#Taron Fanfic

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I Was Born To Love You

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Here is the last part to this Robyn and Taron story. I will be back with another one in the future. I an currently writing it and as soon as its done I will post it.

Thanks so much for the love and comments

Suze xx

15

“For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.”

Taron took his hands from Robyn’s pockets and grinned towards his stylist. “Well Stella, you have impeccable timing as always. I thought you were not coming until four.”

“Taron it is four.”

Robyn looked to her watch. “It is actually three fifty three.” She corrected. “You are seven minutes early.”

The stylist, dressed in a gold pleated long skirt and white sleeveless blouse walked towards them. “Better early than late I always say and seven minutes? Not a lot of time.”

Robyn chuckled. “Seven minutes is plenty of time, believe me.” She loved the rose blush that quickly filled Taron’s cheeks. “But I guess we should let you in seeing as how you are here. It would be rude to leave you in the hallway.”

“Robyn Quinn I have missed you.” Stella stepped over to her to hug her tightly, kissing both cheeks. “A tan suits you so well. You look fabulous.”

“Thank you Stella. It is always lovely to see you too.”

Taron took the card key from his pocket and opened their hotel room door, holding it to let them in. “No Miles today?” He asked.

“Oh Miles is here and Millie.” She informed him as she walked into the room. “They are getting the bits from the car. Now, let me take a proper look at the two of you.” Once they had the door closed, they stood together, Stella walking around them both. “That is going Taron.” She said with a disapproving look, gently cupping his chin.

“Can’t some of it stay?” Robyn asked hopefully.

Stella shook her head. “Absolutely not. It may not be Taron’s red carpet but it is still a red-carpet event and a clean save is essential for a red-carpet.”

Taron lightly laughed on hearing Robyn’s sigh. He was used to those words by his stylist and knew she would always insist on a clean shave for an appearance. Robyn definitely loved his much scruffier look and he had enjoyed not having to shave for the last few days.

“You both look wonderful and that new love glow definitely suits the two of you.” She walked around them once more. “Two hours? What was I thinking. Nearly not enough time to get you ready. Right, Robyn go and sit at the make-up table, Taron in the seats by the window.” There were four quick raps on the hotel room door and Stella walked over to open it. “Come in, come in.” She called and Miles and Millie walked in, Miles carrying two garment bags while Milie pulled a case behind her. “And why are you both still standing? Shoo!” She gave the couple a little push with a smile.

“Do I get to see what my outfit is?” Robyn asked, her eyes on the garment bag which was hung up on the outside of the wardrobe door.

“Doubting me Miss Quinn?” Stella asked her arms folding over her chest.

“Never.” Robyn answered quickly. “But I would like to know what I have gotten myself into.”

Stella’s grin grew. “Taron has a suit.”

“Well I didn’t think he was going to be squeezed into a backless dress.” Robyn joked. “And me?” She asked a little worried. “It’s not another backless dress, is it?”

Stella shook her head. “Not for a few years.” She replied. “I always style my clients in something different each time and never repeat the same look for at least two years so no backless dress this time.” She walked over and picked up one of the garment bags. “I do believe the last time I saw you, I promised you a pants suit.”

“A pants suit!” Robyn’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Of sorts.” She placed the garment bag on the bed and zipped it open, taking out the item of clothing inside. “I picked this stunning pale pink colour, knowing you were going to have this gorgeous tan which would suit it perfectly and it is more of a jumpsuit then a pants suit.” Stella laid the jumpsuit on the bed. “Wide trouser legs with a fitted waist, it has a sweetheart neck line which I know suits you so well and the thin spaghetti straps keep it up, so you don’t have to worry about invisible tape.” Stella winked.

“It’s beautiful.” Robyn ran her hand down the trousers leg, the material a gorgeous soft satin.

“I knew you would like it.”

“You always get it right.”

“And if I didn’t I would be terrible at my job. I have paired it with some simple open toe heels and I really need to ask you now about tan lines.” Her face turned serious. “Because if you have bikini tan lines, I am walking out of this room now and will never style you again.”

Robyn laughed and shook her head, hearing Taron chuckle beside her. “Not even one on my back Stella so you don’t have to worry.” The stylist rose an eyebrow her way. “I hate an obvious tan line. Some are not avoidable but others, very easily so.” Robyn replied to her look of doubt. “See.” She pulled at the v neck of her t-shirt bringing her bra strap with her. “Not one in sight.”

“You are a dream!” Stella exclaimed. “I had another dress just in case but I desperately wanted you to wear this.”

“This is perfect.”

“I agree.” Taron said. “On both counts. The tan lines and the jump suit but maybe I can have a peak at what I have to wear too?”

Stella turned to Taron. “Mr Egerton, do you have any tan lines that I need to be weary of?”

“None that should stop me wearing whatever is in that bag.”

Stella gave his cheeks a playful pinch and after hanging Robyn’s outfit up, took down Taron’s bag. “A suit.” She confirmed as she opened the bag. “Dark grey trousers and waistcoat to match, a pale pink shirt which matches Robyn’s outfit and a darker pink tie. I left the jacket off as the weather is a little warm.”

Taron nodded with a little smile. “It’s perfect Stella. Thank you. As always, you get it right.”

“Of course I do!” She beamed. “Now, enough chit chat. We have a red-carpet to get ready for.” She ushered Taron to the chair at the window, leading Robyn to the chair at the make-up table. Standing behind her, she ran her hands through the Irish woman’s hair. “I am thinking an up style tonight. Last time it was curled and down. Maybe a side plait?”

Robyn nodded. “I love a plait.”

“And make up, not much needed at all. You Miss Quinn, are golden already with this sun tan.”

Her words made Robyn’s smile grow wider. “It will last about a week and then fade.”

“Then we had better show it off to the world.”

Stella distracted herself getting set up with pallets and brushes, placing them all on the table in front of the mirror, Robyn watching Taron’s reflection as Miles covered his shoulders in a black cloak. She knew exactly what it was for and her heart sank a little at the thought of his clean-shaven jaw and while she loved Taron with stubble or no stubble, she just wanted to have one more kiss with him before it was gone. On her feet quickly, ignoring Stella’s calls of protest, she walked over to him and grabbed his hand, yanking him up from the chair, his face in surprise.

“Robyn…” His voice was drowned out by Stella’s which was then drowned out by Robyn’s.

“I need two of my seven minutes.” She said firmly opening the bathroom door and giving Taron a push inside. “Maybe three.” She winked to Stella, closing the door behind her.

Taron’s smile was stunning, his eyes bright in the lights of the bathroom. “You are terrible Miss Quinn.”

Robyn pulled on his cloak, making him step closer to her. “I need one more kiss before you are red carpet ready.”

Four minutes later, Robyn sat back on her chair, shrugging at the stylist. “I took liberalities and an extra minute.”

Stella gently took her chin in her hands. “So much for no make-up Robyn. I now have some red marks to cover up but you may have saved me from picking a lipstick. You must stay put. I only have one hour and forty-five minutes now.”

“I won’t move.” She replied but her eyes were locked on Taron’s as he smirked at her in the refection of the glass mirror. “Not a peep either.”

Satisfied when Robyn zipped her lips, Stella nodded towards Millie, who came over to start on Robyn’s hair, while at the window, Miles was starting the process of Taron’s shave.

Exactly one hour and forty-four minutes later, Stella added one last spritz of hair spray to Robyn’s hair, then brushing some invisible specks from Taron’s shoulders, stood back to admire the couple. “First appearance together as a couple?” She asked.

“First one.” Taron confirmed as he held out his phone to her. “Would you? I am sure Robyn has a space she needs to fill on her photo wall.”

Stella snapped a quick photo of Robyn’s smile at Taron as he looked sideways at her, before she made them pose over and over, the phone ringing in her hand stopping her.

“That’s our ride.” He said taking the phone from Stella and answering the call.

“You two go and have fun. We will clean up here and it will be like we never step foot in the place.”

Robyn gave Stella a tight hug, despite her protests of creasing her jumpsuit and once she had her clutch and double checked it for what she needed to bring, took Taron’s hand and they made their way out of the hotel and into the blacked-out car.

“I don’t have to do any interviews cariad.” Taron said as they were a block away from the theatre. “A photo or two and then done.”

“Sounds perfect.” 

“Then we can just go inside and find our seats. Hugh made sure we had ones right in the centre of the theatre.”

“Sounds even better.”

“The perfect view and optimum position for singing along.” He chuckled.

“There will be none of that.” Robyn blushed. “There was plenty earlier on.”

“Robyn…” Taron turned in his seat to look at her. “Really? No singing? You?”

She gently gave his thigh a poke. “Ok maybe quiet singing.” She turned to him so she could fix his tie. He looked very handsome in his waistcoat and pink shirt, his jaw smooth, his hair neatly gelled back.

Taron laughed at her. “Quiet singing indeed.” He kissed her temple, his lips lingering on her skin. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” She replied as the car stopped.

They had already decided as they travelled to New York on the plane, that they were just going to be themselves, and hold hands and let whatever happens happen. They had such luck with the media over the last year, they felt no need to hide anything when they were in public, knowing at some point, photos were going to be posted and questions were going to be asked, so getting out of the car, Taron held his hand out for Robyn and didn’t let go until they posed for a photo in front of the RENT sign, his hand slipping around her waist instead. Many photos were taken as they stood together and Robyn’s hand tickling his side, made his smile last longer than his patience for the constant calling of his names, their pace easy as they strolled towards the entrance of the theatre.

In their seats, Robyn was buzzing with excitement and the performance did not let her down. The cast were phenomenal in every way possible and she told Hugh so when they went backstage to congratulate him, still on a high as they got back to the hotel a few hours later. She kicked off her shoes and threw herself onto the bed, grinning as Taron copied her, his tie long gone and top buttons of his shirt open. She snuggled into him, her right hand gently stroking his left jaw.

“Best night.” She whispered.

“It was pretty great.” He agreed, his left hand running around her back slowly.

“So tomorrow I get to plan everything right?”

“Robyn…” He lightly tickled her side. “Yes tomorrow you can plan everything and we will go the ticket booth to see if we can get to another show.” He giggled as she lifted her body so she could place little kisses all over his face. “I guess that’s a yes then?”

They blended into the busy streets of New York the next day, no one paying them any attention at all and even when the photos appeared online of them hand in hand together at the opening night of Rent, Taron didn’t feel the usual guilt and nerves that came when their picture appeared on social media. Instead, his stomach turned with butterflies and a beautiful feeling of love for the woman who made the smile permanent on his face. Lindsey had given him a quick call about the photos and gossip and rumours online, surprised at how calm her usual panicked Taron was, telling Lindsey that he was ok with it all, asking her opinion about posting a photo on his own social media.

“It’s a beautiful photo, love.” Tina told him, two days later when her son and Robyn sat in her kitchen in Aberystwyth, catching up with each other.

“It’s the first one we ever took with each other.” Taron explained to his mam, his hand reaching for Robyn’s hand across the table. “It just felt like the right one, and the right time.”

He hadn’t even thought twice about it, asking Robyn if she was ok with his photo. Her kiss told him everything he needed to know and as she started to pack up their cases to leave New York, Taron sat on the bed and thought long and hard about the words he wanted under the photo. He had typed up an essay before he erased every word and wrote ‘My best friend, my love, my cariad’ under the photo instead. He still cringed at how bruised his face was in the picture, the black eye and steri-strips on head his head a reminder of how they met, what they had been through and how far they had come and how much love and respect he had for Robyn. It was why he wanted to post the photo. To let the world know before the speculation started, to stop hiding and to trust in what he had with Robyn. Pressing ‘done’, the photo uploaded in an instant and the comments came in even quicker.

“And the comments have been really lovely to read.” Robyn said avoiding Taron’s eye and looking to Tina. “The fans have been so nice and the photos from New York…”

“Where you both looked fabulous as always.” Tina interrupted, ignoring her son’s eye roll.

Robyn chuckled at his face, giving his hand a squeeze which she was still holding. “The photos from New York were fabulous.” She agreed. “And hopefully any future appearances will be just as positive.”

“I am sure they will Robyn.” Tina comforted. “You two have had this connection and understanding with the media since you met and together you two, as corny as it sounds, you can do anything.”

A little shy smile filled Robyn’s lips, while Taron’s cheeks blushed slightly, both saved from giving an answer when Mari rang into the kitchen.

“Robyn, you promised me the next time and now is the next time so can we please practise together?” She held up the tin whistle.

Getting to her feet, Robyn leaned into given Taron’s temple a kiss. “We will take it outside. Don’t tell your mam everything we did on holiday.” She winked leaving hand in hand with Mari.

Taron watched until she out of his eye line, a little sigh leaving his lips, turning to look at his mother who was beaming at him. “Ah mam, stop it.”

“Stop what.”

“That! That look. It’s just Robyn.”

“Well love when you get that look from your face, I will get the one from mine.” She covered his two hands with her own. “Have I told you how much I adore her?”

Taron shook his head. “Only three times since I got home.”

Tina laughed. “So how was it? And contrary to what Robyn suggested, I want all the details.”

“It was the most perfect holiday.” His smile grew. “To get that time together and alone was everything and more.”

“And the 7/11?” Tina cautiously asked.

Taron’s eyes closed and he felt his mam’s grip on his hands tighten. “It was horribly terrifying but such a weight has been lifted from both our shoulders. I feel like we can actually move on now.”

“And you went swimming, in the pool.”

Taron shook his head with a grin. “It was a holiday of complete healing.”

“And you and Robyn?”

“Mam…”

“What? I am your mother. It is my right to ask and know and be nosey.”

Taron leaned in to kiss her cheek, his arms wrapping around her for a hug. “She is the most beautiful person inside and out and I am the luckiest man in the world to have her in my life and her love and I do not want her to go on Sunday.”

Tina hugged her son tight, feeling his body sag a little. “The distance is always hard love, you have known that from the first time you said goodbye to her, and of course this time will be much more emotional but the love you two have for each other will always be strong enough to see you through and I am sure you will have another visit planned before you know it.”

Taron nodded into his mam’s shoulder. “I know, I know.”

Tina took her hands from his back and as he left the hug, placed them on his cheeks. “You have always managed to see each other and you still will and each time will be even more special.”

“Thanks mam.”

Tina placed a kiss on his forehead. “Anytime.”

“Mam I did it!” Mari came running into the kitchen. “I played the song and I played it with no mistakes.” Robyn was strolling after her, Rosie by her side.

“Well of course you did.” Tina beamed, giving her daughter a hug. “You have the best teacher.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Robyn replied. “She knew most of it herself. A few tricks along the way helped her out.” She stood beside Taron, her hand on his shoulder. “She’ll be a pro soon.”

“So are you two going to stay for dinner or do you have plans for the evening?” Tina asked.

“We would love to stay for dinner.” Robyn answered, Taron’s concentration engrossed in his phone. “It would be nice to have a family catch up.”

“Love?” Tina rapped the table in front of her son. “Anyone home?”

Taron looked up from his phone, to see four faces staring at him. “Oh sorry. Elton was messaging me.”

“Dinner, tonight?” Tina asked, ignoring his words about Elton.

Taron looked over his shoulder to Robyn. “I have already accepted the invite.”

“Perfect.” Looking to his mother, he nodded. “Please.”

“Great.” She sighed as her son’s attention was in his phone again. “Taron…”

He looked up and bit his lip. “Sorry, sorry. I was just…” His phone dinged and he looked down, then turning his chair to Robyn. “So, any plans for October?” He asked. “Because, we have been invited to Elton’s AID’s foundation party and this time, he wants to make sure you can come for the whole weekend and is giving ample notice.”

Robyn’s smile grew. “Date?”

“October 6thth.”

“Tell him I would love to.”

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Talk To Me

[Eggsy Unwin x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: With your boyfriend sneaking out 24/7 and always returning with carefully concealed injuries, it's only natural to be concerned.

WC: 3033

Category: Slight Angst + Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

I watched Carry-On last night (10/10 so good), and it got me re-thinking about one of my favorite films. Kingsman supremacy 🙌

『••✎••』

You loved Eggsy. Dearly. Truly.

You loved him so much that sometimes it scared you. How fiercely your heart clung to his smile, how tenderly your hands always seemed to reach for his, how naturally your entire world had shifted around him without you even realizing it. He was yours—scruffy, sweet Eggsy Unwin—and you believed you knew him. At least, you thought you did.

But then, the nights started.

At first, you didn’t think much of it. Everyone had their own struggles, and Eggsy never struck you as someone who’d open up easily about his. He’d always been the type to handle his own problems, to wear his hardships like armor rather than show them. But that was before the late-night disappearances, before the quiet footsteps across your floorboards, before you’d wake up in a cold bed at 3 a.m. to find him gone.

It didn’t happen all at once. It was gradual—so gradual you could almost convince yourself you were imagining it. One night turned into two. Two turned into a week. And before long, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

The first time you tried to confront him, you did it gently. You’d asked him if everything was okay, masking your concern with casual curiosity. "You seem really tired lately, Eggsy. Is work being a pain?"

Eggsy had smiled, all teeth and dimples, and said, "Nah, luv. Just gotta lot on my plate, s’all."

You believed him because you wanted to.

But then there were the bruises.

The first one you noticed was along his jaw, faint and shadowed under the soft light of your kitchen. He’d winced when you kissed him there, just a tiny twitch of his lips, but enough to make you pull back. "You alright?" you’d asked.

Eggsy had waved you off. "Yeah, yeah, fine."

"Fine."

The word had felt too tight on his tongue, too forced. But you’d let it go because that’s what you did when someone you loved was hurting. You gave them space.

Except the bruises kept coming, each one a little harder to miss than the last. The faint cut above his brow, the stiffness in his shoulders when you hugged him, the way he’d flinch—just barely—when your fingers brushed against his ribs. And you noticed. Of course, you did. How could you not?

There was the other stuff, too. The sudden shift in his wardrobe. Gone were the trainers and bomber jackets, replaced with sharp suits and polished shoes. He’d started wearing glasses—ridiculous little round things that didn’t even have a prescription—and he carried himself differently now. Straighter. More serious. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the change. You did. Eggsy looked good in a suit, and you’d told him as much. But it was the why that lingered in the back of your mind.

Everything about him was changing, and yet you were still supposed to believe he was fine.

You weren’t stupid.

And so tonight, when you’d felt him slip out of bed yet again, something inside you had snapped. Enough was enough.

You stayed awake, feigning sleep as you listened to him shuffle around the room. You heard the soft clink of his belt buckle, the muted sound of a zipper, and then the quiet groan he let out as he bent to tie his shoes. He was trying to be quiet, but you could feel his movements, his tension, the exhaustion radiating off of him like smoke.

The front door closed behind him.

For a moment, you thought about following him. Your mind painted a dozen possibilities—none of them good—and the urge to know was almost overwhelming. But something held you back. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was the sick feeling that if you saw what Eggsy was hiding, you wouldn’t be able to unsee it.

So, instead, you stayed. You waited.

And you waited.

Hours slipped by, the quiet hum of the room punctuated only by the ticking of the clock and the occasional thump of your restless heartbeat. You sat in the darkness, curled up on the couch with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company.

It was almost dawn when you heard it—the sound of keys fumbling at the door.

Your breath caught as the door swung open, and there he was. Eggsy. Exhausted, disheveled, and dragging himself inside like he’d just run a marathon. He tripped over the shoes you’d left by the door, letting out a hushed curse as he stumbled and caught himself on the wall. "For fuck’s sake…"

You watched him for a long moment, your heart twisting. His shoulders were slumped, his face pale under the bruises, and there was an air of defeat clinging to him that you’d never seen before.

Your hand hovered over the lamp beside you.

Click.

Light flooded the room.

Eggsy froze. His wide, tired eyes met yours, and for a second, neither of you said anything.

"…Where were you?"

Your voice came out steady—colder than you intended—but you didn’t care. You needed answers.

Eggsy straightened up, wincing slightly as he did, and ran a hand through his messy hair. "What’re you doin’ awake?"

"Where were you, Eggsy?" you repeated, softer this time.

He opened his mouth to answer, but you saw the hesitation in his eyes. That flicker of guilt, of indecision. And it hurt.

You watched him—really watched him—take in the situation, his gaze darting from you to the lamp and back again. He looked so tired, the dark circles under his eyes stark against the pale exhaustion in his face. His bottom lip pulled tight between his teeth, and for a fleeting moment, you thought he might lie to you.

He always did that when he was nervous, chewing his lip like he was trying to hold the words inside.

And then he sighed.

"Look, luv—"

"No." You cut him off, surprising even yourself with the sharpness in your voice. Your heart was pounding now, a steady thud in your chest, and you swallowed the knot rising in your throat. "Don’t 'look, love' me, Eggsy. I’ve given you space. I’ve ignored the bruises. I’ve let you—whatever this is—carry on without question. But not anymore."

Eggsy’s mouth closed. He shifted on his feet, his wince almost imperceptible, but you caught it. You always caught it.

"Are you hurt?" you asked, voice trembling slightly despite the resolve you tried to hold. Your eyes dropped to the faint, bloodied scrape on his knuckles and the stiff way he held his side. "Jesus, Eggsy…"

"I’m fine." The words came out fast—too fast—and though they were meant to be firm, they only sounded hollow.

You flinched like the word was a slap. "You’re not fine."

He sighed again, this time deeper, and rubbed a hand over his face. "It’s complicated."

"Complicated?" you echoed, your voice pitching with disbelief. "Complicated is when you forget an anniversary or don’t know how to split rent. This isn’t complicated, Eggsy—this is you sneaking out in the middle of the night and coming home bruised and battered, and I’m scared."

There it was. The confession you’d been holding back. The thing that had been gnawing at you for weeks, clawing at your chest every time he slipped away. Your voice broke slightly, the words tumbling out like a dam had burst, and Eggsy’s face softened in a way that almost broke you.

You could see the guilt then, raw and unguarded, etched into the lines of his expression. He took a cautious step forward, but you held up a hand, needing the space to breathe.

"Do you…" Your voice faltered. You didn’t want to say it—didn’t want to voice the fear that had whispered in your mind during the loneliest hours of those nights. “Do you not trust me, Eggsy? Is there something you can’t tell me?”

Eggsy’s head snapped up at that, his brow knitting as if you’d insulted him. "What? No. No, it’s not like that."

"Then what is it?" Your voice cracked, and for the first time since this all started, you felt your eyes sting with tears. "Because I’m running out of scenarios, Eggsy. I thought maybe… maybe it was someone else, maybe you’d stopped loving me. But then I’d see the bruises, and I’d hear you groaning in your sleep, and…" You trailed off, pressing a hand to your forehead. "I can’t keep pretending everything’s fine when you’re falling apart right in front of me."

The room was silent save for your quiet, unsteady breaths. For a moment, you thought Eggsy wouldn’t answer, that he’d slip into that shell of his again and leave you stranded in this mess of unanswered questions.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he crossed the room in two quick strides, cupped your face in his hands, and kissed you.

It wasn’t a soft kiss—not like the ones he’d give you after long days or lazy mornings. It was desperate and grounding, like he needed to make sure you were real and that you still loved him despite everything. You froze for half a second, caught off guard by the sudden warmth of his lips on yours before you melted into it. Your hands gripped his wrists, holding onto him like an anchor as your heart hammered against your ribcage.

When he finally pulled away, you stared at him, breathless and reeling.

"Eggsy—"

"I’m sorry," he muttered, his forehead resting gently against yours. "I didn’t… I didn’t mean to make you think that. Any of that." His voice was low and earnest, the accent softening as the words spilled out. "You’re the only good thing in my life, alright? The only thing that keeps me goin’. It ain’t you—it’s me. I’m just… I’m tryin’ to keep you safe."

"Safe?" Your brows furrowed as you leaned back to look at him. "Safe from what, Eggsy?"

He hesitated. You could see the war playing out in his eyes—the push and pull of wanting to tell you the truth but still trying to protect you from it. He was holding something back; you knew that much. Something big.

Finally, he exhaled slowly. "It’s work. The bruises, the nights—I can’t tell you everything, but you gotta trust me when I say I’m doin’ it for you. For us."

"Eggsy…"

His thumb brushed along your cheek, and you realized then that you were crying—just a little.

"You’re right," he admitted softly, the words heavy with guilt. "I shoulda told you somethin’. Not everythin’, but… somethin’. I just didn’t want you to worry, love. Didn’t want you to see this part o’ me." He smiled faintly, the corners of his lips tilting upward. "You deserve better than this mess."

You stared at him, the boy who had somehow become a man without you noticing. His rough edges were still there—still scrappy, still stubborn—but there was something more now, too. He carried weight on his shoulders, weight he hadn’t let you see until tonight.

"I don’t care about the mess," you whispered, your hands sliding down to hold his. "I care about you. And if you’re hurting, I want to know. I want to help."

Eggsy blinked at you like he wasn’t sure he deserved to hear that. Then he pulled you into his arms, wrapping you up tightly as if trying to shield you from the rest of the world.

"You’re mental, you know that?" he mumbled into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. "Too good for me, you are."

Eggsy was warm against you, his arms solid and grounding, but you couldn’t let yourself melt into it—not entirely. Not when you could still feel the lingering tremor in his body, the careful way he was holding you like he was afraid of falling apart completely if he let go.

So you didn’t let it slide. Not this time.

You pulled back slightly, enough to look at him, your hands sliding to rest against his chest. He avoided your eyes for a beat too long, gaze flicking toward the floor as if the answers to all of your questions were scattered across the floorboards.

"Eggsy," you said softly, forcing him to look at you. "You’re doing it again."

His brows furrowed slightly. "Doin’ what?"

"Avoiding." You swallowed hard, your voice gentle but firm. "You keep saying you’re trying to protect me, but from what? From you? From whatever it is you’ve gotten yourself into? I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with half-truths and cryptic excuses."

He didn’t answer. His jaw clenched, his lips pressing into a tight line as the silence stretched between you like a taut wire. You watched him, the Eggsy you knew—the one who laughed too loudly, who lit up rooms with his smile—hidden behind this new, heavier version of himself. A man weighed down by secrets you weren’t allowed to touch.

You felt your throat tighten. "If you’re in trouble, I need to know."

"I’m not—"

"Gary." You said his name softly, but with enough weight that he stopped, his shoulders sagging just a little under your gaze. You could see the walls going back up, the way his expression started to close off again, and your heart ached. This wasn’t about control. It wasn’t about digging into things he didn’t want to share. This was about him—the man you loved. The man standing in front of you with bruises and exhaustion, painting him in shades of worry and pain you didn’t recognize.

"I love you," you whispered, the words breaking through the quiet. His head snapped up, his eyes finally locking onto yours. "I love you, Eggsy. But this—" you gestured gently between the two of you "—this isn’t fair. You don’t get to shoulder all of this alone. Not when I’m right here."

You could see the cracks in his resolve then, the guilt splintering through his expression like fractures in glass. Eggsy exhaled, a heavy breath that deflated his entire posture, and he reached up to cup your cheek again, his thumb brushing faintly at the tears still lingering there.

"It ain’t trouble," he muttered after a long pause, his voice low and rough like gravel. "Not like you’re thinkin’. I ain’t into anythin’ shady, I swear."

"Then what is it?" you asked softly. "Please, Eggsy. I’m not leaving. I’m not running. I just need to know what’s doing this to you."

He hesitated again, clearly grappling with something you couldn’t see. For the briefest moment, you thought he might tell you—might rip off the Band-Aid and let you into whatever world he’d been keeping you out of. But then, as if on instinct, he sighed and shook his head, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before resting his own against it again.

"You don’t wanna know, luv," he murmured, voice so soft it nearly disappeared into the space between you. "I promise you don’t."

You stared at him, your heart twisting painfully. You could feel it now—the invisible door he was trying to close, to lock between you—and the worst part was, you knew he thought he was doing the right thing. He thought he was protecting you.

But all you felt was the sting of being shut out.

"This isn’t fair," you said again, your voice trembling slightly. "You don’t get to decide what I can and can’t handle, Eggsy."

His lips parted slightly, and for once, he didn’t have a rebuttal. He just looked at you—really looked at you—as if weighing the woman in front of him against whatever dark reality he’d been hiding.

"I can handle it," you pressed, your voice steady this time. "Whatever it is, I can handle it. I can handle you."

Eggsy pulled back slightly, his hands slipping to your shoulders. There was a flicker of conflict in his eyes, and for the first time that night, you saw a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface. "It ain’t about you not bein’ strong enough," he said finally, his words slow and deliberate. "It’s about me not wantin’ you to see the worst parts of what I do."

"What you do?" you repeated carefully, and you saw him flinch—just barely—like he’d said too much.

"Eggsy, I don’t…"

He let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his messy hair. "Jesus Christ, I’m shite at this."

Your eyes searched his. Part of you wanted to press further—to keep pushing until the dam broke—but the other part could see his exhaustion, the way he was leaning slightly against the counter like his legs were struggling to hold him up. He looked so tired. So defeated. And you hated it.

You let out a soft sigh, taking his hand and lacing your fingers through his.

He stiffened.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. There was a question lingering between you, the same one you knew he was struggling to answer.

Tell her.

Don't.

It felt like an eternity had passed when you finally said his name, squeezing his hand gently.

His gaze lifted to yours.

And you let it go.

You didn't push. You didn't demand. You didn't ask. Because this wasn't a fight, you were going to win.

He wasn't ready.

So, instead, you just said, "Promise me something."

"Yeah?"

You hesitated, the words feeling heavier on your tongue than they had any right to be. You swallowed the lump rising in your throat and whispered, "Promise me you’ll come home."

Eggsy stilled.

It wasn't much of a request—more of a desperate hope that this wasn't all leading to some unavoidable ending you weren't ready for. It was an offer of surrender. A silent, exhausted plea to put the pieces back together, to stitch up the cracks before they could break.

He studied you, his tired eyes roaming over the lines of your face as if he could read the question lingering there.

And then he pulled you into his arms, a hand cradling the back of your head. You felt the warmth of his embrace, the weight of his body against yours, and your arms wrapped around him as tightly as you could. For a second, you weren’t sure if he would answer. If he even could.

And then, in the softest voice you'd ever heard, he whispered, "Always."

"For you, always."

[storiesforallfandoms]

something about a man in uniform ~ ethan kopek;carry-on

word count: 2122

request?: no

description: in which nothing turns her on more than seeing her boyfriend in his uniform

pairing: ethan kopek x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (dom!ethan, face fucking, a lil rough, praise, lil bit of a breeding kink), FULLY just porn without a plot because my brain chemistry changed after seeing taron in carry-on

masterlist (one, two, three)

It was so late you were struggling to keep your eyes open when the front door opened and slammed shut. You sat up, trying to wake yourself up enough to greet your boyfriend. He came around the corner and let out a heavy sigh, throwing his bag onto the floor.

"Welcome home," you said, sleepily.

"Sorry I'm so late getting home," he sighed. "We had an issue in my line and Sarkowski made me stay till it was figured out."

"What happened?"

Your eyes followed Ethan's hands as he started to unbutton his uniform shirt. Suddenly, you were very awake.

"Some idiot with a huge bottle of sunscreen in his carry on got flagged. When I went to do a search of his bag, he starts freaking out. Causes a huge scene and has to be detained. Since it was my line, Sarkowski made me be there for his whole interrogation and shit. The guy refused to cooperate, so we were there for hours until we finally found out it was just a stupid sunscreen bottle."

Ethan had been pacing while he talked. He had finished unbuttoning his shirt, now letting it hang open with his black under shirt on display. He stopped pacing when he noticed your silence. He thought maybe you had fallen asleep, but instead when he turned to look at you, he found you staring. It was like you were hypnotized, staring blankly at him; at his body.

He smirked then moved to stand directly in front of you. He put his fingers against your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. "Like what you see?"

You blinked out of your daze. Heat from embarrassment crept up your face. "Sorry. I was...distracted."

"Yeah. I noticed. What's got you so distracted?"

You swallowed. You weren't exactly sure how to tell him that seeing him in uniform turned you on.

You weren't the only person in the world who found uniforms attractive. That was definitely an an uncommon thing. There was just something slightly embarrassing to you about having to admit to your own boyfriend that seeing him in his work uniform really turned you on. No matter how often you saw it, every time Ethan would pull on his blue TSA shirt and tuck it into his dress pants, you'd feel a tingling sensation between your legs.

When you took too long to answer, Ethan leaned over you. He put his hands on the back of the couch, on either side of your body. You were trapped, no choice but to look in his eyes.

"Do you like seeing me in my uniform, pretty girl?" he asked.

You were at a loss for words, so you just nodded. At the same time, Ethan shook his head. "No, no. Use your words, pretty girl."

"Y-yes," you managed.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I like seeing you in your uniform."

He was still smirking. "Good girl."

Before your brain had much time to grasp (or rather, short circuit because of) that comment, his lips were on yours. He was kissing you with a kind of passion and hunger that lit a fire in you. It was the kind of kiss that bruised your lips, that lit your body aflame. One of his hands moved to cup your cheek. It was gentle, a juxtaposition to the way he was kissing you.

His hand moved from your face to his belt. He pulled away from the kiss to stand over you again. Your heart was racing as you watched him undo his belt, and then his dress pants. You could see the outline of his dick through his boxers, and he was already rock hard. His hand moved to take yours and placed it against the bulge. You instinctively started palming his length. His head lulled back, a low moan escaping from his lips.

"Don't tease, baby," he said.

There was a bit of a stern tone to Ethan's voice that made you clench your thighs. You had tried some sub-dom scenarios before, which you had really enjoyed, but this was different. This was not a planned moment of dominance. This whole situation was entirely spontaneous (not that you ever planned the times you had sex). And it was so fucking hot.

You slid off the couch onto your knees in front of Ethan. You reached for his boxers, pulling them down to his mid thigh. His cock sprang free, standing at attention for you. You took hold of the base and pumped a few times. You weren't about to tease him, but the moans from him as you stroked his cock were so delicious.

When you wrapped your lips around his tip, his hips immediately bucked forward, shoving himself further down your throat. You knew it wasn't on purpose and he wasn't trying to make you gag or anything, but you still couldn't help but try to move away from him due to the sudden intrusion. To your surprise, Ethan took hold of your hair and pushed you down onto his length again. His hips started moving, not enough to gag you but enough that he was completely fucking your face. You looked up at him through your eyelashes. He was still in his uniform shirt, which somehow turned you on even more. His eyes were closed and his bottom lip was between his teeth, muffled grunts slipping from his mouth.

You could feel your own slick between your legs, pooling in your underwear. You held onto Ethan's thighs, bracing yourself for every inward thrust. Drool was starting to drip down your chin and onto the floor between your legs. You watched Ethan's head tilt down to look at you. His blue eyes met yours, and they were so clouded with lust. He loosened his grip on your hair to move his hand to your face, gently cupping your cheek again.

When he pulled himself out of your mouth, you tried to chase him. He pulled you to your feet instead, hungrily kissing you again. His hands desperately grabbed at you wherever he could, pressing himself as close to you as he could.

"Off," he muttered against your lips, his hands reaching for your pajama top. He broke away from you to pull it up over your head and tossed it somewhere behind him. He gently pushed you down onto the couch, grabbing for your pajama bottoms next. "These too." You lifted your hips so he could pull the bottoms and your underwear off, discarding it with your shirt.

You were left completely bare, trembling under his gaze. He pushed his boxers down and kicked them to the side. You were watching him take off his uniform shirt when he paused and made a gesture for you to turn around.

"On your knees," he commanded.

You did as he said; turning yourself around so you were braced against the back of the couch, perched up on your knees with your ass raised to him. You heard the last of his clothes hit the floor before feeling his presence behind you. You yelped at the quick sting of his hand against one of your ass cheeks, before he was pulling that same ass cheek open. He ran his cock between your wet folds, teasing you. You moaned at the feeling of his hot tip against your clit. You weren't sure how long you'd be able to last through the teasing.

When he finally pushed past your entrance, you almost sighed with relief. He pushed himself into you very slowly, letting you feel every inch of him as he filled you up. You put your head into your arms, moaning at the feeling of him inside of you. Ethan's hand ran up your back and to your hair again. You gasped at the sting of his hand closing around your hair, pulling hard at the strands until your head was tipped back.

"Don't you dare try to be quiet," he growled. "I want to hear how good I make you."

He pulled out just a little, before snapping his hips forward, driving himself back into you. You cried out in pleasure. Ethan decided this was the perfect pace: brutally drilling into you while he still had a hold on your hair. You were nearly bent in half, pushing yourself up from the back of the couch as much as you could. Part of you was concerned about potentially breaking the couch with how roughly Ethan was fucking you, but a bigger part of you didn't care. All you could think about was the feeling of Ethan's cock abusing your g spot.

Your legs soon began to shake, and you felt your orgasm slowly building within you. You tried to tell Ethan that you were close, but any words that came out just sounded like babbling. He pulled you so that your back was flush against his chest, his mouth mere inches from your ear.

"What's that, pretty girl?" he asked.

"C-Close," you managed to get out.

"You're close?" he asked. You nodded. "Do you think you can wait for me, baby? I want to feel you cum on my cock as I fill you with my cum."

You whined in response. You weren't sure if you could wait. Although it wasn't quickly approaching, you didn't think you'd be able to stop yourself when you finally reached your high. You didn't want to wait, either. You were chasing a high you had been working towards the second you saw Ethan's body perfectly framed in that TSA uniform.

"You can do it, baby," he whispered in your ear. "You can wait for me. Wait for me to pump you full of my cum, maybe even plant a baby in there. Would you like that? Would you like it if I put a baby in you, pretty girl?"

You nodded, although you weren't fully comprehending what he was saying. All you could focus on was the feeling of Ethan's body against yours, the feeling of him so deep inside of you, the feeling of his hot breath against your ear, and then his lips on your neck.

Luckily, it didn't take long for Ethan to get close. When he did, he reached between your legs and started to rub circles against your clit. You cried out, both in pleasure and due to the overstimulation. It was enough to tip you over the edge, trembling and moaning, a white hot flash of pleasure ripping through you. Seconds later, you felt Ethan pulse inside of you, coating your walls with his cum. He leaned his head against your shoulder, also shaking as he rode out his high. His hand dropped from your clit and you almost sighed.

Your body quickly fell back into exhaustion. You sleepily slipped out of Ethan's grasp and leaned forward, against the couch. He still had a hold on your hips, but eventually let himself slip out of you. You felt the remnants of him slipping down your thighs. You slowly lowered yourself onto the couch until you were laying down again.

"I guess I should've done this before," you said.

"What do you mean?" Ethan asked.

"Lay down," you responded. "To make sure I didn't let anything run out."

He looked at you in confusion before it dawned on him what you meant. He chuckled a little. "I didn't mean it too literally. I mean, I would like to have a kid with you eventually, and I wouldn't be upset if we found out this is the time it happened, but I don't think I'm completely ready to be a dad yet."

"I won't hold my breath, then."

He chuckled against. He helped you up and to the bathroom so you could take care of the post-sex things, then he helped you to your bed. You settled into the comfortable bedding, laying on your side and curled up a little. Ethan moved behind you, taking you in his arms in the spooning position.

"I didn't go too rough or anything, did I?" he asked.

You shook your head and mumbled a soft, "No."

"Okay. I was a little worried after. I didn't mean to take out my work frustrations on you."

"You can take out any frustrations on me anytime," you mumbled. "But maybe at an earlier hour. I'm exhausted."

He chuckled and kissed your shoulder. "Deal. Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight."

There was a brief moment of silence where both of you began to drift off to sleep. With your last few seconds of consciousness, you managed to say, "Don't forget to get our clothes from the living room in the morning."

The last thing you heard before you fell asleep was Ethan's laugh.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

We Meet Again In Italy - Eggsy Unwin X Female Reader

Title: We Meet Again In Italy

Eggsy Unwin X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's boss, Random character (Alexandra Winslet), Kingsman (Mentioned), and Harry Hart (Mentioned)

| Part 1 |

WC: 4,186

Warnings: Reader is mentioned wearing a dress/heels/makeup, enemies to lovers, banter, flirting, teasing, very brief mention on abuse, some italics, brief mention of crying, slight angst, and fluff

One word to describe Italy is 'breathtaking,' and that couldn't be more true than it was when you walked through the streets of Rome upon your first day there. Everything about Italy seemed so picturesque and beautiful. But you didn't have time to walk around and enjoy the scenery - no matter how much you would have loved to do so - you were on your mission. After the incident in the bookstore in New York, you were determined to get that file back from Eggsy.

"He's been spotted entering his hotel. Hotel Da Vinci." Your boss spoke to you over your earpiece as you sat in the middle of your large hotel bed. That was actually really nice; you might have to invest in a better mattress when you got home. "A message will come to you shortly with the information, along with the address to the gala he is going to be attending tonight."

Pausing, your hand hovering over your paperwork. "Gala?" You knew Eggsy loved to dance, but still. "Why is he going to a gala?" You asked, picking up the couple of pictures you had of Eggsy in various locations back from when you were tailing him in New York.

"He's meeting someone by the name of Alexandra Winslet. We doubt that is her real name, but that's all the information that we got on her."

"A name and a face is all I need." You spoke up, eyes flickering to your phone as a notification popped up. Picking up your phone from beside you on the bed, you unlock it before tapping your messages, slowly scanning the few pictures and documents that you were sent. Stopping at the picture of the supposed Alexandra Winslet, you hummed, tilting your head to the side. "Purple," You muttered, your eyes immediately going to her hair, which was short, cut to just below her chin; in a shade of violet purple. One thing was for sure, you'd have an easy time spotting her in a crowd. Scrolling further, you stopped at the picture of a mansion, surrounded by a fancy iron gate. "I am assuming that this mansion is where the gala is going to be held?"

You watched as the message bubbles popped up before you were sent the address, "Yes," Your boss then spoke, "It's a black-and-white event. Make sure to keep within the dress code. And get that file back. I don’t want any other issues to arise."

Shutting your phone off, you leaned back against the plush, satin headboard, "Sure thing, boss," You sighed, rubbing your forehead with a hand, you kept your hand there as you shut your eyes, "Is there anything else I need to know?"

"We’ll keep you updated." The line went dead.

Huffing, you opened your eyes, blinking as you checked your watch on your wrist. "Well," You muttered to yourself, clicking off your earpiece as you shuffled off the bed, trying not to crumple any of your paperwork and pictures as you did so. "Time to go shopping, I guess."

And so, you found yourself in Milan, which was the same city where the gala was going to be held. Milan was such a lovely place, full of rich, dazzling architecture, just like the rest of the country; it was also quite famous for fashion, especially among wealthy business people and high society alike. And before you knew it, your small shopping spree was finished. With two large bags looped on your arms, you made your way to your rental, and back to your hotel.

Entering your hotel room, you quickly shut the door, locking it before you sped to the bed and placed your bags down. They weren't hurting your arms with their weight, no, but it was what was inside that was important: your dress. Sliding out the white, paper box, you spied the brand name on the top lid, written in black, curvy font. Carefully, you pulled off the lid, feeling a small rush of adrenaline fill your system as you sat the lid to the side, your eyes zoned in on the black folded dress before you. 

Biting your lip, you tried to hide the large grin that was about to spread on your face as you gently took the fabric into your hands. Without a second thought, and seeing that you were right on time, you began to get ready for the gala.

It was around four once you finished getting ready, dressed to the nines and a hint of excitement ran through you. Staring at yourself in the full-length mirror near the bathroom, you turned every which way, your lips curled upward, feeling completely gorgeous. The dress was all-black, the sleeves were off-the-shoulder, the maxi skirt just brushed the floor, and it was made out of the softest velvet that you have ever felt in your entire life. Once you saw the dress on one of the mannequin models, you knew that you had to have it. Brushing your hands down the skirt, you gave yourself one last look; honestly loving the way your red, painted lips stood out amongst the black.

Turning to the bed, you pulled your message bag over, opened the flap, and pulled out a small, wooden rectangular box. You paused, eyes softening as you opened the box's lid, revealing a simple, gold necklace with a single pendant hanging from it. You smiled softly as you gazed at it, remembering the night that he had given it to you. Turning to the mirror once more, you carefully unclasped the necklace, sliding it around your neck before fastening the clasp behind your neck. As you stared at yourself, you started to wonder what he would think. Would he like it? You bit your lip as your fingers grazed over the gold surface, only to shake your head; you shouldn't be thinking like that. It shouldn't even matter what Eggsy thinks. This was a mission. This was your job, your life. You didn't have time for romance or flirtatious games. Not this time around.

Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to turn away from the reflection and looked around your hotel room for your shoes. Finding the box of brand-new gold heels near the door of the bed, you picked up one of them and slipped it onto your foot before slipping on the other heel. Standing straight, you looked into your mirror again, fiddling with your hair before you felt your mind slipping back to him. Growing frustrated with yourself, you glared at your reflection.

"Get the file and leave." You spoke, voice stern, "Don't fall for his tricks again... You don't have time for it. You're on a mission, remember?" You muttered to yourself. You shook your head. You could hear his laughter in your ears, see that grin on his face, that glimmer in his eyes... You gritted your teeth. Closing your eyes tight, you inhaled sharply before opening them, pushing those thoughts away. Raising your hand, you turned on your earpiece with two soft taps, "Sir, I'm ready."

~~~

Pulling up to the mansion, you leaned over slightly to look at it through the front view window. You had done a bit of research on the large home before arriving. Villa Mondadori, an Art Nouveau building. Designed by architect Steno Sioli Legnani for the textile entrepreneur Pasquale Crespi in 1897, it consisted of fifteen bedrooms, fifteen bathrooms, various large lounges, and a spa area with a complete gym, cinema room, bar, and terraces. At the small tap on your passenger window, you snapped out of your daze, your eyes landing on what you assumed to be the valet parking attendant.

Stepping out of your car, you handed the valet the keys, giving the young man a polite smile and nod before looking up at the building as you walked up the three steps. The building was three stories, the first level's exterior was almost an ivory color, while the second and third levels were a sort of cream color. What you loved the most were the large windows, large enough to let in all the natural light. You tried to pay no mind to the two guards at the door, walking towards them, holding yourself high and confidently.

"Ciao," You gave them both a charming smile, hoping that either of them would just let you in, as you had planned.

The one guard to your left was tall, well past six feet, and with trimmed blonde hair that was combed to the side. The guard to your right was a bit shorter than his guard partner, though still taller than you, and was far less intimidating, but you took note of his piercing blue eyes and the way his black hair was buzzed close to the scalp. Both men stared at you, observing and analyzing you as their eyes narrowed and their mouths pursed. Before you could ask them if they were going to allow you entrance into the house, the guard on the left cleared his throat, "Buona sera," He said, his eyes slowly looking at you up and down.

You expertly hid your distaste as you replied politely, "Sì, buona sera." You glanced at each of them, expectantly, and finally, they moved aside, allowing you entry into the house. The hallway that led straight ahead was lined with doors, all decorated with lavish designs and intricate woodwork carved into the frames. There were paintings of beautiful landscapes hung along the walls, some of which were covered by black and white, silky drapes. Fit for the gala's theme, you admired it.

Following the live classical music that was echoing throughout the halls, you found yourself in the main room, watching as couples danced together in what you presumed was the living room they converted into a ball-like room. You took a moment to admire the room around you, eyeing the grand, crystal chandelier that hung down, and the large windows that surrounded the room. Taking another glance at your surroundings, your eyes landed on a bar lounge on the far right wall, admiring the beautifully detailed painted ceiling, depicting the Renaissance era. The room was lit up brightly, making the room feel warm and inviting, and you couldn't help but let a small sigh escape your lips; it really was quite beautiful, even though you weren't there to enjoy the party, you were here for that file. That you hoped to god Eggsy brought with him somehow.

Moving with a certain grace, you made your way to the bar, finding a nice place to stand and watch the couples dancing the night away to the live violin, cello, and piano concertos playing from a stage further away from where you were standing. It was a quick dance, the couples stepping closer together as they spun circles around the room; dresses fluttered around their legs. Their movements captivated you.

"What are you doing here?" A voice spoke up, and the corner of your lips lifted when you heard it. Leaning on the counter behind you, you rested your elbows against it as you turned your head to meet Eggsy's confused and astounded gaze.

"Can't a girl go out and have fun?" You asked, smiling coyly as you turned around the face the bar, Eggsy turned with you, his body facing you, his eyes staring at the side of your face; his expression turned from bewildered to something unknown.

As you signaled the bartender, Eggsy finally spoke up once more. "I wasn't aware that you were invited..." His tone lightened some.

"Neither was I." You responded simply as the bartender walked over to you. "Martini. Asciutto." You requested before looking back over at Eggsy coyly. "I sort of just... Invited myself." Smirking slightly, you waited patiently as the bartender prepared your drink. When the bartender was about to give you the drink, you took the drink. Turning to face Eggsy, you kept your eyes on his as you took a sip. You watched as his eyes followed the movement of your mouth, as he swallowed his own drink. Shrugging casually, you looked back up at Eggsy.

"Well now," Eggsy sat down his glass, "Let's not get straight to business. Isn't the view wonderful?" Your eyes roamed around the room, taking in the scenery before you turned your gaze back to the man beside you.

"Quite wonderful," You answered, "You clean up well, Eggsy." You teased, leaning forward slightly.

Eggsy's eyes flashed, a smirk forming across his lips, "You look stunning, as usual, love." His eyes scanned over your form, slowly, drinking you in, "Do you care to dance?" He asked, chuckling softly as he took another sip of his drink.

"Dance?" You replied, taking a sip of your martini as well. Dancing with him couldn't hurt. It would give you an excuse to get closer to him, for the file... Yeah, for the file. He might have it in his inside jacket pocket. Coming quickly with your conclusion, you nodded, setting down your drink and offering your hand. "Just one, Eggsy. And then we talk."

"Whatever you want, love," He spoke, taking your hand in his and leading you to the dance floor, and what timing... The band had begun to play a slow song.

Pulling you close, and with one hand in yours, Eggsy put his other hand on your waist, as you put your extra hand on his shoulder. To the music the both of you swayed, moving from side to side, Eggsy keeping his eyes on you the entire time, as you gazed into his. It was nice, the atmosphere, but the unsaid tension was still there.

"Agent, does he have the file?" You heard over your earpiece, making you huff as you took your hand off of his shoulder to turn off your earpiece.

Eggsy tilted his head slightly, his eyes shining with slight amusement at your annoyed expression before they softened once more, his eyes landing on the necklace that lay around your neck. Without a word, he reached out and lightly brushed his thumb across the surface of the smooth, gold pendant. Your skin tingled as his thumb caressed the top of the necklace gently, his eyes remained glued to the necklace. "I remember that night." He muttered, finally allowing his eyes to stray from the necklace to your eyes. "We were after the same person, back in-"

"Back in Japan. I know." You pursed your lips, looking at him intently, trying your best to keep a calm composure as the memories resurfaced in your mind once more.

Dance, grab, and go. Dance, grab, and go. 

Eggsy mimicked you, pursing his own lips as he stared right back at you. He was studying you. From all the times you and he found each other during overlapping missions - which was quite a few over the years - he knew that you were hiding something. Something deep within. But what? He liked to think that he could read you pretty easily, but even though he had known you for more than four years, you were still a mystery to him. You could be a very good actor if need be. You could hide anything. Hell, there were so many secrets behind those gorgeous eyes of yours. And that's what made you so good at your job, Eggsy thought. You concealed yourself, you didn't let anyone see you; but, there were always traces, tiny cracks, or hints that would show themselves to whomever was looking close enough. Eggsy thought he was lucky enough to see some of those cracks.

Eggsy suddenly realized how close the two of you were standing, with his hand on your waist, pulling you close to him, for a soft sway of a dance. He couldn't help but let himself enjoy this moment, enjoying the way your body felt pressed against his, the warmth that radiated from your skin onto his; seeping, warming his bones, and filling his veins with electricity. The way his pulse pounded in his ears as he stared at your lips, imagining pressing his own against them. He wanted to kiss you. Not just because he wanted to; no. It was more than that. It was a craving, a burning desire he had been fighting since day one of meeting you. Every time he saw you, his heart skipped a beat and butterflies filled his stomach whenever your eyes met - even though he hated how cliche that all sounded in his head - he swore that he was getting addicted to you - he was addicted to you - his whole world became completely focused on you. It was insane. The longing.

If only, in a perfect world, the both of you could go off the grid, away from the espionage and the lies, and just be together. Away from the stress, the fear, the uncertainty. Just be together. But, Eggsy loved working as a spy. It was what his father did before him, and it gave Eggsy a new meaning of life… If Harry hadn’t found him, he probably would’ve still been outsmarting his mother’s abusive boyfriend by now. But you… If you had asked him to quit… He’d quit for you. 

Licking his lips, Eggsy spoke up, "I didn't think you'd keep it." You frowned, slightly, "Your necklace, I mean." He added quickly, his fingers twitching as he tightened his hold on your waist.

"Why wouldn't I keep it?" You raised a brow, "It's cute."

Eggsy chuckled, a grin reappearing back on his face, feeling the slightly awkward tension lifting, "I told you I have great taste.” He then continued, “Now, you never answered my question, love."

"As to why I'm here?" You continued with your response, raising a brow as your hand slid down from his shoulder to rest on his chest. You almost let out a small laugh, biting your bottom lip to stop the smile that was threatening to come out. A wave of fulfillment washed over you, and you felt like a weight had disappeared off of your shoulders. The file, the one that you were looking for, was in his breast pocket. You could tell from just the slightest of pressure that he carefully folded it all to fit into the pocket. "I'm here for that file that you stole from me."

Eggsy chuckled, shaking his head lightly, though you could see what you thought was disappointment in his eyes. "And here I thought you just wanted to see me."

"Who says I didn't also come here to see you?" You smiled, your hand sliding back up to place itself on his shoulder.

"Really, love?" Eggsy asked, raising an eyebrow as he stared at you, trying to discern if you were lying or if this was just some ploy to let his guard down, or possibly trick him into giving you the file... Which he would not do. He'd do anything for you, but giving you the file was not one of them.

You glanced away at the band, "Who's Alexandra Winselt?" You suddenly asked, bringing your voice down into a soft murmur, your eyes once more locking on his. 

"Jealous much, Y/N?" He joked, causing you to roll your eyes before answering him,

"Annoying much, Eggsy?"

Even though it didn't match up well with how slow the song was, Eggsy spun you out before spinning you back in - the hem of your dress swirling around you - before dipping you; your leg instinctively went up against the side of his torso, making him hold your thigh tightly with one hand, while the other was secured around your waist. Looking down at you, it wasn't obvious what he was thinking about, which made it all the more intriguing. And although the music was still playing, you felt the silence in the air.

He pulled you back up slowly, and for a moment, a slight moment, you thought he was going to kiss you. There was this... This look in his eyes was warm - You felt your heart swell - you couldn't figure out if this look he was giving you was new, or if he had ever looked at you like that before. You didn't think he looked at you like that before... Maybe it was in Rio, or Japan the year before, or maybe even in Canada the year before that... Maybe it was in London, where you first met. You were sure, but that look, it was something else.

Dance.

"Eggsy..." You spoke up, cutting the thick tension like a knife through butter, your voice no higher than a whisper - angelic in his ears; you almost felt as if you didn't even say anything, but you were certain Eggsy heard you. 

You felt an overwhelming urge to lean up and kiss him, but instead, you held yourself back from doing so. The moment lasted only for a second but it seemed like hours as Eggsy kept staring into your eyes, trying to determine whether or not to let his desires take control. If only he knew how strong the pull was between the two of you; it was like the gravity between the two of you grew and multiplied, as if you two were drawn to each other by magnets. You both stood, in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by other dancers as the music faded and a more upbeat classical song began. 

“Y/N…” Eggsy raised his hand, tucking a few stray hairs behind your hair, his movements almost trance-like.

And then he was leaning in, and so were you. Eyes heavy-lidded, you felt his hot breath against your face, his nose nudging yours, your lips just brushing his. But you paused, just a hair away from your lips on his, you... You couldn’t do it. Sighing deeply, you shut your eyes fully, your mind and heart fighting against one another as Eggsy opened his eyes, blinking rapidly; confused. 

Grab.

"I'm sorry, Eggsy... I can't do this." You slowly pulled back, unable to look him in the eye, but knowing that his lips were turned into an incredibly perplexed, yet somewhat sad frown. With a hesitant touch, you flatted his lapels before continuing, "I already got what I needed." You then quickly pulled away from him, his arms dropping from your waist as you hurried out of the room, and out of the extravagant mansion.

… And go.

You harshly bit your bottom lip, the back of your eyes burning with unshed tears as you lightly sniffled and sped to your car, blindly and expertly grabbing the keys from the valet attendant. You didn't waste your time speeding out of the lot, and down the road before tapping on the radio. You turned up the volume, your eyes blurring slightly as you drove back to your hotel. You needed to get out of the country, and fast. God, feelings, you hated them. They just complicated everything, and they always hurt. You tried so hard to not fall for him, but every single time he walked into the room, every single time he made your cheeks flush, every single time his eyes met yours and he got that little smile on his face, everything inside of you melted like ice cream on a hot summer day. How was he able to make you feel like this? You had to get out of the country.

Eggsy stood, in the middle of the dancefloor, without you, and though he looked sort of odd standing there all by himself, staring at the floor in a sort of faraway expression on his face, he didn't care. He never really cared about what people thought about him. He felt heartbroken... It was the best word he could think of. Both heartbroken and confused. Why did you leave like that? He was pretty sure that if he left right now, he could have followed you. He wanted to, but... He knew that it wouldn't have worked. You were too independent, and too stubborn - it was two of the many things he loved about you. You had to come to your own conclusions. And he was sure that you had done that. He just wasn't the answer. 

Sighing, Eggsy took a deep breath in and out, his shoulders drooping as he gathered his composure. But he froze once more, feeling his shoulders stiffen again and his eyes widened slightly as he took in a sharp breath. 'I already got what I needed...' Eggsy replayed your words over and over again in his head and he recognized those words. They were the same words he said to you after he grabbed the file from you in New York at that bookstore. His hand snapped up to his right breast pocket. Opening his jacket, he huffed, defeated, dropping his hands to his side. The file was gone. Though, through the heartache, he let a small, fond - and definitely impressed - smile spread onto his face. Yet again, you managed to surprise him. He sighed heavily, running a hand down his face before heading to the bar. He needed a drink.

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[kelcemenow]

Walk With Me.

Pairing Taron Egerton x Reader

Words 3620

Warnings I think the only curse word is the first one! There's some flirting, some angst and cute moments in between! There's also a lot of time jumping but it's easy to keep up so don't worry!

"Shit." You quietly whispered to yourself as you accidentally stepped straight into a large puddle. Shaking the water off from your shoe, you noticed that Riley was none the wiser. She was happily running along in the long grass, searching out every scent that she could trace. 

You slowly walked over to where Riley had dropped her ball and picked it up, calling her over to throw it again.

Just as the ball left your fingers, you noticed another person in the park with you. It was a man. He was quite a distance away from you, but you could see that he was standing still, staring into the nearby trees. A small, tan dog was running around his feet, but he remained still in thought.

Riley bounded back to your feet, retrieving the ball and looking up at you to throw it again. You tore your eyes away from the stranger and walked further into the park, throwing the ball ahead of you.

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Your sunglasses dimmed the bright afternoon sunshine and you could feel the warm grass brushing against your sandal-clad feet. The warner weather made your daily walks with Riley much more bare-able and you gladly took a longer route on days like today.

You were almost back to your usual spot in the park when a figure in your peripheral vision caught your attention. It was the man from a few weeks earlier. He was closer than before though, you could see his hazel green eyes creasing as he smiled, watching his own dog play with a ball.  

Riley noticed also, and without a second of hesitation, ran over to greet them.

"Riley!" You called after her, making your way across the grass.

"She's okay, mine's friendly." The man shouted as you got closer.

He was right. Looking down you saw Riley and his dog sniffing and running around each other, jumping as their tails wagged in unison.

"Sorry, I just get nervous sometimes. She's still a puppy and you never know with strange dogs."

He looked up at you, "So, you're saying that my dog is strange?"

Your mouth dropped open, "Oh God no! No! That's not what I meant, I-"

His mouth curved into a smile and his eyes softened, "Relax! I'm joking!"

You exhaled and your shoulders relaxed as you smiled back at him.

"I know what you mean. I've had a few scary moments. Nelly just wants to play...some dogs don't like that, she has a lot of energy!"

You glanced back down at Riley, who was stood still now, looking in the direction of the park gates. There was an awkward pause.

“Come on, Riley.” You waved your hand away and turned on your heels.

"See you around." The man said, smiling and raising his eyebrows.

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Your bright, floral summer dress waved in the breeze as some strands of hair fell down to frame your face. You smiled and looked down at the ground as you tucked some hair behind your ear.

He was walking towards you, with Nelly in tow. You'd thought about him occasionally since you last saw him, and you found yourself glancing over your outfit in the hopes that you looked good enough.

"Hello again!"

"Hi." You smiled.

Riley looked up at the man approaching her and gladly wagged her tail as he knelt down to stroke her, "I'm Taron..." He glanced over to his own dog, "...and you've already met Nelly."

You smiled again, "I'm Y/N...and I think you've made a new best friend in Riley." You looked down at she was jumping up at him, "She likes you."

He looked up at you and reciprocated your smile. "Cute."

"Yeah, she is."

"I wasn't talking about Riley."

Your mouth opened slightly, and you took a short breath. Your lips curled into a grin and he stood up slowly.

"It's a beautiful day." He looked up towards the sun, "We could walk together?"

You looked around to find Riley, who was becoming properly acquainted with Nelly. Pushing more hair out of your face from the gentle summer wind, you dropped your sunglasses down from the top of your head, "Sure."

There was a short but not uncomfortable silence as you both walked through the park, the gentle breeze making the trees hush.

“So, have you just moved to the area?” You said, hoping not to sound too intrusive.

He swallowed and cleared his throat, “Yeah, just last week.”

“I thought so, I just hadn’t seen you around?” You justified your question, “You know, you get to know the faces in the park.”

“Are you here every day then?” He asked and you swore you could hear hope in his voice.

Nodding your head, you bent down to collect Riley’s ball, “Yeah, pretty much. She has so much energy that she needs to burn off!”

“I can see that!” He said, laughing as her tiny legs moved at an impressive speed, “I bet she keeps you on your toes?”

“Something like that.”

Another short silence. You both watched as Nelly and Riley were running around, finding smells together and enjoying the summer wind. You broke your gaze from the dogs to sneak a glance at Taron, noticing his kind but piercing eyes and the faint creases in his skin. His chin was speckled with short hairs that covered his sharp jawline. He was undoubtably handsome but there seemed to be a softness to him, something that made you even more intrigued.

“So, what do you do for fun around here?” He said, slightly kicking his feet as he walked.

“Erm…it depends what you would consider fun?” You responded in a more flirtatious way than you intended.

He picked up on your tone by flicking his eyebrows upwards quickly, “I’m up for anything, me.”

You breathed a laugh, “There’s some good restaurants, and there’s a street not far from here with some amazing little independent shops. They stock my favourite hand poured candles.”

“Aww, I love candles!” He said, his voice rising in pitch, “I always try to have one burning.”

“Me too!” Your hand rested on your chest, “You’ll absolutely have to go!”

“Maybe I will.”

“There’s tons of live music too, pretty every pub has a band on every Friday, Saturday and Sunday night.”

He leaned in a little closer, “Seems I’ve got a pretty good tour guide here.”

Your cheeks flushed and you smiled before leaning down to throw Riley’s ball, grateful for the curtain of hair hiding your pink face.

“Maybe, I could get your number and we could hang out? You could show me around the town?”

You straightened up and blinked a few times, “Uh…yeah sure! Sounds good to me.”

Taron glanced at the fork in the path as he reached into his pocket, “I’m gunna head up this way but I’ll text you?”

Your mouth stretched into a grin as you carefully typed your number into his phone, checking that it was correct before handing it back to him, his fingers gently brushing against yours.

“I’ll see you around?”

You gently nodded your head as you watched him turn out of the park, your eyes seemingly fixated on the space where he once was. You were quickly broken from your trance when Riley barked up at you, ready for another chase.

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The cool air whipped around your face, but you were pleased for the breeze. The fever that was burning through your body was intolerable, along with the stomach-churning sickness that came with it. You weren't unwell though; this was all self-inflicted from countless glasses of wine from the night before. 

You watched Riley as she gladly ran in amongst the grass, nose close to the ground, unaware of how much you craved your sofa.

The evening had started out as a quiet drink with some friends from work but soon spiralled into cocktails and dancing. You grasped at your head as you started to remember fuzzy memories that your brain was trying to push forward in your mind, along with a thumping that wouldn't let up.

"Good morning sunshine!"

A bright voice forced you to turn around, "Taron!" Your eyes narrowed as more memories came flooding back, "Oh my God, I saw you last night!"

"Yeah, you were pretty wasted!" He laughed gently as he unclipped Nelly from her leash, "How are you feeling?"

"As bad as I look."

He shrugged, "Nah, you look pretty good...considering."

You would've blushed, if it weren't for the red haze that was covering your cheeks already. You pushed some hair away from your face as you squinted your eyes at him, "I didn't do anything embarrassing, did I?"

He laughed and started to walk with you, following your dogs, "I wouldn't say that but..."

Your face fell, "Oh God, what? I'm so sorry! What did I do?"

He laughed again, "You don't need to apologise! But you need to thank me."

You lowered your eyebrows in confusion.

"It was around 2am when you decided that it would be a great idea to do shots of vodka while dancing on the bar."

You dropped your head and groaned.

"But I stopped you and insisted that I walked you home."

"You...you walked me home?" 

He kicked some pebbles on the ground, "Yeah. We live really close to each other. Plus, you were a mess by that point, I had to be a gentleman."

You gently brought your hand to his arm, "Thank you. Really, thank you. And you're wrong...I do need to apologise. I know I'm bad when I'm drunk."

He put his hand on top of yours, "Seriously, don't worry about it. I just wanted to make sure you were safe."

You felt your heart leap as your hands touched, but you weren't sure if it was from the contact or from the hangover. His hand dropped and he placed it in his hoodie pocket. You did the same and took in a deep breath of fresh air.

The path you were walking split off into two directions and Taron started turning left as you slowed down.

"Are you going up to the top today?" Taron pointed his finger towards the path that lead to an area of the park that was lined with wildflowers.

You felt a rumble in the pit of your stomach and the heat in your body rose a few degrees in temperature.

"Erm, actually..." You knelt down slowly to put Riley's leash back on, "I'm probably going to go back." You clutched at your stomach.

His eyebrows lowered, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah...I'm fine. I just-" You hurried backwards, nausea coming in waves, "-I just have to go." You quickly said before turning and rushing back towards your house.

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Riley was practically dragging you into the park, pulling your arm holding onto the leash that was attached to her collar. She could see Taron and Nelly further into the gates and you couldn't keep up with her pace. The leash slipped from your fingers and Riley ran ahead, bounding towards them.

"Riley!" You yelled out, making Taron's head turn in your direction.

He smiled and kneeled down to collect the leash, letting Nelly greet her canine friend, "She's just too excited to see me!"

You laughed, "Clearly!"

"Or is this all a cover up for the fact that it was you who wanted to see me?" He nudged your arm once you arrived his side.

"Oh, haha." You said, unenthusiastically, "Don't flatter yourself, Egerton."

"You're not denying it." He raised an eyebrow.

You shook your head. 

He was right, though. Every time you took Riley for her daily walks, you secretly hoped that you'd bump into him. Since you had last seen him, you had been messaging each other online, usually until the early hours of the morning, throwing banter back and forth. You talked about your shared tastes in music and movies, he'd send you the occasional message with a new song that he'd found that he thought you might like, or a line from the book that he was currently reading. He would occasionally send you funny Welsh words and their translations and tag you in memes almost every day. His messages made you smile and you as each day went by, you thought more and more about him. 

You looked up to him, "By the way, that playlist that you sent me this morning...oh my God!"

His face was animated, "I know right?! That third song is getting played at my wedding!"

A shiver ran down your spine and you silently wondered if he was currently engaged and a wedding was imminent. You blinked and quickly changed the subject.

"I must admit, I do look forward to your daily messages."

His face changed into a small smile, that grew as he threw his arm around your shoulder, walking with you along the path, "Well, it’s a good job I intend to carry on sending them then, isn’t it?”

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There was something that you loved about autumn. Something about the colours and the idea that nature was preparing for winter that held you in intrigue. You watched over the park that you were familiar with in awe, watching the leaves that had fallen from the trees turn to a warm hue of orange, when you saw something else familiar.

Taron was sat on a bench further down the path with his back to you, headphones on and hunched over what was probably his phone.

You walked closer, Riley following you in excitement at seeing Nelly, and poked a finger in his back when you got to him. He pulled his headphones down and twisted around to face you.

His face lit up, "Oh! I was just texting you!"

Your hand ghosted over your pocket where your phone was, "Were you?"

"Yeah!" He put his phone away, "I was just seeing if you were out walking Riley."

Riley jumped at Taron's knees and he stroked her, scratching his fingers into her head. He looked back to you as you sat down next to him.

"How've you been?" He squinted his eyes, shielding his face from the glare of the sun.

You pushed some hair behind your ear, "I'm good, and you?"

"Yeah, I actually wanted to-" He was interrupted by his phone that was in his hand springing into life. He glanced at the screen and his eyes narrowed with an emotion that you couldn't detect, "-hold that thought. I have to get this."

You smiled and nodded, looking over to where Riley and Nelly were, watching them run around each other.

"Hey...yeah." He paused and lowered his head looking down at his feet, shuffling them awkwardly, "...what time do you get in? Okay cool...sure. No...no that's fine." He glanced quickly to you and you caught his gaze for a couple of seconds, "Okay, call me when you get to- yeah...you too."

You looked away, not wanting to seem intrusive to his conversation. He pocketed his phone and rose to his feet.

"We'll have to cut this walk short I'm afraid." He looked over to Nelly and whistled to gain her attention.

"Oh, no problem." You smiled, "You got something to do?" You scolded yourself slightly for prying.

"Erm yeah, kind of." He scratched the back of his neck nervously as Nelly came running back to him, "My friends is visiting, she's-well she's my girlfriend. She's working away and she's back for a few days."

Your stomach dropped to your feet. He had a girlfriend, of course he did. He was funny and intelligent, not to mention exceptionally handsome. You had no idea why you were disappointed. Sure, there was friendly flirting between the pair of you but nothing had ever gone any further. That's all it was, friendly.

"Oh...right." You tried your hardest not to let the disappointment flood your face, but you were sure you had failed in your attempts.

Taron bent down to attach Nelly to her leash as you exhaled away your emotions, biting at your bottom lip. Your eyebrows raised as you caught his gaze again.

"I'll...see you around I suppose."

"Yeah, see you around, Taron."

You watched as he walked away. Your stomach knotted as you studied his body language. You had never known him to deflate so much, everything about him had disappeared. His smile seemed forced for some reason, but you pushed the thought to the back of your mind. Taking a breath, you walked further into the park, letting the gentle breeze cool your skin.

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You checked your phone for what felt like the hundredth time that day. It had been almost a week with no contact from Taron at all. Figuring he was busy with his girlfriend, you put your phone back into your pocket and carried on walking with Riley.

You missed him. You missed his morning messages and whenever he got excited about a new pair of sunglasses that he had just bought or a new candle that he loved the smell of. You missed the walks you sometimes shared with your dogs and how completely at ease you felt around him. You missed how he would sometimes lean closer to you when he was talking. You missed the way he would look at you.

But you were just friends, right?

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"Taron?" You called out to him. 

He was stood in the large open area of the park, staring down into the grass. He didn't reply, nor did he seem to notice you were even there.

"Hey...Taron?" 

His head raised slowly, and his eyes refocused onto you, "Oh...hey."

You frowned when you noticed how exhausted he looked. His cheek dimples always seemed to be present but they were nowhere to be seen. His hair was messier than usual and there was no smile on his lips when he looked at you.

"Taron...are you okay?" You couldn't hide your concern.

He cleared his throat and looked back down at the grass, "Yeah...I'm fine." He blinked his bleary eyes.

As you studied his face you could see that his mouth was clenched, his strong jawline accentuated and his eyebrows were slowly making their way closer together.

"Nah...I'm not buying it." You moved to face him, "What's the matter with you?"

He closed his eyes and brought a hand to his face, rubbing across his forehead, "Nothing, I said I'm fine."

"And I said I'm not buying it." You reached for his arm and he almost flinched, "Come on, I haven't heard from you in a week, I haven't seen you out walking Nelly and in the nicest way possible Taron, you look like shit."

"It's Kate."

"Kate?"

"Kate...my girlfriend Kate."

You nodded and waiting patiently for him to continue.

"It's...it's just been a difficult week."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, Taron." You gulped as he looked at you. You weren't sure if you wanted to hear about her anyway.

"No...no. I think I need to just get it off of my chest." He glanced towards the dogs before motioning across to the bench.

You both sat down and he rested his elbows on his knees, palms pressed together as his eyes danced in anticipation.

"I think she's cheating on me."

You leaned back slightly; eyebrows raised in surprise. It's safe to say that you weren't expecting that.

"What makes you think that?"

His lips curled into a smile as he exhaled, "At first I thought I was just being paranoid. But now I'm fairly certain." He paused as his tried to find his words, "She's works away a lot and she can only visit every so often. And the last few times she's visited...something hasn't seemed right. And if I'm being honest...I haven't been happy for a while."

You could see some moisture forming in his eyes, but he quickly blinked it away.

"Why are you still with her?"

He froze, his hair blowing in the breeze being the only movement on his body. Finally, he let out a breath and shook his head, "I really don't know. She stuck with me while I was broke and trying to make something of myself."

"You don't owe her anything if you're not happy. You know that, right?" You thought for a second, "And if you're sure that she's cheating on you...then-"

"She was using the bathroom and she got a text. I thought it was my phone so I grabbed it and there were all these messages, you know...I can't believe she'd do that to me."

"You don't deserve this Taron." You gently placed your hand on his knee, and he broke his gaze from the floor to look at the contact.

He kept his eyes on your hand for a short moment before you started to pull it away, but he quickly stopped you, "No, don't."

"Taron-"

He cut you off mid-sentence, pressing his lips to yours, gently but hungrily. His hand ran up your arm, finding its way to cup to your face, fingers pulling at your hair.

You melted into him for a moment, before feeling a stab of guilt. You pulled away quickly, placing your hand over his that was still placed on the side of your face. His forehead pressed against yours, his eyes burning into you.

"We shouldn't...I mean, you still have a girlfriend." You whispered.

"But I-" Taron started, moving into you closer.

"No, it's not right." You held his hand and pushed it away from you.

Taron closed his eyes for a moment before nodding gently. You rose to your feet and clipped the leash onto Riley who was sniffing down by your feet.

"Call me when you've got everything figured out."

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Ughhhhh...I just love him! I might do another chapter of this if people want it. I find him really easy to write for so I'm also willing for any requests!

If you don't want to miss another Taron fic, let me know and I will add you to my Taglist! Who wants to be first on this list??

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i really like taron egerton out of the bulk of actors that came out of the 2015-2020 era, he just made a few massive tentpole movies and then went cheers that and seems to have since then done mostly smaller-budget character acting work and found reasons to hang out with everyone he in turn is a massive fan of and buying his mum a house and otherwise staying out of the public eye, and im like. yeah. that's what i'd expect to be the best outcome from having had the opportunities he did in art that genuinely came from initially wowing the older industry professionals: make enough money to be able to choose any project you want, chill out in between, meet a bunch of other cool artists, support your mum

and he's very very good at his job also

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OMG OMG OMG OMG OKAY IMREALLY EXCITED NOW!!! HERE WE GO BINGO: Dark Fic with Jimmy Keene with "Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you -- I need to show everyone who you belong to."

For the quick description I was thinking maybe Jimmy's girl is the type of girl that always turns heads and attracts ppl so one time when they're out (could be a party/bar/club) and Jimmy sees some guy talking to the reader and laughing then he gets jealous and yknow...😩 gets all possessive and shows her she's his

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Jimmy Keene x Fem! Girlfriend! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Everyone knew you were Jimmy’s girl, everyone. It didn’t stop them from trying to steal you away, though, not that it ever worked. Besides, tonight was the opening of a new club, you both might as well give everyone something to look at - right?

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - in this, I am only writing Jimmy as a rich boy who runs with the wrong crowd. The only reason I am attracted to this man is because of Taron Egerton and nothing else, and it is not set in the universe as Black Bird but the character of Jimmy Keene as Taron Egerton. || I do not remember the names of his friends, so I made them up- || cursing and foul language || sub! reader || girly reader || reader wears makeup and exposing clothing || kinda whiny reader || definitely a dom/sub dynamic || breeding kink || raw sex || multiple rounds || multiple orgasms ||

“What about this for tonight?”

James had been watching you come in and out of your walk-in closet for hours, trying on dozens of different outfits that all did the same thing — to show off your amazing body. He didn’t care what you wore, you would walk in under his arm tonight and no matter how many people looked and ogled, you were his.

“It’s nice.” He was way too focused trying to control his dick rather than pay attention to what he’d say about your outfits.

You looked beautiful in all of them, he didn’t care what you wore because in all honesty, it’d be off in a matter of seconds. His friend was opening a new club downtown, and it was the grand opening, so of course you had to go all out.

“For fucks sake, James, you’ve been saying the exact same thing for every outfit! You know what, how about I just don’t go, huh?! Nothing in my closet seems to satisfy you, bastard!” You sobbed, stomping into the closet and slamming the door.

“Fuck- Y/N!” He was quick to stand, fixing his cock as he tried to open the door, the lock making him groan. “Y/N, honey, let me in!”

“No! I don’t want to see you!” Your voice was muffled, but he could hear your sobs. Oh you were so over dramatic, but he loved it.

James groaned, leaning his head on the door. “Baby, come on! I think all of them were really nice!”

“Yeah, I know! That’s all you were saying, I don’t want to look nice, I want to look perfect, hot, amazing- anything other than just nice!” You sobbed even louder, wailing as you pressed your face into your hands.

Why was he so short? Why did he keep saying the same damn things over and over again? For fucks sake, he could’ve said something else besides, ‘It’s nice’ for every single damn outfit!

“Oh baby, I didn’t mean it like that! Come on, how about I buy you a new outfit, hm? I’ll take you to that shop you love so much, does that sound good?” He could hear your sobs pause, smiling. You always loved it whenever he took you shopping, this would be no different.

You whimper, his smile widening. “As many outfits as I want?”

He laughed, nodding. “As many as you want.”

“And some lingerie?”

“How could I forget the lingerie, baby?”

“And perfume?”

You were going to make him go broke, but he didn’t care. Not when everything he was about to splurge on was for you.

“How about two perfumes?”

He didn’t even notice the door opening, quickly catching himself before he fell and you ran into his chest with a loud sob. “Don’t ever tell me I look just nice again!”

James laughed, nodding as he stroked your cheeks. “Whatever you say, my love. Do you want to wear that to the store?”

You paused, looking down at your black dress that was way too short but James loved, a smile on his lips as you bent your leg back, looking down at the bottom of your Louboutins. “Yes.”

It makes him laugh again as you walk out, your strut perfectly swinging your hips from side to side before you stop and look back. “Are you coming?”

“Yes ma’am.”

He followed you out the door of your shared room, stepping over the mess of clothes you had made trying to figure out outfits, smiling as you reached back and grabbed his hand. “I’m hungry. Get me some food too?”

“Whatever you want, baby. From the food court or the way back?” It was a simple question, but you pouted like it was the biggest decision on earth.

“I don’t know. They have that really good place at the food court, but I’ve been craving that restaurant too… Can we decide later?” You lead him down the stairs making James nod, smiling.

He could never stop smiling around you, it was impossible. “You just tell me what you want me to do, baby, I’ll pick up whatever you want.”

“How about both?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I want! Now come on, we have to go!” You giggled as you pulled him out the door, groaning as you tried to tug on his hand to get him to go faster as he locked the door. “Come on, Jimmy!”

It didn’t take you both to get to the shopping center, James lounging on one of the expensive futons while you changed in the dressing room. “Jimmy, are you ready?!”

“Yes, love!” He sits up, smiling as you walk out of the dressing room onto the platform, the entire dressing room like your own personal runway.

You walked down toward him, showing off the black dress that he was sure you had just tried on earlier back home. “Darling, as beautiful as you looked, didn’t you just try that one?”

You started giggling, nodding. “You passed the test! I wanted to make sure you were paying attention.”

“How could I not when your tits look so good in that dress baby?” He begins to stand, already walking toward you before you pressed a foot to his chest.

“Behave, James, I’m not done with my fashion show. I still have to find an outfit for tonight.” You giggled, pressing your foot against his chest to push him back into the futon. “I’m thinking red.”

“Oh, I don’t care what color it is, as long as I can take it off of you quickly.” He winked up at you, watching as you giggled and strutted back into the dressing room. “Still love that dress, baby!”

In the end, you did settle on a red dress, and he loved it. Oh, he loved it.

As soon as the both of you walked into the club, he squeezed your ass firmly and pressed a kiss to your temple. You were already swaying your hips to the music, giggling as you looked around at the strippers on the pole like how you were looking around at the clothing store.

“Oh, they’re so pretty! James, do you have some bills?” You looked over at him making him nod, not even looking at the women. He was sure they were beautiful, but no one compared to how pretty you were. So instead, he watched as he handed you a lot more hundred dollar bills than he expected and watched as you giggled. “Thank you, baby! I love you!”

“I love you too, darling.” He pressed a firm kiss to your temple and watched as you ran off to join your friends. He slipped through the crowds easily, quickly going up to the main pavilion where everyone was, quickly getting a drink and sitting right on the edge where he watched you throw money – both his and your own – at the very pretty dancers before being dragged to the dance floor with your friends.

He smiled, already taking a sip of his drink before Shawn sat down next to him, letting out a loud cheer that made you look up. He could practically hear your giggle as you waved up at him, James softly kissing his hand as you smiled widely before starting to dance again.

“Oh for fucks sake, Jimmy, you’re fucking whipped.”

James rolls his eyes in annoyance, scoffing. “Yeah, I’d rather be whipped than be getting STDs-”

“Oi, keep it down!” Shawn laughs, leaning over as he takes the next two drinks offered by a server. “Want a drink?”

“I’m good.” James raises his own, shrugging. He didn’t trust Shawn enough to take a drink from him, even if he invited him to the opening. “Can you blame me though? Look at her.”

He watched as you threw your head back, mouth open as you laughed and smoothed down the sides of your dress. Your friends were dancing with each other, one behind you before someone tugged you away making James shoot up.

“Hey, calm down!” Shawn laughs, looking up at James. “That’s Kingsley, man, you know him. He’s a trust fund kid. You can’t do shit to him.”

“Fucking watch me.”

James was already basically running down the stairs, shoving past everyone to get to where you were, yelling at the guy to keep his hands off of you.

“Hey, don’t you fucking hear her?! Get your hands off!” James shoved him, pulling you behind him not even a minute afterwards as Kingsley stumbled. “Get your fucking hands off my girl, you fucking bastard.”

“Oh, hey Jimmy,” Kingsley laughed, pushing his hair back. “Didn’t know this was your girl, she’s prettier than the last time I saw her. You don’t know the meaning of sharing, Keene, come on- fuck!”

Jimmy really couldn’t have been happier when searing-hot pain developed from his knuckles, watching as Kingsley fell back and you yelped loudly. “Jimmy-!”

“Come on,” Jamese grabbed your hand, pulling you back toward the private rooms as you gasped. “Come on, baby, let’s go.”

“Where are we going? Jimmy, what if someone calls the cops-”

“You think I care about some cops?” James walked into the first room with no ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, pulling you into the room with a smile. “Gonna make sure everyone in the club knows your mine.”

You whimpered as he easily lifted you up, hands holding your ass that was basically falling out of your dress, your hot cunt grinding against his cock as the two of you fell back against the bed. He laughed, his hands groping the fat of your ass as he fixed himself.

“Fuck, darling, you’re already so desperate. What, were you getting wet on the dance floor?” He could feel the wet patch developing on his slacks, hands shaping your thighs as you roll your hips against nothing.

“N-No, no of course not!” It was embarrassing how wet you got just from him punching Kingsley, but it was so fucking hot.

“So when did you get this wet, hm baby? Tell me.” His thick fingers slide up and down your slit, his open mouth sucking and biting against your neck, your mind already blurring as you bucked into his digits.

You weren’t even able to speak at this point, whimpering loudly with his fingers the only thing on your mind. Why hadn’t he pushed them in yet, why wasn’t he fucking you?

“You think you’re still stretched out from last night?”

Well for fucks sake, you were about to find out.

He merely pulled your underwear to the side, his mouth never stopping its assault on your neck, continuing to bite and lick and suck marks all over your skin. Your body was hot, hips bucking uncontrollably as his thumb starts to rub firmly against your clit and his cock slides up and down your slit.

“Y-Your… you’ve already covered my entire neck, J-James, it hurts,” you whisper, gasping as his hot tongue delicately trails over the hickies and bite marks as he slammed his hips forward. It makes your vision go white, a gasp falling from your lips as he groans loudly. “J-Jimmy!”

“Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you — I need to show everyone who you belong to. So that no mother fucker like that ever gets near you again, so everyone knows you’re mine.” He basically growled against your skin, his hips rolling slightly to get his cock deeper inside of you, his balls sliding against the bottom of your cunt, smearing your arousal. “Maybe I should do some more things to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

“What, like putting a baby in me?” Your voice was strong now, your hands rubbing against his chest as you slipped open his shirt by undoing the buttons. “You want to have kids while being a drug lord?”

“And I’ll spoil that kid fucking rotten,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours as he sighed. “I’ll spoil you and that kid fuckin’ rotten. Just give me the word and I’ll give you that baby.”

“Y-Yes,” you whisper, ducking down to press a kiss against that mole on his neck. “Yes baby, yes. Give me that baby, get me pregnant.”

That was all he needed to pull out of you before slamming back in, just that one thrust making your mind blur and a loud moan fall from your lips, your first orgasm of the night coming quicker than you thought it would. “F-Fuck Jimmy!”

“Did you-” he paused, staring down at your cunt as he felt you clench around him, over and over again as your hips rutted upwards into his own. “Did you just cum?”

“I-I did, I did, please be gentle-!” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he flipped you easily onto your stomach, straddling your lower thighs as he held the back of your head, thrusting into you from behind. He was humping against your butt, the pubes on his pelvis rubbing against the globe of your ass as he held your hips to help you stay kneeling upward for him. “Fuck, James!”

“Come on baby, I haven’t even cum once and you're already so sensitive? Fuck, you’re always so desperate for me darling, so fucking desperate for me,” he groaned against your shoulder, his other hand that wasn’t holding your hip going up to intertwine with your own. “How would I not get you pregnant, baby? What would keep you from not getting pregnant from the amount of times I’m about to cum in you?”

His large hand held your hips, his pointer and middle finger rubbing against your swollen clit, his dirty words making your stomach twist. Or maybe it was the amount of times his tip was ramming into your cervix, his cock fucking you like a fleshlight. You could feel sparks running up your back, his hot breath fanning against your skin making everything just feel so much more.

You could feel every stutter of his hips, every sharp breath he took as he groaned against your skin, the sharp thrust that finally concluded his first climax of the night. It wasn’t like he was done yet, though, gently settling your body against the bed and slipping a pillow under your body to help support you.

You could feel the soft material of the pillow case against your puffy clit, your hands digging into the bed as he hoisted your red, two piece dress higher up your body and stared at the movements he made your body do. He watched your knuckles turn white as you gripped onto the sheets, your body bouncing with every thrust as he moved both hands to intertwine his fingers through yours.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum inside of you so much, it’s going to leave a damn bulge. There’s no fuckin’ way you won’t get pregnant after this.” He groaned against your skin, gasping as your cunt fluttered around his shaft.

Were you going to cum again? You had felt your stomach tighten so many times, so many fucking times, which orgasm was this? How many times had you cum around his cock?

“F-Fuck!” You screamed out as he thrusted forward, groaning as he rutted against your ass, the both of you cumming at the same time for the first time that night, even though it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

He groaned against your skin as he kissed up your neck to your ear, humming softly. “I’m going to cum inside of you so much that when you walk out of this club, my cum’s going to run down your thighs. Does that sound nice baby?”

“Y-Yes, fuck, yes.”

“Good fucking girl.”

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[looney-tact]

I can’t lose ao3 literally ever. I just watched Carry-On which came out SIXTEEN DAYS AGO and searched for it on ao3 (immediately) and there’s already 13 uploads for it

How could I ever live without it after knowing a life of such spoils??

[rorywritesjunk]

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

Crocodile brings on a former assistant to manage Buggy and his workload. Buggy realizes he likes it when Taron praises him for the littlest things.

Rating: PG-13 to start. Chapters will be rated depending on content. Warning: Slow burn. AFAB nonbinary character. Buggy is touch starved and a virgin who thrives on praise. He's also a bit of a mess because he's thinking he's going to finally be killed by Crocodile. Set with the Cross Guild but won't be a poly fic (as much as I love that unf). However, mentions of past/somewhat present TaronxCrocodile stuff. Also Buggy is bratty, whining, a little pathetic. He doesn't want to do anything. Word Count: 1.8k A/N: My self indulgent submissive Buggy fic. This came from another fic I wrote for another fandom that I never posted but it was pure self indulgent. I decided to do it with the clown and change it up. Originally thought of making this a dom!Buggy fic but after a poll and how I started writing it, I decided to stick with sub!Buggy.

Title comes from "Take Me To Church" by Hozier.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7

Chapter 1

Taron stood in front of the entrance to the large circus tent. This was where they were instructed to go after being informed of their new job from their former employer who sought them out. Sir Crocodile appreciated how Taron kept things in line with his casino, managing schedules, appointments, and other things he was too busy to deal with at the time. After several meetings between Mihawk and Buggy, where he saw the latter was refusing to do his share of paperwork, forgot about meetings or showed up late, and every other little thing that came with this role, Crocodile made the decision for Buggy in getting him an assistant.

With his connections, Crocodile made contact with his former assistant, requesting their presence on the island for a new job, which Taron was delighted to have. They enjoyed their time working with him before and were pleased they had the opportunity again, but when they arrived with their bag in hand, ready to work with Crocodile again, they were confused when they were instructed on where they needed to go.

Once they arrived at the tent, standing in front of it as they wondered if they could just return to their old job, they decided to take the challenge. Crocodile said this individual was difficult, that he mismanaged paperwork, missed important meetings, the likes, and that Taron was brought in to put Buggy on the right track. 

They survived working with Crocodile so there was no doubt they could survive this Buggy the Clown. 

Crocodile gave Taron instructions on what was needed as well as permission to enter Buggy’s tent to find him. With a flyer in their hand they knew who to look for: a clown with blue hair and a red nose. Shouldn't be too hard. So they entered the tent, noticing this was an actual circus with a lion, performers, everything, but no Buggy in sight. 

They went looking, ignoring the stares, whispers, and pointing in their direction as they went to find his room. They were told he was lazy, that he may be still in bed, so as they walked around, they found what they figured to be his room, another area in the massive tent with walls and curtains for a door. Not knowing how to properly knock, they let themselves in.

The bed in the middle was fairly large, though smaller than Crocodile’s. The lump on one side of the bed had to be Buggy, so Taron set their bag down and went over to it, giving him a shake.

“Captain Buggy?”

Nothing, he kept snoring. Taron gave him a few more shakes, increasing the force each time. When that didn't work, they yanked the blanket off only to throw it back on.

“What kind of pirate sleeps naked?” They muttered before giving the mattress a kick and shouting, “Captain Buggy, the Marines are here, wake up!”

That seemed to do it. He jumped up, blankets falling off and exposing himself as he stood up on the bed, eyes wide with fear as he turned his head frantically for the threat. “Where?!”

Taron pushed their glasses back up their face before putting their hands on their hips, looking up at him. Buggy blinked sleepily down at them and frowned.

“Who are you?”

“Your new assistant.”

“My new- I didn't hire you!”

“No, Sir Crocodile did.” They informed him as Buggy dropped to his knees on the bed, looking at them with a frown. “He feels you need help managing your schedule and paperwork so he brought me on to help you.”

“Why did he decide that without me?!” Buggy demanded, looking them over. Taron wasn't dressed flashy enough to work for Buggy. Their dress was too similar to Crocodile’s, from the cravat to the shoes. They looked like someone who Buggy would end up owing money to and having his knees broken for not paying them back. They were shorter than Buggy, wider as well, looking like it would take a lot to knock them over. They wore glasses, their brown eyes looking at him through thick frames. Long hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, keeping it out of their face as they looked at him.

“Because he wants to be sure the person could get the job done.” Taron replied as they crossed their arms. “You're still naked.” They went over to what they assumed to be his wardrobe and opened it, looking for something for him to wear. “I worked with him for ten years so he knows I can handle anything.”

They reached into the wardrobe, pulling out a shirt and pants for him. They didn't care what he wore as long as he was dressed, but when they turned and saw him sitting on his bed, blanket over his lap as he looked at them sulkily, maybe it wasn't the right outfit.

“I'm not wearing that.” Buggy said with a glare. “Those two don't go well together.”

Taron shrugged. “I don't care what you wear, but you have a meeting in ten minutes with Mihawk and Crocodile, so I suggest you put something on for it.” They looked back at the clothing options before looking at Buggy with a grim expression on their face. “They explicitly said for you to not be late to this one.”

“Ten minutes?!” 

“It was fifteen but we wasted five minutes.” Taron told him as Buggy snatched the clothes from them and hastily put them on. They found his hair brush and handed it to him. While he wrestled with bedhead they retrieved his bandana and hat. “This should help.”

“I’m dead if I’m late again.” Buggy grumbled as he put his hair up before tying the bandana on to keep it all in place. He glared over at Taron as he grabbed his hat. “Not that I care, but what’s your name, you pest? Coming in here and waking me up late for my meeting, I should fire you for that!”

Taron looked amused by the empty threat. “My name is Taron and you don’t have the authority to fire me, only Crocodile.”

“I’ll take this up with him then!” Buggy snapped as he headed out of his room with Taron following after them. The two of them made it out of the tent before Buggy stopped and turned around. “Stop following me!”

“I’ve been instructed to make sure you make it to the meeting.” Taron told him. Buggy glared at them before he started walking again, grumbling under his breath about annoying assistants and other unkind things. Taron wasn’t bothered in the slightest by his petulant behavior. Their previous employer was a politician who didn’t know what he was even doing in his role so Taron did all of the work while he was just the face of the office. Once they reconnected with Crocodile and were told the job expectations, Taron realized they would be doing the same job again, but Crocodile would deal with the clown if he got out of hand. 

“I don’t need an escort!”

“Mm, I don’t care.” Taron said as they followed behind. “We’re almost there.”

Buggy turned his head to glare at them once again while his body kept stomping along. Taron didn’t flinch at his Devil Fruit powers. They had seen plenty while working with Baroque Works. 

They made it all the way to the meeting room where Crocodile and Mihawk were already seated. Buggy stomped over to his seat and sat down, still glaring at Taron for how his day was already going. They said nothing as they took a seat beside them, pulling a pen and notepad from their pocket. Crocodile glanced over at Buggy with a smirk.

“He’s early.” He said, cigar clenched between his teeth as he leaned back in his chair. “How did you manage that?”

“I informed Captain Buggy that the meeting was in ten minutes.” Taron told him as they clicked their pen. “It got him moving, which is what we needed.”

Buggy’s jaw dropped at being lied to as Crocodile chuckled and Mihawk looked over some papers. The meeting started without much fuss, just Buggy pouting in his seat while Taron took notes.

~

“I don't like you, Taron.” Buggy announced after the meeting. “You wake me up from my beauty sleep, lie to me, and then spend the meeting interrupting my thoughts!” He turned to look at Crocodile. “Why did you hire them for me? They're terrible!”

“They’re less likely to kill you than me, clown.” Crocodile told him without looking up from a stack of papers. “You’ll do as they say, understand?”

“What?! They said they were my assistant!” Buggy complained as he pounded his fist on the table. “They’re supposed to listen to me then!”

“I listen to Sir Crocodile.” Taron said as they looked over their notes. “And I only interrupted your ‘thoughts’ because you were nodding off in the meeting.” They looked over at Buggy. “As for liking me, I’m not here for you to like me. I’m here to make sure you do your job, Captain Buggy.”

Buggy stared at them for a moment before looking pleadingly at Crocodile. He really didn’t want an assistant, especially one that previously worked for Crocodile. Who’s to say Taron wouldn’t threaten to kill him with every conversation, or actually follow through with it? He wanted to throw a fit over this, that at least he should get to choose, but Crocodile glanced at Buggy with a look in his eyes that scared the clown into sucking it up and nodding.

Just because he was agreeing now didn’t mean he would behave, however. 

~

Taron was given space in Buggy’s tent for a room. They put their things away before walking off with Crocodile, leaving Buggy and Mihawk behind as he continued pouting about the situation. If the two really thought he needed an assistant, they should have said something. He could have asked Alvida or someone, not have Crocodile 2.0 helping him out. Buggy had his eye on the assistant as they were in their new room, putting things away from their one bag. It was just some clothes, that was it, no personal items of any kind. It was a little odd to Buggy.

“I don’t trust’em.” He mumbled as he watched them leave. For all he knew, Taron was brought in to eventually assassinate him once Crocodile finally had enough of him. It was inevitable now. He wondered if he should have Cabaji start working on his obituary soon. 

He waited a few minutes before returning to the tent. Buggy wondered how much longer he had left to live.

[taronfanfic]

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It's been a minute, but I'm kinda back! I have no idea how many Taron fan blogs are still active over here, but hopefully some of you manage to see this and feel like returning to read my writing. I've had ideas for the trilogy ending floating around for years now but not had the time or passion to commit to putting anything down in writing until now. So we'll see how this goes!

If you're new to my blog and my writing then hello and thanks for joining! Pause follows on from Rewind and Fast Forward which can be found in my Masterlist. It's an AU setting where Taron isn't a famous actor. Contains smut, angst, fluff - all the good stuff really, so expect more!

Chapter 1

“Do you think you’ll make any resolutions for the New Year?” Taron asked casually as he placed his book down on the bedside table before pulling the covers up his chest in search of warmth from the cool winter night air.

“I have something in mind, but I don’t think it counts as a resolution really… it’s actually starting to feel like a lifelong dream, it’s been that long!” You turned onto your side and smiled up at him.

“Yeah?”

“As if you need me to explain further!”

There was a small pout which formed on his lips, and the deep crease between his brows as he considered what you were referring to.

“Well, it’s going to be one of two things…” he paused, watching as you pulled your left hand out from the covers and placed it deliberately onto his chest, focusing clearly on the engagement ring which had adorned your ring finger for the last 5 years. “Just one thing then.” He grinned widely as he raised your hand to his lips.

“I know we got engaged pretty quickly, and we’d agreed that a longer engagement would work best-”

“-And we’ve lived through a global pandemic, which made us decide to buy a house with a garden, which then needed renovating, went way over budget and took much longer than either of us had anticipated!” Taron was quick to add on.

“Yes.” You agreed easily. “But I’m not saying I wasn’t on board with any of that. It’s been exciting, and expensive, and stressful, but still rewarding. It’s been our life for the last few years! But now it’s done…”

“You want a new project.” Taron nodded knowingly to himself with a soft smile.

“It’s not a project!” You let go of his hand so you could push him in the shoulder as you protested back. “I want to marry you. I want to be your wife and be able to call you my husband.”

“I know, I know.” He softened, sinking down further into your bed so he could pull you in closer and hold you tight. “I want that too. Always have done, but life led us astray for a bit.”

“Next year seems calmer though.”

“Much.” He agreed with a light kiss against your temple. “I’m so up for some romance.”

“It has been a while.” There was a smile which grew wider as you felt pure excitement at the thought of marrying your best friend.

“Thankfully not since we last had sex though.”

“God, I’m so glad we chose that walk-in shower.”

“Do you think many people design their homes with where they want to have sex in mind?” The hand Taron had draped over your waist after pulling you in against him started to caress down to your bum as he thought aloud.

“I bet it’s more than you think. They just won’t admit it.” You mirrored his movements, tracing light circles against his lower back before sliding your fingers under the elastic of his boxers.

“So we’re not the only weird ones.”

“If by weird you mean loved-up, and very horny, then no.” His eyes were as dark with lust as yours when you lifted your head to place a slow kiss to his lips.

“Very horny.” He repeated before mirroring your kiss back. “And very loved-up.”

It had been a while since you’d both been in this mood. The dusty mess and chaos of builders for 18 months, followed by a busy Christmas spent at Taron’s family home had left you relying on quickies. Needs were met but certain sparks had been left to fade. Sparks which were now reigniting quickly with every touch, kiss and look between you.

His fingers laced softly into your hair, his palm cupped the side of your face and his tongue worked it’s magic against yours. There always was something about the way he kissed you that made you weak at the knees. A soft sigh escaped your mouth as he paused to look at you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He never let you reply, just kissed you again and again. There had been few moments when you felt like this. Like your life was perfect. Like you wanted to press pause and live in the exact moment forever. But this was definitely one of them.

“I love you.” You managed to say once Taron pulled back for air. It had him smiling widely.

“I love you too.”

It made you grab at the hem of his t-shirt and tug it up his torso. The love your felt was flowing through your veins and rapidly turning to lust as it reached your core. You needed him. Badly.

“Please?” You hadn’t even realised it had left your lips until Taron’s eyes returned to yours, twinkling with a smugness at your polite request.

“I’m all yours. Tell me how you want it tonight.”

“Missionary. Block everything else out. Just you. Your heat, your scent, your eyes, your weight.” You were wet at the thought. Wet at the sight of him stripping naked before you. Throbbing for him as he pulled the covers down your body to find you’d already freed yourself from your nightwear. The cold night air was swiftly replaced with his warmth. His erection pressed against you as he lowered himself between your thighs. Another kiss was shared, deep and hungry. You wrapped your arms over his shoulders, playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. He was gorgeously heavy when he lowered his chest to yours. Everything felt right.

“Fuck.” He swore softly, leaving his jaw lowered when he first entered you. It took a few thrusts for him to find his rhythm but once he’d settled you had his eyes back on yours. They really were beautiful, and the soft curves of his perfectly cute nose. You watched up as he took in your features too, admired the smile he’d put on your face and then thrust that bit harder to make you cry out in pleasure.

“Yes! Oh that’s good. So good.” Your fingers traced lightly over the stubble on his jaw, stopping at his chin so you could drag your thumb across his lower lip and feel his tongue licking out for you. He was quick to lower his lips to yours again, drinking in every soft moan and panted breath you gave him. Every thrust was quick and sharp. You’d done this a thousand times before and yet you still needed him just as desperately. His hand stroked up and down your outer thigh as rhythmically as he worked himself inside you. Soon he’d lifted your leg to wrap over his hip so he could reach in that little bit deeper. You bounced and rocked together, building up the heat, the pleasure, the all-consuming desire. Taron started to grunt and groan between the kisses he left to your neck, chest and lips and when it all became too much you felt a light bite pinch at the top of your shoulder. It made you tense up around him sharply. Your heels dug in to his lower back and bum; your fingers to his shoulder blades. Over and over he thrust into you, never letting up his pace or power. This wasn’t a night for clinging on to the edge.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please.” You hummed softly into his ear, knowing your release was imminent. “Faster.”

“Oh god.” He replied, lifting his head from your shoulder so he could touch his nose to yours and kiss you one last time. “I’m right there.”

“Me too,” You breathed back.

“Fuck.”

He came apart moments later, tipping you over the edge as he stuttered his hips, trying his best not to pause completely. Nothing could stop the grin on his face as he felt you tensing repeatedly around him. It was the first thing you saw as you opened your eyes again, receiving his lighter thrusts which brought you back down slowly.

“That was so nice.” He leant down to give you a soft kiss as he pulled out, then collapsed to his back next to you.

“We should do some more date nights now we have time again.”

“We should.” Taron agreed.

“I’d kinda forgotten how much I love admiring your face… your eyes and your jaw. You’re properly handsome, y’know?” You moved your gaze from the newly painted ceiling just in time to see the blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Stop it.” He turned to face you but then quickly looked away, bashful.

“I mean it. I want to sit opposite you and drink wine whilst drinking you in too. How did I get so lucky to have such a hot boyfriend.”

“Fiancé.” He corrected you quickly and reached out for your hand.

“Husband by this time next year.” You danced your fingertips against his.

“It really has been too long since I proposed, hasn’t it? Maybe I should do it again, y’know like how people renew their vows. I can renew my proposal…”

“You don’t need to do that.” You laughed gently at his cute idea. “I know how much you love me.”

“An insane amount. And I promise I always will love you that much too. You’re the best thing in my life and I’ll do anything to make you happy.” He wasn’t down on one knee, but lying naked next to you having just made love is a close second when it comes to grand declarations.

“Then that’s all I need to hear.” You smiled as you moved over and took his face between your hands so you could kiss him tenderly.

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i'm looking for a very specific fic that i forgot to save. it was like a harry hart backstory where he earnt a degree or smth by living with an emotionally manipulative professor when he was younger and then he tells eggsy about it all and he runs into the professor when he is an adult.

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I Was Born To Love You

Hello My Tumblr Lovely's,

I hope you are all well. This is the second last part of this story. Thanks so much for all the love and likes.

Suze xx

14 “The excitement of dreams coming true is beyond the description of words.”

Dropping her bag onto the floor, Robyn ignored the trees she could see from their hotel window and walked right over to Taron and pulled him in to hug him tight and close.

“Breathe.” She said into his neck. “In and out.”

“Robyn…”

“Just do it.” She replied firmly to him, hearing his sigh and then feeling his chest take some slow and easy breathes. “And more please.” Finally satisfied he had calmed his whole body down, she lifted her head from him and used her hand to tip his hat from his head so it fell backwards onto the carpeted floor. Kissing him lightly, she ran her hands through his flattened hair. “You really hate airports, don’t you?”

“So busy.”

“Yeah Taron, it’s an airport.” She saw him roll his eyes and tapped his nose. “We came out unscathed.”

“Until the papers tomorrow.”

“And they will say what? Taron Egerton seen with long-time friend Robyn in JFK?”

“Yeah…”

Robyn brushed his hair from his forehead, her hands going to his cheeks. “We are going to blend blend blend into the crowds here and walk around Central Park and look in the windows on Fifth Avenue and play the Big Piano in FAO Schwarz and look up at all the buildings until our necks hurt…”

“And be fussed about by Stella.” He added with a half-smile. “Sorry cariad. Airports just make me nervous.”

“Stella is going to make you shave.” Robyn said with a pout, her hands moving around to his neck, her thumbs rolling over his growing beard. “And I know they do but I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary and we got straight into the car and came here and…” Robyn turned around to finally look out the windows. “Are you freaking kidding me!” She walked over to the glass and stared out. “I know we agreed if the hotel was for a work thing for you, it was up to you but Taron, are you actually kidding me!” She leaned as far as could into the glass. “The Ritz Central Park?”

“Well you did say that you wanted to walk around Central Park. You can look out the window and plan your route.” He smiled coming to stand beside her. “And I didn’t book the hotel. My management team did. I just asked for two extra nights.” He shrugged. “But wow that is some view.”

“Taron that is the whole of Central Park out there.” She leaned back into him as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. “And it is still sunny.”

He chuckled. “Because we didn’t get enough of that in Florida?”

“I can feel my tan melting away.” Robyn replied dramatically.

“Not a chance.” Taron pressed his lips to her neck. “Tanned skin everywhere. So you want to go for a wander around?”

“Isn’t Stella coming here?”

“It has just gone eleven. Stella won’t be here for another few hours.”

“You sure? Because at your premier she was constantly telling me she didn’t have enough time so I was certain she would have already been in the room when we arrived.”

“Well, this isn’t my premier. It’s just a red carpet thing.”

“Because that will stop her? I don’t think so.”

Taron chuckled at her words. “Stella is coming around four to us and then we leave at six. That’s two hours to get ready.”

“For Stella?” Robyn turned around in his arms.

“Cariad, that was her suggestion. She will be here at four. So that means we can go explore for a while.”

“Then I say let’s go explore.” She agreed.

After a quick change and freshen up, they made their way out of the hotel, right onto the road opposite Central Park.

“Let’s leave the park for the way back.” Taron gripped her hand and gave it a little tug.

“You know I have to walk down Fifth Avenue and am going to have many many shopping bags for you to carry and you want to walk the park after?” Robyn grinned.

“Your shopping bag will more than likely be from FAO Schwarz and it will be a stuffed bear which will weigh nothing. We can do the park at the end. You still have to look out the window of our room and plan the way you want to go.” He gave her hand a harder pull “Now, let’s go this way. There is something I want to show you.”

“But Fifth Avenue is that way…” Robyn looked behind her as Taron started to walk to other way.

“I promise you tomorrow we will do every New York tourist thing that you want to do.” He said giving her hand a tug. “But for today, please let me take the lead.”

“Okie dokie but can we please go by FAO Schwarz cos I really want that bear you mentioned.”

Taron chuckled at her. “I will get you whatever you want tomorrow but for today, trust me.” He kept walking straight towards the Columbus Cir le and then took a left down eight avenue. The streets were busy but he knew he blended in with the others walking around, Robyn more so as she took picture after picture, insisting he got in for many selfies together. They continued their walk and as they entered Broadway and the theatre district, he could feel the increase in excitement in Robyn.

“I know we are going to see RENT this evening, but do you think we can try one of those red ticket booths to get some last-minute discounted ones for another show.”

“I am sure we could definitely have a look cariad.”

“Because I mean it’s Broadway and…”

“How could I even think about bringing you to New York and not bring you to more than one show? I mean you are miss musical theatre.” He felt the dig she gave him and took it with a smile. “We will get to another show Robyn. I promise. Now follow me.” He took a right but felt Robyn stop.

“Isn’t this where the musical is tonight?” She asked looking up at the famous exterior of the Gershwin Theatre, the black frame with the iconic white lights in the ceiling known to every musical theatre lover, RENT in large letters and lights on the outside.

“It is.” Taron confirmed.

“Ok so we come back here later. Not now. Now is time to explore.”

“Robyn…” Taron let go of her hand and stood behind her to give her a little push. “Will you just trust me and take my hand and come with me.”

“Ugh fine.”

He laughed at her reply and took her hand, walking under the lights and towards the entrance of the theatre. The security guard inside gave Taron a nod and unlocked the door, opening it for him.

“Mr Egerton. Come on in.” Once they inside, the guard locked the door again. “Head on through.”

“Thank you.”

With his hand locked in Robyn’s, Taron started to make his way across the green and gold diamond carpet towards an escalator.

“How does that security guard know your name?” Robyn asked.

“Just does.”

“Taron…”

“Shh trust me.” He chuckled again when Robyn made a similar sound to the one she had made previously. “I promise it will be worth it.”

Once off the escalator they walked into the wide-open lobby, Taron guiding the way towards a set of double doors in the middle of the lobby. He opened them and let Robyn through first, following her.

“Welcome to the Gershwin Theatre.” He said.

Robyn had never been in the Gershwin but walked past it many times and she was taken back by its beauty inside. Spacious and with a fantastic view from every seat, Robyn walked away from Taron and down the aisle to get a better look at the theatre as whole, turning around to see the seating in the upper circle.

“And what time do you call this?” Her head turned when she heard a voice call from the stage. “You told me twelve and its now near one. We have a schedule to keep to and an opening night to attend to!”

Robyn’s head whipped around to look to Taron and then back to the stage.

“Well, someone kept stopping to take photos along the way.” Taron called back coming to stand beside Robyn. “It delayed us a little.”

“Oh, she did, did she? Don’t you think it’s about time I get to meet the famous Robyn?”

“Sure. We will be right down.”

Taron grinned as he watched Robyn’s head flick back and forth between him and the stage and back to him again. “Want to go and meet him?”

“Taron!” Robyn threw her hands up in the air. “Are you joking me?”

“What?” She pointed to the stage.

“Oh that.”

“Oh that.” She repeated. “That is Hugh Jackman!” Her hand was still pointing to the stage. “Haven’t you learnt to stop surprising me with people?”

His whole face lit up with a grin. “But then cariad, I don’t get to see this wonderful look on your face which is a mix of awe, anger and excitement. It’s the most beautiful look.”

“Taron!”

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “It is cariad but I also like to surprise you in the way you surprise me.”

“My surprises are usually cookies. Not Hugh Jackman. I don’t have a Hugh Jackman to surprise you with.”

“Robyn didn’t you know he was part of the team that brought RENT back to Broadway?”

“No Taron I didn’t.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“You didn’t do any research about it?”

“Well no. I was told RENT was coming back, you were invited and we could go together and did you think I was going to refuse an invite to a Broadway musical! I was never told Hugh Jackman of THE Hugh Jackman was part of the production team.”

Taron gave her a half grin. “So wanna go and meet him?”

Robyn looked to the stage. “Well of course I do.”

“Keep the squeals in, ok?” He expected the dig and stepped out of her way.

“I don’t squeal.” She saw his look. “Ok sometimes but I will do my very very best.”

Hand in hand, they walked down the aisle to the stage, Taron letting her walk up the steps on the right-hand side first, Robyn waiting for him to join her before they walked together over to Hugh who was waiting in the middle of the stage for them.

“Robyn…” He held out his hand towards her. “It is very nice to finally meet you.”

 Robyn shook his hand, trying her very best not to squeal and keep her voice steady. “It is, well amazing to meet you. Big fan.” She stopped mid shake, squeezed her eyes shut and whispered under her breathe. Opening her eyes, she looked to Hugh. “So, we are going to pretend I didn’t say that ok?”

Hugh laughed at her words. “Sure, but I already know you are a big fan. Taron may have let it slip.”

“Of course he did.” She looked over her shoulder to him. “Anything else I need to be aware of?”

“Hmmm nope.” She looked back to Hugh with a raised eyebrow. “Well only that you were in your own local production of RENT and won an award for it.”

“And this is where I take my exit. Hugh it was lovely to meet you but there is a big piano nearby that needs to be played.” She dropped his hand and started to walk off the stage but Taron grabbed her hand to pull her back. “You give away all my secrets.”

“To be fair to Taron…” Hugh interrupted. “I saw his Instagram post and asked him about it. He didn’t tell me exactly and a love for musical theatre should be celebrated and I am sure you know how much I love it.”

“Well kinda.” Robyn admitted.

“And you…” He stepped past Robyn to greet Taron with a hug. “Might be a good idea to give your girlfriend a heads up every now and again.” He gave him a strong pat on the back. “It’s good to see you again too.”

As Hugh greeted Taron, Robyn couldn’t help but take a few steps further onto the stage and stare out into the seats. The theatre was huge, and from the stage, every seat and box could be seen clearly.

“Now imagine it with a full audience.” Hugh suggested as he stood beside her.

“I can’t even. So many people.”

“You are a performer. You have performed in front of people.”

“Yeah a couple of hundred. Not this many.” She jumped a little when the orchestra sounded from the pit below them. “And not had a full orchestra either.”

Hugh looked to Taron and then back to Robyn who was still captivated by the theatre. “Never this big, eh?”

“Nope”

“Well, why don’t you give us a song?” Hugh stood beside her. “There might be no one here but you can say you performed at the Gershwin.”

Robyn chuckled and shook her head. “Yeah, because you have time for that. Doesn’t your cast need to warm up before the show?”

“The cast are not due for another while and the orchestra are warming up and could easily play a full song for you.”

Robyn looked at Taron who shrugged his shoulders. “Up to you cariad but ya know, it’s a Broadway stage and you are being given the opportunity to sing on one and I don’t know if I will have Hugh Jackman on a Broadway stage to surprise you with again.” He grinned, his eyes twinkling in the stage lights.

“You planned this.” Robyn turned to him. “This was your idea the whole time.”

“Well not quite. I wanted to introduce you to Hugh because I know you are a huge fan and also get you onto a Broadway stage but this is all Hugh’s idea to sing. Not mine but Robyn, do it.” He encouraged. “You know the show inside out and it is Broadway in New York and you were Mimi and may have won a teeny tiny award for that performance. I think you can handle this big stage too.”

“Hey Dan!” Hugh called out, a man popping up from the orchestra pit. “These are some friends of mine and Robyn here would tick a serious bucket list item if she got to sing on Broadway stage.” Robyn saw the look of doubt on the conductor’s face. “Trust me when I say she can sing.”

“Yeah?”

“Hmm. She has won an award for playing Mimi in her local musical society.” He echoed Taron’s words, Robyn biting her lip as he said them, her eyes on the conductor.

“Really?” Dan looked to Robyn. “Mimi?”

“Yup.” She confirmed.

“What award?” He asked, his tone a little snooty as he stood with his arms crossed.

“Best female lead, I believe Robyn, right?” Hugh said standing beside her.

“Female lead?” Dan questioned.

“Hmmm.”

“And wasn’t that from the best five performances in Ireland cariad?” Taron called out. “Won over everyone.” He said proudly.

“Amateur musical society?” Dan asked, leaning forward a little.

“Everyone starts somewhere.” Hugh replied, his own arms folded. “And the orchestra always warms up with a full song before the cast comes on.”

Dan sighed with a grunt. “We could play Out Tonight as a warm up I guess but we have no mics.”

“She won’t need a mic.” Taron pipped up walking over to take Robyn’s hand. “You got this cariad.” He lifted her hand to kiss it. “Not a bother to you.”

“Taron…” Robyn looked to him, still biting her lower lip. “This really is not a great idea. That conductor is not…”

“When will you ever get the chance to sing on a Broadway stage and you know you killed it as Mimi.” He interrupted brushing her hair behind her ear. “Show that snotty conductor what you got. I have every belief in you.”

“You just want to see me sing.”

“And those dance moves!” He winked

“Hugh!” Dan called out, seeing the producer walking away towards the wing. “If she can’t sing, I swear. We won’t have time to do it twice Hugh or start and stop.” The musical conductor raised an eyebrow. “And we do have an opening night to be concerned about. Hugh?”

Robyn and Taron looked to their left, Hugh having walked away but he was on his way back. “One microphone.” He grinned handing it Robyn. “Wanna test it for me?” He winked.

“Sure.” Robyn took the microphone and spoke into it, testing the sound system, hearing her voice echoing back. “All good.”

“Hugh, we need to get going. The cast will be out soon.”

“Robyn you happy to go ahead?” Hugh stood beside her, giving her shoulder a squeeze. “I don’t think you need a warm up.”

She looked to the conductor whose face was clearly not happy at having to go along with Hugh, his smirk hitting a nerve with her and with the microphone in her right hand, nodded to Hugh. “I don’t think I will ever get the chance to sing on a Broadway stage again, so I say let’s just go for it.” She ignored Taron’s little dance beside her and kept her eyes on the conductor.

“Great. It will be good warm up for you Dan. Give the team a chance to have some fun before the show tonight.”

As soon as Hugh finished speaking, Dan moved into position and with a tap of his baton, the orchestra turned up and within seconds, the music for Out Tonight started to play. Taron slipped Robyn’s bag from over her shoulder and gave her a wink. “Kill it, dance moves and all cariad.” His voice could only be heard by Robyn and as he stepped to the side, Robyn gave herself a quick one second pep talk before she had to start singing. There was no time for nerves and even though it was Hugh Jackman standing on a Broadway stage with her, she would never ever back down when someone tried to pass her off with a smirk. She channelled all the emotion she felt into the song and knowing it was going to be her only chance to ever sing on such a stage, she closed her eyes imagining she was back in Kilcreen on stage and was determined to hit every note to make Taron proud of her and prove she could sing the shit out of Mimi’s song.

Taron could only grin as he watched Robyn literally get into her groove and giving a nod towards the seats, himself and Hugh made their way off the stage and took a seat in the third row to watch the performance. Last time he watched Robyn sing this song, he had been a bundle of emotion but now he could sit back and relax and feel nothing but pride for her.

It was a much bigger stage then she was used too and she didn’t have a fireman’s pole to slide down and her voice wasn’t warmed up, but Robyn used the opportunity to sing her heart out and pretend she was Mimi, giving her all to the song. It was strange to hear the full orchestra behind her and before she knew it the song was over and she looked to where she heard the clapping and wolf whistling, her smile growing as she saw Taron clapping his hands above his head.

“Yes cariad!” She heard him shout, another whistle coming from his lips, Robyn taking a pretend curtesy, her eyes drifting to the conductor whose smirk has completely changed, giving her nod of approval.

“Well call me impressed.” Dan said to her. “Didn’t think you had that in it.”

“Best female lead.” Robyn grinned. “And thank you for doing that for me. A moment I will remember for a very long time.” She looked to Taron. “Jane is gonna be jealous!”

“I will sign something else for her.” Taron shouted up to her.

“It is gonna have to be a piece of clothing.”

Taron chuckled. “We will work up to that.”

“We will.” Robyn agreed and her head turned to the left, when she heard more clapping, some of the cast standing in the wing of the stage.

“Hugh, you are not trying to replace us, are you?” One of them asked as they walked on stage. “Because as the understudy for Mimi, I am feeling a little threatened right now.”

“Not at all.” Hugh shouted up towards the stage. “Just a friend ticking an item off a bucket list.”

“You sure?” She asked again, coming to stand beside Robyn. “Because as much as I loved singing at the diner, I am not going back there.” She turned to Robyn. “No offence.”

Robyn grinned and held out her hand. “None taken and Hugh is right. Just a bucket list thing. I’m Robyn.”

“Emilia.” They shook hands with a chuckle. “And I mean, join our chorus by all means but…”

“Don’t worry.” Robyn assured her. “As much as I would love to be in a chorus on Broadway, I already have another role lined up.”

Emilia smiled. “Ok good, again no offence.”

Robyn laughed. “None taken.”

Hugh joined the two and other cast members who had walked onto the stage, Taron strolling behind with his hands in his pockets, his eyes stuck on Robyn. “Well, well, well.” The Australian stood with his arms folded. “I guess no warm up was needed.”

Robyn shrugged. “First and only time getting to sing on a Broadway stage.”

“Killed it cariad.” Taron stood beside her. “And excuse me, but another role lined up?” He questioned. “Want to fill me in?”

“Well, I haven’t got one yet but ya know, optimism and auditions open at the end of September for the next musical.”

“Musical?” Emilia asked. “You have my interest peaked.”

“Our local musical society, back home.” Robyn explained. “They are holding auditions for Legally Blonde at the end of month.”

Emilia’s eyes lit up. “That is a fun musical.”

“One of my favourites.”

“Ok gang. Let’s get this warm up going. Then I want to just run La Vie Boheme one more time.” The musical director appeared on stage. “Hugh, your friends are more than welcome to stay but we just gotta get going.”

Emilia looked to Robyn. “Want to join in our warm up?” She asked. “Get some tip and tricks for your audition.”

Robyn turned to Taron with a hopeful look. “Go and have fun. I am gonna catch up with Hugh.” He chuckled at her reaction. “You promised me you wouldn’t squeal.” He stepped out of her swipe towards him and with Hugh headed back down the stairs to the seats.

“So that is Robyn.” Hugh said to Taron as they sat down together, letting the cast warm up, Robyn quickly catching on to the stretches too.

“Hmm yup.”

“She can sing.”

“Yup.” Taron said again.

“You are whipped mate.”

“What?” His head turned to his friend.

“You heard me.” Hugh threw his arm around his shoulder. “Your eyes haven’t left her.”

Taron tried to shrug off Hugh’s arm, but he gave in with a sigh. “I love her.”

“She look after you?”

“In every way possible.”

“You look after her?” Hugh asked.

“In every way I can.”

“Good. She is a fire cracker.” Hugh chuckled; hearing Taron laugh too. “I like her.”

“Me too.”

“So, what are you plans then for the rest of the day.”

“Well, if I can ever drag Robyn off the stage, she would like to get a bear from FAQ Schwarz and walk around Central Park.”

Hugh laughed hard at his words. “You can bring her back tomorrow if you want. I would love to hear her sing again plus to get the smirk off Dan’s face is worth another visit.”

“Still being an ass?”

“Yeah, a bit of one but it’s just until the end of the week and Julian is back, thank goodness. Dan is great conductor but Julian cracks a joke and smiles and is a much more supportive conductor.”

“Thanks for the invite back but me and Robyn are gonna do some New York stuff tomorrow.”

“Of course. I know you want to spend your time with her.”

“When Robyn is happy, I am happy but we only have a week left together and the time is starting to go to fast now. I want to spend it all with her.”

“I get it Taron, I do.” Hugh patted his shoulder.

Both turned back to the stage listening to the warm up, Taron grinning as Robyn was right in the middle looking as if she was part of the cast. “I am never going to get her off the stage.” He chuckled.

It was easier to get Robyn off the Broadway stage then he thought it would be and as they wandered their way back towards their hotel, they walked up Fifth Avenue, taking a quick look in the FAQ Schwartz, Taron treating her to a brown furry teddy bear, both taking a turn on the large piano before heading back to their hotel.

As they turned the corner to head down the corridor for their room, Robyn took a quick glance left and right and with no one around, she gently pushed Taron against the wall beside their door, and kissed him hard, hearing his surprise at the sudden kiss.

“Thank you so much for doing that for me.” She said against his lips. “That was an unbelievable experience Taron and you know I never expect you to do anything like that for me and you know you don’t have to.”

Taron kissed her back, his hands wrapping around her waist. “I know I don’t have to and I know, that sometimes I can do those kinds of things for you because of my job but Robyn, I also do them because I know you don’t expect it or ask for it but you always appreciate it more than anything. You have never once ever even thought about using my name or fame for any kind of reward so if I can give you the opportunity to do something like sing on a Broadway stage because it will make you smile and kiss me like that, then I am going to do it plus Hugh really wanted to meet you. I know for you these are huge things and I am sure you feel that cookies are so underrated compared to that but Robyn the cookies, the corner of your couch and a head massage is the same for me as singing in the Gershwin is for you.” His hands slid into the pockets of her shorts. The weather in New York was warm and clammy, their holiday attire still getting use and he pulled her closer into him. “Me watching you sing and smile and feel what it is like to sing in New York was just as much for me as it is for you.”

Robyn cupped his cheeks and kissed him slowly. “No more mad surprises though?”

“No more.” He promised. “But I know you loved every minute of it.”

Robyn nodded. “It was amazing.”

“And it gives you all the inspiration you need now for your audition for the next musical.” He kissed her cheek, making his way around towards the right side of her neck.

“It really does.” She agreed titling her head back.

“Maybe you can audition for me?” He asked with a smirk. “Isn’t there a part in Legally Blonde where the lead character wears a bunny costume?”

Robyn giggled and was ready to answer but a loud ‘ahem’ made them both turn their heads.

“Good God is this what I am going to have to put up now that you two are together because this is really going to interrupt my red carpet preparation’s.”

[pankowcrumbs]

Chapter 1

Today was my first day on the set of my new movie about a blind date between Poppy (my character) and Henry (Taron Egerton's character). Yes, you heard that right—Taron Egerton was my co-star, my love interest. I was so nervous; he’s so damn attractive.

The movie was being shot mainly in Cardiff and around the Welsh countryside.

I arrived on set and headed straight to my trailer to get ready. I’d met Taron briefly at the chemistry test and again during a script read about a month ago, but there had been a lot of individual work since then, so I hadn’t had much chance to talk to him.

Once I finished getting ready, I made my way to the set, which was currently staged as a restaurant. The crew had transformed the space beautifully for filming. I chatted with a few script supervisors while waiting for the shoot to begin. Before long, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I found myself face-to-face with Taron.

“Hey, Y/N, how’s it going, love?” he asked, flashing that trademark grin.

“Good, thanks. How are you?” I managed to reply, trying to keep my nerves in check.

“Great, thanks. Just buzzing to be back in Wales,” he said with a warmth that made his eyes sparkle.

I smiled. “You’ll have to show me around.”

“I’d love to,” he smirked, his tone light but inviting.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t have a massive schoolgirl crush on Taron. He was an incredible actor, and I felt so lucky to be working with him.

The Scene Begins

The day’s scene was set to film the first meeting between Poppy and Henry. It was pivotal—the moment their characters connected, setting the tone for the entire movie. The crew buzzed around, finalizing every detail of the restaurant set, while I stood off to the side, running over my lines.

Taron was a few feet away, chatting animatedly with the director. His laugh carried over the hum of activity, light and infectious. I stole a glance his way, catching how effortlessly charming he was even off-camera.

“All right, everyone,” the director called out, clapping his hands for attention. “This is an exciting day. Thank you all for your hard work. Let’s get started with Scene 1, Take 1. And… action!”

The sharp clap of the clapperboard signaled the beginning. I stepped into the soft lighting of the set, feeling the weight of Poppy’s character settle over me. This wasn’t my first film, but the first day on set always brought a mix of excitement and nerves.

The scene began with Henry sitting at a table in the restaurant, casually scrolling through his phone. Poppy walked in, a mix of anticipation and anxiety flickering across her face. I opened the door, letting it close softly behind me, and scanned the room before spotting him.

“Henry?” I said, my voice steady but tinged with curiosity.

Taron looked up, his face lighting up with the kind of warmth that felt unpracticed and real. “Poppy? Hi. Wow, it’s great to meet you in person.”

I smiled, stepping closer and extending my hand. “Likewise. I wasn’t sure I’d recognize you from the app profile picture.”

He chuckled, shaking my hand before gesturing to the seat across from him. “Well, I promise I’m better company in person.”

The scene played out seamlessly, our dialogue flowing naturally as if we’d known each other for years. The chemistry test hadn’t lied—we clicked.

“Cut!” the director called, breaking the spell. “Brilliant work, you two. Let’s run it again for safety, but that was spot-on.”

I exhaled a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, catching Taron’s eye as he grinned at me. “Not bad for a first take, eh?”

“Not bad at all,” I replied, matching his smile.

A Break in the Action

During a break, I sat at the craft services table, sipping on a coffee and flipping through the next set of script pages. Taron appeared moments later, his hair slightly ruffled from the breeze outside.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, holding a plate stacked with snacks.

“Not at all,” I said, shifting to give him room.

He plopped down beside me, glancing at my script. “Getting ahead already?”

“Just trying to make sure I don’t mess up,” I said with a laugh.

He leaned closer, his elbow brushing mine. “Trust me, you won’t. You’ve already nailed Poppy. The way you brought her to life in that scene—it’s like the role was written for you.”

His words warmed me, and I couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks, Taron. That means a lot coming from you.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary.

The End of the Day

By the time we wrapped up for the day, the sun had begun its descent, casting a golden glow over the Welsh countryside. I headed back to my trailer, tired but exhilarated.

“Y/N!” Taron’s voice called out, and I turned to see him jogging to catch up.

“Hey,” I said, smiling. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to say, you were incredible today,” he said, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. “I think this movie’s going to be something really special.”

“Thanks,” I replied, feeling my cheeks heat. “You weren’t so bad yourself, you know.”

He chuckled, then paused, as if debating something. “Do you have any plans tonight?”

Caught off guard, I shook my head. “No, not really. Why?”

“I was thinking,” he said, his tone casual but hopeful, “if you’re up for it, maybe I could show you one of my favorite spots around here. A proper welcome to Wales.”

I hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “I’d like that.”

“Great,” he said, his grin widening. “I’ll pick you up in an hour?”

“Sounds perfect,” I replied, my heart fluttering as I watched him walk away.

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he already has my approval ~ taron egerton

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description: in which her dad keeps trying to set her up with her celebrity crush, who just so happens to be playing him in a biopic

pairing: taron egerton x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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The first time I met Taron was on the red carpet for Kingsman: The Golden Circle, and it did not go as well as I had wished it would’ve.

I had seen the first movie in theaters when it came out and immediately developed a crush on Eggsy, and, in turn, on his actor Taron. When dad was offered a cameo in the sequel, I think I was more excited than he was. I begged dad basically every day to let me go to set with him, but I was in college at the time and neither of my dads would let me miss that much time to travel just to meet my celebrity crush. It felt unfair at the time, but they had a point in the long run.

When the day of the premiere came around, dad took me as his plus one to the red carpet. I was buzzing with excitement the entire day as dad’s stylists came in to help us get ready for the night, but the minute our ride pulled up to the red carpet my excitement turned to nervousness. There was no reason for me to be so nervous. I had been to huge events like this before, and of course I had met famous people plenty of times. But there was something about meeting my actual celebrity crush that made me feel like a high schooler who was about to go on her first date.

Dad introduced me to Taron, because of course he did. Fatherhood never changed who dad was, and he was shithead, cocky, lived to tease everyone in his life Elton John. I always knew it was a bad idea to tell dad about my crush on Taron, but I never regretted it more than when I heard him shout across the red carpet, “Taron, darling, come here!”

He looked like the most handsome man in the entire world dressed in his suit, his smile lighting up his face as he approached us. That moment was when I realized he was real. He wasn’t just a character on my screen; he was an actual real person. And now he was stood in front of me. So close that I could smell his cologne, and boy, did it ever smell good.

“Taron, I want you to meet my daughter (Y/N),” dad said, gesturing to me. I was still in such awe by his beauty that I almost forgot who I even was.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/N),” Taron said as he shook my hand. “Elton has spoke very highly of you.”

My brain was definitely short circuiting. Hearing him say my name was one thing, but then for him to also say that he’s heard a lot about me from dad also contributed to it. When I realized I was just stood there staring at him like an idiot, I felt embarrassment wash over me. I tried to force myself to say something, but it was like I completely forgot how to speak English.

“She’s a little shy because she has a crush on you.”

I turned to look at dad in disbelief. If there was a higher power, They would do me a favor and open up the floor to swallow me whole and take me away from this entire situation.

I made my escape before Taron could say anything. I turned away from the two of them and walked away as quickly as possible.

The memory haunted my nightmares for a while afterwards. Even after I managed to forget about it for the most part, the intrusive thought would pop into my mind from time to time just to make me cringe. I could barley ever watch Taron’s movies anymore without thinking about that moment, which was hard since I still had such a big crush on him.

A year later, I was on set with dad and papa for the movie papa was producing about dad. Papa was so excited, as he was making the movie as a gift to dad. Papa had complete creative freedom and dad was able to give as much input as he wanted. When filming started, the two of them wanted to bring me, Zachary, and Elijah on set to watch some of the filming. They hadn’t told me much about the movie just yet, but papa’s excitement was contagious enough that I was feeling it, too.

“We’re filming the Troubadour scene today,” papa was telling us. “Full 70s aesthetic. You guys are gonna feel like you were really there to see your dad’s first ever solo performance.”

“Do I get any 70s outfits once you guys are done filming?” I asked.

“Darling, you know we have a closet full of all my favorite outfits from those days,” dad said. “You’re free to go through it as you please. It’ll be the real deal, not some cheaply made replicas.”

“Hey! You’re the one who approved of Taron’s wardrobe!” papa said with a chuckle.

The mention of his name made me stop in my tracks. “Wait...whose wardrobe?”

Both of them looked at me, confused by my reaction. “Taron, honey,” papa said. “That’s who’s playing dad in the movie. You didn’t know that?”

Memories from the year before came rushing back. I could not see him again or else I may just turn into an embarrassment puddle at his feet. I especially couldn’t be here with dad and have a potential repeat of the situation.

As if reading my thoughts, dad walked up to me and gently took my hand in his. “Honey, it’s been a year. He’s not going to remember.”

“But what if he does?” I asked. “God, he probably thinks I’m crazy after our first encounter. I can’t watch the filming.”

“Hey, hey, calm down sweetheart,” papa said. “You’re working yourself up. It’s okay. If you feel uncomfortable you don’t have to watch, but I don’t think it’ll be as bad as you’re expecting.”

I took a couple deep breaths to calm myself down. I wanted to be there and support both of my dads on this project they were both so excited over. I knew they were right and Taron likely didn’t even remember our first encounter, but I still couldn’t shake this pre-embarrassment feeling about seeing him again.

I sucked it up and followed them to the Troubadour set. There were many extras dressed in 70s clothes standing around the stage. The general murmur of the crowd turned into an excited one as people began to notice dad walking onto the set. I couldn’t see Taron anywhere, but I did recognize Richard Madden talking to the movie’s director, Dex Fletcher. Zachary was tightly holding my hand, trying to hide behind me. I knew the crowd was likely making him nervous, so I squeezed his hand and picked him up.

“Lead actor walking the set!”

I felt my body tense as everyone turned to see Taron taking the stage. He was wearing a pair of white overalls and a navy blue shirt with silver stars. He had on a wig that looked like dad’s hair from this time period and a pair of thick framed glasses that matched his overalls. He looked really good, even if he was dressed as my dad.

It took my brain a moment to register that he was walking towards us. I felt the panic return, but I tried my best to play it cool.

“It’s like looking in a mirror,” dad said as he embraced Taron. “I still have this outfit I’m pretty sure. I was just telling (Y/N) that I still have all my favorite outfits back home going all the way back to this very first performance.”

At the mention of my name, Taron’s eyes landed on me. I tried not to crumple under his gaze, and kept the smile on my face.

“Hey,” Taron said. “Good to see you again.”

“Good to see you, too,” I said, surprisingly myself with how confident i sounded.

“Who is this little guy?” Taron asked, referring to Zachary. The young boy buried his face in my neck, peaking one eye up at Taron.

“This is Zachary,” I said. “Z, this is Taron. Doesn’t he look like daddy?”

Taron struck a pose for Zachary, who seemed to warm up slightly but not a lot.

“What do you think, Elijah?” papa asked the youngest boy. “Do you think Taron looks like daddy?”

Elijah shook his head. “Daddy is old!”

We burst out into laughter as dad gave Elijah a mocked offended look. Elijah squealed as dad picked him up and began tickling his sides. Zachary was still a bit hesitant, but I could feel his body shaking as he chuckled in my arms.

“Come on, Rocket Man, we gotta start filming,” Dex called to Taron.

Taron made his way onto the set stage. Quiet was called and a hush fell over the room. The minute Dex called action, music filled the silence. One of dad’s songs, his least favorite yet one of his most popular ones, began to play. Except it wasn’t dad singing it, it was Taron’s voice. I was a little shocked to hear him singing instead of there being a backing track of dad’s music, but I had to admit he was an amazing singer. It was a fantastic choice they made. His singing voice was amazing and it made the movie have more of a fantastical musical vibe, instead of just a movie with dad’s voice dubbed over for the music.

I tried to get Zachary out of his shell more by dancing with him while the music was playing. We were not strangers to dad’s music. The three of us had seen dad perform on numerous occasions. I figured the familiarity of the music, plus the goofy dancing would definitely help with his nervousness. And I was right for the most part; Zachary came out of his nervous cocoon eventually and started dancing with me. By the time Dex called cut on the scene, Zachary felt comfortable enough to be put back down on to the floor and followed dad and papa to meet Jamie Bell, who was playing Uncle Bernie.

“Seems he enjoyed the show.”

I jumped at the sound of Taron’s voice so suddenly. He was laughing at my reaction as I turned back to him, my heart beating a million beats per second just having him so close to me.

“I think he just needed some time to warm up to being around so many people,” I said. “Usually when we go to dad’s shows we’re in a special VIP area where it’s just the three of us and papa, so he’s not used to so many people and so much attention being on him.”

“I get that. He’s only young. Doesn’t fully understand how well loved his dad is.”

“I don’t think I even fully understand it, and I’m in my mid 20s,” I said.

Taron chuckled and I couldn’t help but smile too. The realization of his realness was starting to wash over me again. He was actually here, stood in front of me, talking to me. He was a real person!

“Listen,” Taron said, “I wanted to talk about the first time we met.”

I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I tried not to let my embarrassment show too much. Maybe if I pretended I didn’t even remember, we could just move on from the entire situation and pretend like it never happened.

“I’m sorry it went the way that it did,” he continued. “I know you were embarrassed about what your dad said. I know Elton meant no harm, and he was just trying to tease you because...well, he’s Elton John, but it really wasn’t fair of him to say that to me when we were first meeting. I could tell by your face that that wasn’t exactly the way you wanted our first meeting to go.”

I was a little surprised by what he was saying. I don’t know why I was expecting for him to say something that would make the situation worse, like maybe calling me out on my crush and saying something about it. He seemed like a really nice guy, not the type to make someone feel bad. But I guess, after having an entire year to let that embarrassing moment stew, I just expected the worst if I ever met him again.

“I appreciate you saying that,” I said. “It definitely was not the way I wanted to meet the guy I had such a big crush on. I think dad expects stuff like that to wash over me like water off a duck’s back because of who he is and how many famous people I’ve met and am close to, but his status never makes those types of interactions easier. Again, especially when meeting someone that I was crushing so hard on.”

Taron was giving me a look that I wasn’t sure how to read at first. “Was?”

My brows furrowed together. “Hmm?”

“You said ‘someone I was crushing on’. As in you’re not anymore?”

I wasn’t sure why that was the part he was focusing on. I opened my mouth to respond, but Dex called to Taron again. Taron looked at me and winked behind the thick framed glasses before making his way back to set to start filming again. And it was with that wink that I could not handle anymore and finally had to sit myself down.

~~~~~~

I kept coming to set the next few weeks. At first it was only one day out of the week for a couple of hours, but soon enough I was tagging along with dad and papa every day. I tried to tell them it was because I was enjoying watching the movie being filmed, and getting to relive these big moments with dad, but they both knew that wasn’t the truth. They knew I was going because I wanted to see Taron.

We had gotten to talking a lot in between takes when I was on set. About everything and anything really. It started with just getting to know each other, but eventually it blossomed into talking about whatever was on our minds. Sometimes it was about the movie, sometimes it wasn’t. Either way, we just got to know one another. And eventually, my “celebrity crush” became a real one.

I knew my dads could see what was going on, but they didn’t bring it up. I figured that was mostly because of how my first interaction with Taron went and dad didn’t want to risk embarrassing me like that again. Which, I did appreciate. I felt like a friendship was being built with Taron and I didn’t want that to be risked with fatherly embarrassment to the extreme, even though I knew that wasn’t dad’s intentions.

One day, we walked on set and I was surprised to see Taron was nowhere in sight. Instead, we walked into a setup that looked like great grandma Ivy’s apartment that I had seen in plenty of dad’s baby pictures. There were three different actors than normal on set, one I recognized as Bryce Dallas Howard and one young boy I recognized to be dressed up the way dad had been when he was that age. I realized pretty quickly that today was probably mostly shooting scenes of flashbacks from dad’s childhood, which caused me to feel disappointed realizing that I likely wouldn’t be seeing Taron today.

I was sat in my usual seat (because yes, I had visited so often that I was given a seat with my name on it) watching the set up for the scene when dad came over and sat next to me, dramatically sighing as his body settled into the chair.

“These old bones can hardly sit down anymore,” he said.

I smiled at him. “Oh, please. You’re hardly that old, dad. Besides, we both know that after everything you’ve gone through, you’re going to outlive us all.”

“A man can only hope.” We laughed together. Dad put an arm around my shoulder and leaned into me. “Taron’s in his trailer, you know.”

“Oh?” I said, hoping I didn’t seem as excited by this information as I was. “He’s filming later on then?”

“Yeah, way later on this evening. David said that Taron showed up way earlier than he needed to claiming that he thought his call time was this morning, not this evening.” I raised an eyebrow at him, silently telling him to say whatever it was he was trying to say. “I don’t think that was the case, though.”

“Clearly.”

“I think he came here early hoping to see you.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “I think you’re being a little ambitious there dad.”

“About as ambitious as I would be to say that you show up every day so you can see him, too?” When I didn’t respond to that, dad just laughed. “I see things, (Y/N). My eyes may be old, but they can still see things that no one else sees.”

“And what is it that you see with me and Taron?”

“I see a young man who is enamored by a young woman, and a young woman who feels the same way. I also see two cowards who are too afraid to confess their feelings to one another.”

I playfully nudged him with my elbow, to which he dramatically clutched his stomach and acted like I had shot him or something.

“I’m not saying that Taron feels anything for me,” I said, “because I don’t think he does. I think he’s just being friendly with someone that he considers to be a friend. But, if what you’re saying is right and he does have romantic interest in me, maybe the reason why he won’t admit it is because he’s too afraid to? I mean, my dad is Elton John after all. That’s a pretty big name to have as a potential father-in-law.”

“Hey now, I didn’t say anything about marrying you off to the man.” I smiled and shook my head. This really was just an every day thing with dad. He loved being a father, but I think he loved being a nuisance more than that. Papa always warned him he would regret that when Zachary, Elijah, and I started to pick up on his habits. “But both of you know that Taron has my approval if he does want to pursue you romantically. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have even been cast in this movie!”

“You cast him because he’s a good actor!”

“Oh, that was only part of it. The other part was so that you two could have a do-over with your meeting, since I ruined the last one.”

I put my head on dad’s shoulder. “You didn’t ruin it. You just embarrassed me beyond belief, but that’s what a father does.”

Dad gave me a small squeeze before pulling me away from him. “Go to his trailer. Have a few moments alone.”

“Give you a few grandkids?”

He pushed me away, which caused me to laugh hysterically.

“Darling, I may be old but I am certainly not that old,” he said. “And, again, I said I approve of him. Not that you two need to get married and pop out babies right away. Go on a few dates first, for the love of God.”

I stood from my chair, still laughing. Dad tried to glare at me, but he couldn’t. This was just our relationship.

I made my way out of the set before they started filming so that I wouldn’t be disrupting anything. All the trailers were grouped together in the lot, luckily with signs on them to label what or whose trailer they were. Taron’s was the furthest on the lot, with a theatrical gold star stuck to the door with his name on it. Part of me figured this was dad’s doing, but the other part of me would believe that it was Dex’s doing, too. Papa truly couldn’t have chosen a better director to capture dad’s personality and aesthetic than Dex.

My heart was pounding so loud that I thought Taron would hear it before I even knocked. I took a deep breath and pushed myself to knock before I got too nervous and ran away instead. There was a brief rustling in the trailer before the door opened, revealing Taron in a pair of black and gold hot pants, a gold jacket that was left unzipped so I could see his entire torso and chest, and heeled shoes with gold tips and gold wings on the side. I wasn’t sure where to look first. My eyes naturally lingered on his chest, his coarse chest hair a welcoming sight, but I couldn’t help but glance lower at his thighs in those hot pants, too. Not to mention the bulge -

“Shit,” Taron breathed, a panicked look in his eyes. “Sorry, uh, I didn’t expect...I thought it might’ve been someone from the set. I’m just...uh...”

“In costume, I would assume,” I said, trying to pretend like I was looking at his shoes and not another area lower on his body.

“Yeah,” he said. His face was starting to turn bright read. “It’s for a scene later on...way later on. I’m - I was early today, so they already put me through costume and makeup.” He cleared his throat and ran his hands through his hair. “Do you, um, do you want to come in?”

I nodded, unsure if I could even form any words. He stepped aside to let me into his trailer. He still looked flustered by my sudden appearance, which I thought was cute.

“Don’t be sorry, by the way,” I told him. “I don’t mind this eye full that I’m getting. Quite the opposite, really.”

That only made him more flustered, and I couldn’t help but smirk at that reaction.

“You’re a lot like your dad,” he commented. “He said something similar while we were filming Kingsman a few years ago.”

“We Furnish-Johns have good taste in men.”

I sat down on the couch of his trailer and he sat across from me. I tried not to be too obvious with my gawking, but it was hard not to look at him. God, was he ever attractive. And here he was, sat next to me, practically naked, and all flustered because I had caught him this way. I felt like I should be feeling a similar way, but knowing that I was the one who had made him feel that way just made me feel so cocky instead.

“I didn’t think you were on set today,” I told him. “I showed up and didn’t see you or Jamie or Richard.”

“We’re filming a couple smaller scenes later on to end the day. Dex wanted to film all of the flashback shots of your dad before he was Elton John today, just to get that out of the way.”

“You got here really early for that. It’s not even noon, and your scenes are this evening papa said.”

Taron shrugged. “I got the wrong call time.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “By over 12 hours?”

He shrugged again, but didn’t offer any further explanation.

I took a deep breath, once again willing that cockiness to stay long enough so that I could say what I wanted to say without losing my nerve. “Remember the first day on set where we talked about the first time we met, and you made a point of asking me about my crush on you.”

Taron nodded. “Yeah. You made it seem like you didn’t feel that way anymore.”

“Yeah, I did. Because I thought I would scare you away if I admitted that I did still like you that way.” I was moving towards him now, closing the already smaller space between us. “That I do still like you that way, if you get what I’m saying.”

We were so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He was looking down at me in a way that I could only ever dream of having Taron Egerton look at me like. It was like the movies I had seen him in, except this was real life and the person he was looking at was actually me.

“I think I understand,” he said. “But just in case, is it okay if I do an experiment just to be sure?”

I giggled. “Yeah, that’s okay.”

He placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head back until I was looking up at him. He leaned forward at an agonizing pace before his lips finally pressed against mine. It felt like the entire world around us paused in that moment. I had to restrain myself from getting onto his lap and deepening the kiss, even though I wanted to so badly. I wanted to spend the next few hours in this trailer with him, not even letting him leave to go film. I wanted to be tangled up with him and never let him go ever again.

The kiss ended far too soon. When Taron pulled away, I tried to chase his lips to pull him back to me. He chuckled at my eagerness, allowing his lips to press against mine for a quick peck.

“Let me take you out before we get too hot and heavy,” he told me. “I want to take you on a proper date.”

“I guess we should do that before I jump your bones,” I teased. “But you do still have quite some time till your call time. If you’d like company while you wait, I wouldn’t mind staying here with you for a while. Especially if you’re going to be dressed like that the whole time.”

Taron’s face turned red again as he looked down at himself, almost like he forgot what he had been wearing. “Might be too tempting for you.”

“It definitely will be. But I will respect your virtue and not try to deflower you in your trailer.”

He buried his face in his hands. “Oh my God! What have I gotten myself into here?”

“Something pretty great, if you ask me.”

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