscars: it had been my plan to actually upload Oscars on the day of the Academy Awards (which I did) because I love coincidences. The idea for that was already forming the moment I finished writing ch5 of Snapshot.

Savior: Like Snapshot, when I first wrote ch1, I have no plot in mind. I just decided to go along the movie because it's a beautiful movie with a lot of layers that people seemed to miss because what they wanted was action and it wasn't as action-packed as any other ordinary superhero movie. It's a love letter to humanity and what else would better fit the embodiment of love than an angel. Speaking of love, I knew I wanted them to end up together but I didn't know how to do/show it. I think I did Angel and Ikaris a disservice when I had them almost kiss in ch4, instead of an organic progression in their story. I actually watched Eternals via a grainy French subbed copy. I could barely understand what was going on but when he yeeted himself to the sun at the end, I was so pissed. That was what prompted me to write Savior. Ikaris had a lot of room for redemption but it's too bad they went for a poetic ending. I'd like to think I like my story's ending better lmao And speaking of ending, I don't think Angel and Ikaris's story is ending soon. There's one plot I want to explore and only shared it with one person in this platform. I just wish I get the energy to write it lmao

TAP: Pride and Prejudice 2005 is my favorite movie of all time so it was partially inspired by that movie (esp that line of dialogue in ch5). When I was considering a love triangle, the movie was one of my primary research materials with Kit obviously being Mr. Darcy but I couldn't see Louis as a Wickham so I scratched that idea. I went with the poisoning instead because I was watching Poirot and Agatha Christie (the author of Hercule Poirot's stories) loved using poison as a plot device. Medici is also an inspiration (ep1 intro where Giovanni de Medici was poisoned with hemlock and Marco Bello going into the apothecary to investigate were a few of the scenes that I took from the show). You'd actually be surprised at the amount of research I do for the etymology and history and origin just for a particular word. I never write without having a dictionary and a thesaurus beside me. The words I mostly use couldn't be later than 1850's, or else they wouldn't fit the era I set TAP in (and I unintentionally set it during the years the Brothers Grimm were alive [See ch1 for that mistake lmao]) And I have never pored over research as much as I did with TAP! There are still mistakes, especially with the poisons and the thing about royalty, but so far, I'm happy with the outcome. It's a fairy tale, it's not meant to be perfect (no matter how much I try to convince myself of that lol).

[mischievoushiddleston]

Soo, I'm almost through with the request, so I'll open it again and you'll have the chance to tell me your idea, but please follow the rules and don't give an idea I've already written.

Request Rules:

- No Anonymous (If you don't want me to publish your name, let me know).

-Only one request per user. After the one-shot is published, you have to wait one week to send a new request!

-Only requests for one-shots, no second parts. (I always vote for a one-shot that gets a FF).

Things I won't write about:

- M / M

- F / F

- Sub Tom Hiddleston/Oscar Isaac/Sebastian Stan/Richard Madden or their characters.

-Song Fics

There are no taboos for me and any taboo is welcome, however I do take the liberty to reject a taboo at times should it cross my boundaries after all.

Threesomes are also welcome, so M/F/M, but only with Sebastian Stan, Richard Madden, Oscar Isaac and Tom Hiddleston, I will not write for other actors.

Actors and character I write about:

Tom Hiddleston [Thomas Sharpe, Jonathan Pine, James Conrad, Thomas Hiddleston Jaguar British Villians, Will Ransome and of course Loki], Oscar Isaac [Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley (Moon Knight), Leto Atreides (Dune), Peter Malkin (Operation Finale), Santiago Garcia (Triple Frontier), Mikael Boghosian (The Promise), Rydal Keener (Two Faces of January), Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)], Sebastian Stan [Bucky Barnes, Nick Fowler] and Richard Madden [David Budd (Bodyguard) and Ikaris (Marvel)].

All love

MischievousHiddleston

[freddiesaysalright]

Kelsey’s Hallow-QUEEN Celebration!

Time to get spooky!

Hey y’all! It’s that time of year! I want to celebrate with all of you, so I put together this prompt list so we can indulge with our favorite boys this Halloween! 

I have dialogue, locations, and objects to spark your imagination, though you don’t have to use all of them. If you just want to use dialogue, you may, and the same for the other categories. If you want to use all three, you can do that as well! However you want to mix and match is fine with me!

As an added bonus, if you have any other Halloween/autumn related requests, you can send those as well! However, I am not taking requests outside of this right now. 

Tell me who you want and if you want it scary, fluffy, or smutty!

Just a reminder, I write for: John Deacon, Brian May, Roger Taylor, Freddie Mercury, Ben Hardy, Joe Mazzello, Rami Malek, Gwilym Lee, Lucy Boynton, Allen Leech, and as a special treat, I’m opening this up for Taron Egerton and Richard Madden as well!

I do NOT write: Queen kids (i.e. Reader x Luke Deacon), anything involving Mary Austin, explicit r*pe, Freddie smut

I’ll be taking these requests/prompts only through October 25th. That will give me time to finish all of them by Halloween.

If you’re not into this at all, I’ll be tagging all the stories as #hallow-queen so feel free to blacklist it if you like so your dash is just what you want!

Prompts are under the cut!

Dialogue Prompts

D1. They’ll really make anything sexy these days, won’t they?  D2. Isn’t a couples costume kinda corny? D3. Is that ketchup? Oh God, I hope that’s ketchup.  D4. How do you not believe in ghosts?  D5. No, I do not fuck with Ouija boards. Not since the last time.  D6. Black cats just get a bad rep.  D7. How do you like my costume? It would look better on the floor.  D8. Trick or treat!  D9. What the hell was that?  D10. This isn’t funny! I’m really scared!  D11. Hello?  D12. If we’re watching a scary movie, you have to hold me.  D13. You won’t believe this, but it’s true.  D14. Tell me your scariest story.  D15. Who needs candy when I’ve got you?  D16. Who’s there?!  D17. You cannot do the entire dance to Thriller.  D18. Ugh, I hate Halloween.  D19. You didn’t tell me someone was murdered here!  D20. It’s just a bunch of Hocus Pocus!  D21. Stay quiet! Do you want them to find us?  D22. We’ve gotta get out of here!  D23. What’s that on your shirt? D24. Oh, you got a leaf in your hair. D25. Okay, who’s knocking on the door? D26. Turn the lights back on! D27. Please don’t carve something inappropriate on the pumpkin. D28. Your turn to hand out candy. D29. What happened here?! D30. That costume/makeup is weirdly hot on you. D31. Must everything be pumpkin spice? There are better flavors. D32. Will you shut up? I can’t hear the others. D33. I think we lost them. D34. You know, they say virgins have the best chance of surviving.  D35. That tickles. That’s not me. D36. A stormy Halloween night. How cliche. D37. I’m turning the light off. If one more trick or treater interrupts I’m gonna explode. D38. You’ve got the costume on. Get into character. D39. Did...did that doll just move? D40. I think you’ve had a bit too much spiked cider. That cider was spiked?! D41. Our house is NOT haunted. Shut up. D42. This...isn’t a costume, is it? D43. Let’s play Halloween would you rather! D44. I hate this. Let’s just go home! D45. Are you attracted to *insert character/costume here*? D46. Okay, time to hit the streets. I got the wagon full of beer and the kids are in their costumes. D47. Hold on. I didn’t take these photos. D48. Wake up! D49. What happened to the others? D50. I love to hear you scream.

Locations

L1. Haunted/abandoned house L2. Graveyard/cemetery  L3. Pumpkin patch L4. Corn maze L5. Abandoned asylum/hospital L6. Mysterious small town L7. Halloween party L8. In the woods (requester’s choice for cabin or no cabin) L9. Bonfire L10. A secluded country road L11. A very old library L12. School (college or university) L13. Nightclub L14. Studio/set L15. Your/their house

Objects

O1. Mask O2: Jack-o-lantern/pumpkin (requester’s choice) O3. Witch’s hat and/or broom O4. Candy bar O5. Apples O6. Full/harvest moon O7. Falling leaves O8. Cauldron O9. Ouija board O10. Bloody weapon (requester’s choice)

Happy Halloween my darlings!