#madderton fluff

[writingformadderton]

Blissful hours

Pairing: Taron Egerton x Richard Madden

Word Count: 3129

Summary: Taron gets home tired out from work and gets surprised with a warm bath and dinner. Richard knows exactly how to take care of him and relieve the tension...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, Valentine's Day, cuddles, smut

A/N: We hope you like our fic🥰🥰~Nati and Miya💜

Taron came home about mid-afternoon, tired out from a long week. He had been working 12 hour days for the last 3 weeks, consistent of filming, wardrobe meetings, and interviews. Thank god he has a break for the next week. He kicks off his shoes and stands still for a moment, embracing the quiet atmosphere. "Richard?" he calls out softly. His boyfriend steps out of the kitchen soon after.

Richard’s face softens seeing his mate, a compassionate smile spread across his lips. "You're still wearing your jacket, bub." he chuckles softly. He walks towards the Welsh, warm and welcoming.

"Don't care. Need you." Taron speaks just barely above a whisper and falls into his arms. He buries his face in his chest and holds onto him tightly. God, how he loves being in his arms.

Richard wraps his arms around him and gently rubs his lower back. "Tired, darling?" he asks and T just nods. He plants a soft kiss onto his temple and softly glides his fingertips over the back of his neck. "We should get you to bed early then. Looks like you could use the rest."

"M'tired but not sleepy." he sighs, hands holding onto the comfortable fabric of Richard's sweater firmly.

"I'll soothe your mind and body enough for you to sleep, I promise. Why don't you go and take a shower before we eat?" he suggests. Richard had prepared their dinner a good while ago while Taron worked. He just needed to put on some finishing touches and throw it in the oven.

"Join me?" Taron asks and looks up at him with the best puppy look in his eyes he could manage. He knows very well that Richard can rarely resist that look. Those green orbs enlarging and his pout sending him over the moon.

Richard smiles softly and unzips Taron’s jacket, giving in to his request. "Of course. I'll just put our dinner into the oven. I'll be with you in a moment"

Taron nods and makes his way to the bathroom upstairs after kissing him on the cheek. He opens the door and his mouth falls open in surprise. The bathtub is filled with water at the perfect temperature, bubbles and color added. Candles illuminated the room with a warm hue and a soothing lavender scent lulls him in. What was be occasion? Had Richard already planned for this?

"Baabee?" he asks, walking back downstairs to Richard. "What's with the candles and lavender?" he questions and sees the already set table with some wine glasses and everything. Once again, his mouth falls open in shock at the gesture. He looks at his boyfriend with eyebrows raised. Did he miss his own birthday again?

Richard closes the oven and walks over to him, a slight chuckle leaving his lips. "Well first off, it's Valentine’s Day and you had to leave and be on set before I woke up. So we can continue the celebrations now."

Taron nods and gently takes his hand. "And?" That couldn’t just be the only thing.

"And you've been working so much lately that you come home all exhausted. It breaks my heart a little." Richard gently wraps his arms around his waist. "Which is why I wanna pamper you a bit, ease the stress a little at a time." His lips curl into a small smile as he looks into his lover’s eyes.

Taron's face softens hearing that. "Aren't you the sweetest?" he breathes out and wraps his arms around his neck. He has been working really hard days with this new film, but it was worth it coming home to the person he loved every day. Seeing Richard’s smile and holding him tight every night made it all bearable.

Rich smiles and leans down, kissing him lovingly. The two savor the kiss for just a moment and enjoy each other’s warm embrace. They make their way upstairs to the bathroom and remove their clothes, getting into the water. Taron takes his chance to cuddle up against Richard, his back on his chest, and closes his eyes. He relaxes into his soothing touch as Richard takes cares of washing his body gently. He lets him rest a little while he shampoos his hair lovingly. Once finished with Taron, Richard cleans himself up and the pair carefully get out of the tub. Richard dries Taron off after wrapping his own towel around his body.

Taron insists on wearing some of Richard's clothes when they leave the bathroom, as he always does when he is exhausted. It provides a great comfort to him, whether Richard is there or not. They decide to have their dinner in the living room tonight. T is sitting on Richard's lap, a plate for both of them on his own lap as they eat carefully. "Mm I needed this." T hums happily as he digs into the lasagna Richard made. He could never get over how great of a cook he is.

"I hoped so." Rich chuckles softly and kisses his cheek.

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Taron groans softly and turns onto his back, looking up at Rich with a frustrated pout. "I can't fall asleep." he says annoyed. They had finished their dinner almost a half hour ago and Richard told Taron to rest. So Taron repositioned himself on the couch and tried just that.

Richard gently runs his hand through Taron's hair, who's head is resting on his lap. "Got too much on your mind?" he asks and T hums, answering his question.

He grumbles and rubs his eyes. "I can't stop thinking about all the stuff I have to do and-." Stopping mid sentence, he sits up and huffs tiredly.

"Taron, tonight starts your week off from working so hard. Okay, there's nothing you have to do." he says softly, but firmly. "I'm home for a few days as well, so we can actually do nothing all day." he smiles.

Taron smirks and straddles his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. "That sounds almost too perfect. Am I dreaming?"

Rich chuckles softly and pulls him into a loving kiss. "You're adorable."

"Can we go and cuddle in bed?" Taron asks sweetly. Of course he truly wanted to cuddle, but there’s an underlying ulterior motive to the cuddle session.

"Of course." he nods and they get up from the couch. Richard folds the blankets they were using, and Taron couldn’t resist. Rich is caught by surprise when Taron kisses him again, a soft moan escaping the Scottish man’s chest.

Taron wraps his arms around his neck and stumbles back a few steps, his back hitting the wall behind him. He stops and looks up at him with lust momentarily gleaming in his eyes.

Richard grabs his waist and pins him to the wall, looking down at him. The sudden need in Taron’s eyes catches him by surprise, and slightly overwhelms him. "I think I know exactly what you need to put you to sleep." Rich chuckles softly.

"Maybe." he says, a blush quickly coating his cheeks and ears.

Richard smiles at the reaction and gently caresses his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too." Taron smiles softly.

He leans down, connecting their lips. They share a passionate kiss and Taron pulls him closer to his frame. Holding each other close and slightly tighter with each movement.

Taron smiles and a quiet moan falls from him as their lips touch. He kisses him passionately, breath hitching as Richard's hands caress his sides.

Richard notices the change and gently grabs his hips. "Maybe I know what you'll need to relieve the tension, darling."

T raises his eyebrows at him, holding back a grin. "I'm all ears."

"You want me to take care of you?" he asks and lets his hands slip under Taron's sweater, gently touching his skin. His touch felt like fore, but send goosebumps all over at the same time. Taron yearned for more, ached for it even.

"Please." Taron answers quickly and buries his face in Richard's shoulder, blushing at how desperate he sounds. He truly did need to get the tension out of his body from the long nights. But he wouldn’t dare turn down an offer to have it handled by Richard.

He chuckles softly and kisses his head. "I love you, darling."

"Love you too" he says softly, feeling his lips curl into a smile. He lets out a giggle as Richard guides them away from the wall and onto their big sofa, lying Taron down and hovering over him.

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He couldn't fully believe how good it feels. Though they have done this multiple times now, Richard seems to know every little thing that drives him crazy and pushes him closer to the edge. Somehow, they had moved upstairs after a very steamy make out session. And now here Taron was lying on their bed, clothes gone, legs open, and Richard moving towards where he needed him most. His hands are gripping the sheets, trying to steady himself before he lost his mind. He can’t muffle the sounds leaving his throat as Richard kissed his body, and usually he would have been flustered about it. Taron was always vocal in bed, but for them to be barely starting, it’s almost embarrassing. But this time, he doesn't even have the time to think about it, and Rich doesn't seem to mind. His whimpers are needy as Richard's lips wander up his inner thigh again. He takes one hand and rakes his fingers through Richard’s dark hair, gently tugging on his scalp. "Rich... Babe...Pleasee."

"Patience, darling." he mumbles against his skin and places a delicate kiss onto his hip bone. "We haven't even started yet." A devious smirk flashes over his lips as he sneaks a glance in Taron’s direction.

Taron chuckles weakly at that, but moans softly as Richard's lips wander down his thigh, teeth gently grazing his skin. Then, he finally feels Richard's fingers pulling down his boxers. Only seconds later, his hands are wrapped around Taron’s thighs, spreading his legs open wide. All he can see are Richard's dark curls when looking down. He takes the opportunity to run a hand through them once he feels his tongue push against his hole. "Fuckin' hell..." he sighs deeply and his eyes flutter close at the feeling.

Richard's tongue works wonders along the area and the sounds coming from his lover are music to his ears. Taron writhes underneath his hold on his thighs as Richard’s tongue laps at his entrance. Richard takes a second to place two fingers in his mouth, preparing them with as much spit as he could, before slowly sliding them into Taron one at a time, opening him up just right. A groan erupts from Taron at the sudden again, but it’s pure bliss as his boyfriend slowly works his fingers inside him. But he doesn't stop there as he wraps his lips around his length, sucking softly at the tip. Taron melts as he is taken into Richard’s mouth. The warm and wet sensation is not foreign to him, but it comes as a relief as Richard slowly moves his head lower and lower with each dip of his head.

Taron gasps at the feeling and arches into his touch. Richard's fingers curl up against his prostate whilst his mouth works wonders on him at a steady pace. Already being worked up, Taron is struggling to keep his release at bay. He’s feeling every sensation Richard is giving him. Every tongue flick on his needy length, every time he hits the back of Richard’s throat, every curl of his fingers, every time Richard hallows his cheeks. Every action bringing him closer to the edge and building up that fire in his body. It quickly becomes too much for him to bear and all he can do is gasp and moan louder than before. Unable to warn him of what’s to come, his eyes flutter closed as his orgasm washes over him, leaving him whimpering his name and pulling at his hair. Hot ropes of cum paint the inside of Richard’s mouth and he moans around his length at the feeling. Once he finished, he swallows and slowly pulls away from his lover, giving the tip one last playful lick. Taron comes down from his high, panting softly and a crimson blush settling on his face. "God, I'm sorry." he apologizes breathlessly. His mind was so clouded in pleasure that he couldn’t focus on speaking.

Richard watches him, eyes darkened with lust, and smiles softly. "Nothing to be sorry for." he tells him and wraps his hand around his own cock, stroking himself and moaning at the much needed friction. "I’m gonna make you feel so good. Just like you want, darling." he promises, a devilish grin coming across his features. Taron’s eyes enlarged at his words, and a blush paints itself on his face, his ears hot to the touch. His boyfriend instructs him to move up towards the headboard and he complies. As he settles comfortably on the bed, Richard makes his way towards him, hovering a bit. He reaches into the bedside table and retrieves a bottle of lube. He squirts some into his hand and spreads it over his length, smirking because he catches Taron watching his hand work. The younger man licks his lip, biting down softly after. Richard applies more to his fingers and rubs them over his boyfriend’s entrance, slowly pushing in to coat his walls as best as he can. Taron holds his own legs open with a groan, patiently waiting for more than just his lover’s fingers inside of him.

Richard gently removes his fingers and positions himself over the younger man, holding his length in his hand. Slowly, he begins to make his way inside. Taron whines as Richard pushes into him, finally connecting their bodies. He arches into the movement and groans satisfied when Richard sinks in deep. One hand rests on his shoulder, the other is tangled in his hair, trying to steady himself. Richard gives him time to adjust, spreading kisses all over his neck.

Richard pushes in deep and slow, really relishing the fact that they have all the time in the world for this. It's just them and their love. Something about this slow, loving pace makes the atmosphere soo much more intimate. Makes their moans sound sweeter with each thrust.

Sure, rough sex was amazing too. Dominating your partner in bed while they submitted to your will, all in part to both getting the pleasure desired. The sucks, bites, and slaps that encompassed the moment. Hearing your partner beg for a release after holding out for as long as they could, or that was allowed.

But this moment, this slow and steady rhythm heightens both men’s senses in a way like no other. Their touched gentle and warm as their bodies are engulfed in warm embraces. Kisses so passionate and soft, it left them craving for more with each separation. Bodies intertwined in the most blissful of ways, while swallowing earned moans from the other. It makes goosebumps rise on their skin, but sweat slowly build and trickle down exposed areas. Their bodies move perfectly together and neither wants to stop anytime soon.

They share sweet kisses, muffling each others moans. Tears of pleasure run down Taron's face as Richard's length massages his prostate in a steady rhythm. His next moan is so broken up it makes Richard glance at him a little alarmed.

"Are you okay?" he asks gently and slows down the pace. He gently caresses his face and kisses his jaw.

"Mmm so good..don't stop, Rich." he nods quickly and closes his eyes, mouth falling open with a moan. Taking his word for it, he continues on, matching the speed of his previous pace. "More, pleasee" he begs a little.

Richard decides to change positions, knowing his boyfriend all too well. He pulls out and giggles at the protesting sound that leaves Taron's lips. He sits on his knees and hold his hands out for Taron. "Come here, my love."

Taron gets the hint and takes his hands, sitting up and moving onto his lap, easing him in slowly. He wraps his arms around his neck, legs around his waist, and moans deliciously as he sinks down onto his cock. Moving his hips, he starts riding him in a steady pace. He kisses Richard passionately, nipping and biting at each other’s lips until he slides his tongue into his mouth. Their tongues dancing aggressively with one another.

Richard's hands caress down his sides, settling on his hips to steady him as he thrusts up into him. He moans loudly as Taron rolls his hips down to meet him. It’s pure ecstasy in the air, as both of them had been waiting for this moment for a couple days. Their skin electrifying the other with touches, grips, and tight embraces. Every kiss and bites sending goosebumps. The moans, groans, and whimpers becoming music to their ears, and they will do anything to keep the song going. If only they had been recording this to look back on later. It’s only about them in this moment, which makes it all the more passionate and sultry. It doesn't take long for Taron to find his rhythm and bounce faster on him, moaning obscenely loud as he chases his high. His release had been building steadily. But now, it’s right there, ready to be let go. "Oh God, ohh I'm gonna-." he doesn't finish his sentence as a gasp replaces his words. Richard wraps his arms around him and sends him over the edge with only a few strokes.

Taron groans out his name and cums all over their chests, sloppily moving his hips as he rides through his orgasm. The thick, white ropes painting a picture on their skin. His head sinks onto his shoulder once it washes over and he whimpers a little at the overstimulation.

Now, its Richard’s turn. "Come on, darling. Cum for me." Taron says soft and breathlessly, lovingly fondles through his hair. "My beautiful, handsome, love." he praises him. Richard was very close and all it takes is for Taron to clench around him. The action sends Richard over the edge, a low gutteral groan leaving his swollen lips as he coats his walls with his cum. Taron moans softly at the sound, kissing his neck and jaw as he rides out his orgasm.

They collapse onto the matress together and pant softly. "Tired now?" he asks laughing breathlessly. He looks over at him lazily.

"Absolutely." T smirks and lazily grabs his hand, squeezing it. "Happy Valentine's day." he says softly after a moment.

"Happy Valentine's day, love." he smiles at him sweetly.

[taste-thewaste]

There’s only one bed-Madderton fic

Title:There’s only one bed Ship: Madderton Word count: ~2800 A/N: So I’ve been seeing a ton of stuff on here about the sometimes overused trope of ‘there’s only one bed’ so the characters have to share and I thought it might be fun to put my Madderton spin on it ;) This is fluff on fluff, friends! The boys just love kissing and being together lol. I hope everyone enjoys.

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Richard didn’t think he would ever get over the sight of New York City lit up at night, the way every building glowed, the billboards, the flashing signs. It was by no means the first ‘big city’ he’d ever been in, but it always felt different, every time he was here. He always felt different, always felt waves of potential washing over him whenever he came here; he couldn’t explain it. He tucked his legs up to his chest and circled his arms around them, relaxing into the sofa and just staring out the large picture window in his hotel room. 

He knew he should get some rest, big day tomorrow. It was why he’d begged off of going out with Taron that evening, to get some rest, and yet here he was, up later than he’d expected, looking out at the evening. He could hardly believe he was here. He could hardly believe this was his life. He was a dreamer, Richard was, and this was all he’d dreamed of for years. He’d made it, and he could still hardly believe it.  

He was so focused on what he was thinking about that the unexpected loud knocking that came on his door made him nearly fall off the couch in surprise. He looked over at the door to his suite, hoping that it was just somebody lost on their way back to their own room. A moment later, as if the person on the other side of the door could read his mind, the loud knocking rang out again. 

“Oy, Rich, it’s me, open up, for the love of God!” 

What the hell was Taron doing outside his room at half past 11?

Richard pushed himself off the sofa and padded over to the door, yanking it open and immediately biting the inside of his cheek to try to stifle his laughter. Taron stood in front of him, soaking wet and scowling. His white t-shirt clung to his body, leaving little to the imagination; his green plaid flannel pajama pants were similarly wet, pasted to his legs and unleashing little rivulets of water that drip-dropped onto the hotel floor. Richard finally lost the battle of not laughing as a short, sharp guffaw burst forth from his mouth. Taron looked positively ridiculous. 

“D’you think you could continue laughing at me after I come inside?” Taron asked, a slight edge to his voice and his scowl deepening. Richard chuckled and stepped aside, allowing his dripping wet mate into the suite, barely registering that Taron was carting his suitcase with him.

“What the hell happened to you?” Richard asked, shutting the door and throwing the lock. Taron wrung his t-shirt out on the floor, leaving a puddle at his feet. 

“The fucking fire sprinklers in my room started going off and wouldn’t stop! Everything’s soaked, and they can’t figure out what’s wrong. The hotel’s fully booked because of the premiere so they can’t move me anywhere, but I told them I could stay with a friend. Is that alright?” Taron asked, looking up and finally meeting Richard’s eyes. His stomach did the briefest of backflips, the way it always did when T’s eyes met his own, and he tried, again, to push it away. 

“‘Course you can stay here, no worries,” Rich said, offering up a smile and waving him inside. “You’re always welcome.” 

Taron chuckled. “Well, we won’t be here for long, Dickie, but I certainly appreciate the sentiment. I’m having a shower.” Taron dug through his suitcase briefly and loped off towards the bathroom, clean, dry clothes in hand. Richard resisted the urge to follow him. 

It wasn’t until Taron had already been in the shower for several moments that it occurred to Richard that there was only one bed in the suite. 

Their hotel was ostensibly fancier than many, and the sofa he’d been casually lounging on when Taron had knocked on the door-the way that t-shirt had clung to his body, good Lord, Richard thought-didn’t pull out into a sleeper. He checked just to be sure, but found nothing but couch springs underneath the cushions. He supposed he could sleep on the sofa, but it was dreadful uncomfortable simply to lie on…

In the middle of his contemplation, Taron emerged from the bathroom, backlit by the fluorescent lighting and releasing a rolling fog of steam from inside. He was clad in nothing but a tight-fitting black t-shirt and a matching pair of underwear, and he looked completely comfortable in himself, as though it was nothing in the world for him to show up at Richard’s hotel suite in the middle of the evening, take a shower, and emerge with no pants on. 

“Forget your pants?” Rich asked, thanking whatever God was up there that his voice hadn’t trembled on any of the words, giving away his nerves. 

“I’ve no dry sleep pants, and who cares? It’s just us,” Taron said with a simple shrug, and Richard marveled at the way he could just make any situation, no matter what it was, seem simple. Taron rubbed a towel through his short hair, drying it off a bit. “What’re you doing awake, eh? You bailed on going out with me tonight so I thought I’d find you all curled up and asleep.”

Richard shrugged, the tiniest blush rising to his cheeks. “I was just about to when you knocked.” 

Taron ambled over to him, dropping the towel on the floor as he went. “Dickie needs his beauty rest before the premiere tomorrow?” he teased, pinching Richard’s cheek just slightly.

Rich resisted the urge to grab Taron by the hips, drag him close, bite his lower lip. God, he was just so pretty, Taron was, and cheeky, and lovely. Where the hell was his head going tonight? 

Richard cleared his throat, tried to think of dreadful topics to keep his mind from going where it was going. “Well, we have a tiny problem. There’s only one bed in here, and this sofa doesn’t pull out. It’s uncomfortable but I could sleep on it and you could take the bed,” he offered. 

Taron looked at the bed, then at the sofa, then back at the bed before looking up at Richard. “We can both sleep in the bed, looks like there’s room,” he said, gesturing towards the queen size bed. Richard’s stomach did a significantly stronger backflip than normal. 

“Both of us in the bed?” Richard asked, mentally kicking himself for stuttering over the words. “The same bed?” 

Taron laughed and stretched, his t-shirt riding up ever-so-slightly and showing his tummy. “Yes, the same bed. Do you have a problem with that?” 

Richard shook his head quickly and furiously, too quickly, too furiously. He ran his hands through his hair, feeling a blush rise to his cheeks again. “No, no problem. There’s plenty of room.” 

Taron started to turn down the covers on what he’d decided would be his side of the bed, chuckling all the while. “I mean, we’ve rolled around naked for hours on camera before. I think we can manage to catch a good night’s rest in the same bed for one evening.” 

“Shut up, you cheeky bastard,” Rich said, turning down his side and crawling in, pretending to play it cool. He had no doubt that Taron could tell how nervous he was, though, if the wry grin on his face was any indication as he hopped into the bed, too. Richard snuggled down deep under the covers, keeping himself as still as possible, staying as close to the edge of the bed as possible. He was acutely aware of himself, of his body, of the space he occupied. He’d never been more nervous yet excited at the same time, or more tense. Taron looked over at him, the grin still on his face, before going, “Oh,” and hopping out of bed to turn the lights off. He hopped right back in, just as gracefully. 

Richard felt himself instantly relax with the lights off, even though the bright lights of the city below them meant the room wasn’t completely dark. The light bled through the thin curtains that Richard hadn’t drawn all the way, and he looked up and found Taron gazing at him. He was still smiling, but it was less of a teasing smile and one of...fondness, if Richard wasn’t misreading things. 

“What?” Richard asked, the near-darkness, the closeness making him whisper. “Why are you looking at me?” 

“I like looking at you,” Taron whispered back, and Rich couldn’t tell completely, but he thought there might be some pink to Taron’s cheeks. 

Richard felt a wave of boldness crash over him, and he whispered back, “I like looking at you, too.” 

Taron nodded slightly, and said, “I’m nervous about tomorrow.” 

“Why?” 

“I don’t know. It’s not like we haven’t done it before. I just..the more we do this, the more I think this film could really be something, Rich, y’know? I know we haven’t made the next...I don’t know, Forrest Gump or something, but this film could really resonate with people. I think it will. We’ve made something special, and the people it touches are going to be grateful for it. It just adds some pressure, I suppose.” Taron shrugged a little, his eyes gazing off across the room, lost in thought. 

Richard bit his lower lip and looked at Taron. “My favorite thing about you is how passionate you are. I’ve never seen anyone put so much of themselves into a role. If this movie is something special, it’s because of you.”

Taron’s eyes moved back onto Richard’s. “Thanks,” he said softly, and the two lapsed into quiet. The only sound was the muffled noise of cars rushing by on the streets below, and the slow even breathing of both of them. Richard felt his anxieties quell, the backflips in his belly still, his entire body fall calm. An hour ago he’d been ruminating on this life he got to live, and if you’d asked him how sharing a bed with Taron would make him feel, he wouldn’t have said calm. 

That’s what he felt, though. He felt calm and content. In any other situation, it would’ve been weird for he and Taron to just look at each other, but that was what they were doing and it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Finally, after what felt like ages, Taron broke the silence. 

“Thanks for letting me stay over,” he said quietly, and (with a slightly shaking hand, Rich noticed), Taron reached out and touched Richard’s face, stroking the soft pad of his thumb over Richard’s cheek. Richard breathed in deeply, his heart fluttering in his chest. 

“What are you doing?” he whispered, and Taron drew his hand away like he’d been burned. 

“I just--I’m sorry,” he said quietly. It was one of the few times he’d ever seen Taron nervous; the boy was perpetually sunny and confident. Richard drew on a small well of strength, and reached out and grabbed Taron’s hand. He laced their fingers together and squeezed gently. 

“Don’t be sorry,” Richard said, and Taron nodded, reaching his hand out again after letting go of Richard’s to stroke his face again. 

“Rich, I...can I…” Taron muttered, and he tilted his face towards Richard’s and kissed him, so gently that it was almost as if it didn’t happen, his lips just lightly brushing the other man’s. It was enough, though. It was enough to wake them both up, to send tiny zaps of electricity traveling down their spines. Rich wriggled closer to Taron, ungraceful in his need to be closer to the man he was sharing a bed with. Taron leaned his forehead against Richard’s, casting his eyes downward, unable to look at him. 

“I’ve liked you for a while,” Taron confessed, his voice husky with the quiet and desperation of the words he was expressing. Taron was not a nervous person, and yet, the idea of confessing to Richard what he’d been feeling for so long was...maddening and terrifying. He couldn’t stand the idea of being vulnerable like this and being shot down. 

Richard reached out and tilted Taron’s face up, so he was looking directly into his ocean blue eyes. “I’ve liked you, too,” he said softly, and that was enough to break the spell of the gentle calm between them. Taron’s lips were on his, deep, powerful, almost aggressive, and he was answering back just as strongly. Their teeth clashed together and their bodies curved in towards each other. Richard ran his hands up Taron’s shirt, gripping the other man’s hips and dragging him closer; their legs twined together and in the back of Richard’s mind, he thought of how similar this was in some ways to the scene they’d filmed together. Taron bit down on his lower lip and Rich moaned, lightly. 

They rutted against each other like a couple of teenagers, and Richard thought that he hadn’t felt anything so good in ages. They kissed with no expectations, with wild abandon, and when it was done, it was done. Taron took Richard in his arms and Richard nuzzled into him, curving his body towards Taron and tucking himself in neatly. He laid his head against the soft cotton of Taron’s t-shirt and Taron dropped a kiss absent-mindedly on the top of Richard’s head. Their breathing was synced up, both of them breathing rather heavily, and he was warm. He felt safe, and seen, and known. 

“You are exceptional,” Taron whispered after a moment’s silence, and Rich knew in his heart that his words weren’t referring to anything physical they had just done. He knew, somehow, that Taron was referring to him as a person, not just his body, and he could’ve cried. 

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Morning came, as it always does, sunlight filtering in through the room. The alarm that Richard had set prior to Taron’s arrival blared, rousing both of them unpleasantly from the warm, comforting sleep they’d been enjoying. Richard was still curved into Taron, their legs entwined and his hand on Taron’s belly. He rolled over and smacked the alarm clock as hard as he could, silencing the annoying sound. 

Taron stretched and let out a low moan, opening his eyes and blinking sleepily. A slow smile spread across his face as he looked at Richard, who smiled back at him. Now that it was light out and the day had come, if you’d asked Richard if the night before had happened, he might not have been able to answer yes. He couldn’t be sure, it had been so gentle and like the answer to a long-wanted dream he’d been having. 

“Morning, sunshine,” Taron said, sleep still clouding his voice. Richard grinned. 

“Mornin’.” 

“Ready for today?” Taron asked, kissing Richard softly and enjoying the pink flush that rose to Richard’s cheeks. 

“Suppose, I’ll have you there to keep me calm,” Richard said cheekily. Taron nodded and rolled out of bed. 

“I guess I should head back to my room, hair and makeup are going to meet me there soon-ish. But we could have breakfast first, if you want?” Taron said, finding his old crumpled pants on the floor and pulling them on.

“Breakfast would be nice,” Richard said, getting out of bed himself and then stopping short. “Hold on, you can’t meet them there, your room is flooded, isn’t it?” 

Taron froze, a delightfully evil grin spreading onto his face. “Well, the thing is…”

Richard’s one eyebrow shot up quizzically. “The thing is…?” 

“I was thinking about you last night after you bailed on me and I was feeling bold so I…” He trailed off lightly.

Richard sighed. “Taron.”

“Okay, okay. I sort of made up the story about my room being flooded so I could come see you,” Taron said, a tiny laugh slipping out. 

Richard couldn’t help but smile, seeing how clearly pleased Taron was with himself. “You made it up?” he asked incredulously. 

“Well, yeah,” Taron said, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Why didn’t you just...text me, or come by?” Richard asked. 

“I didn’t think you wanted me to, I don’t know, I was nervous,” Taron babbled, blushing just a bit. Richard went over to him and impulsively pulled Taron into his arms, pressing their bodies against each other. Richard kissed Taron’s temple gently. 

“I wanted you to. Promise,” Richard murmured and Taron snuggled into him briefly. After a few moments, Taron reluctantly pushed himself away. 

“Alright. Really have to get going unfortunately, I don’t think we can do breakfast. I’ll see you soon,” Taron said, kissing Richard softly and turning to leave. 

“One last thing, Taron?” Richard called, and Taron paused with his hand on the doorknob. 

“Yes, love?” Taron asked. 

“If your room wasn’t really flooded...then how’d you get sopping wet before you came over here?” 

“Oh, that. Well, I got in the shower with my clothes on, obviously,” Taron said, shrugging and waving before exiting the room, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. 

He’s mad, Richard thought. Then, he smiled to himself. And he’s mine.

[tarontherocketman]

MADDERTON FANS STOP SCROLLING

So just a quick proposition, if I were to start writing a Madderton teacher AU that I've had ideas about for ages, would anyone want to read? I'm thinking like Taron is a secondary school drama teacher and he's managed to hide that he's gay until Richard joins the team (haven't decided his subject yet tell me if you have any ideas) and it becomes hard to fall in love in a school full of prying eyes and there's drama and angst and fluff and yeah..I've got some cute mini storylines to throw in too like Taron longterm helping and supporting a student he sees being bullied which may or may not be a reflection of how much I wished I had a teacher in my corner in school when I was being badly bullied oops

Anyway if this is something you'd read either like the post or if you want me to tag you when I post the first chapter let me know that would be great because knowing people are waiting for it would help me be held accountable for writing and motivate me to actually start it

Thanks in advance!

[ilikeyouxactually]

PSA: Definitely opening my Madderton prompts to any and all Madderton prompts, not just fluff. I have a need to write about these boys, so hit me.

[greensequoia]

Fic Prompts

Under the cut is over 200 prompts compiled from the following: 1-100, 101-140, 141-220

Feel free to write in with your own requests as well! 

You can request xreader (or, 2nd person pov, i.e., ‘you’ stories), third person pov (s/he, his/her, etc stories), or request a fic with a specific name in mind. (If you are requesting xreader, please let me know what gender you’d like reader to be.)

What I write: 

fluff angst domestic family situations

- professor/student - littles/bigs - kidnap - dad’s best friend/best friend’s dad - dark!fic

a/b/o

- bonding - heat/rut cycles - mpreg - knotting

smut

- literally 99% of kinks (d/s, daddy/mommy kinks, toys, overstim, non/dub-con, etc) - no bodily fluids

Who I write for:

taron x reader, including

- eggsy - dean

richard x reader, including

- prince kit

note: no madderton

sebastian x reader, including

- bucky - steve (fresh) - carter - chris (the martian)

chris x reader, including

- steve (post-serum) - andy

elizabeth olsen x reader, including

- wanda

scarlett johansson x reader, but only

- natasha

pairings

- stucky (including +reader) - starker

1. “Do you want me to leave?” 2. “I swear it won’t happen again.” 3. “I’m not jealous.” 4. “You can’t keep doing this.” 5. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” 6. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.” 7. “You did what?!” 8. “Were you ever going to tell me?” 9. “Don’t ask me that.” 10. “I might have had a few shots.” 11. “What’s with the box?” 12. “Say it!” 13. “I could kiss you right now!” 14. “Are you done with that?” 15. “Are you still awake…?” 16. “Excuse you?” 17. “This is all your fault!” 18. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.” 19. “I could kill you right now!” 20. “Just admit I’m right.” 21. “That doesn’t even make sense.” 22. “That’s irrational.” 23. “Just pretend to be my date.” 24. “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” 25. “When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!” 26. “I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again.” 27. “I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.” 28. “That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.” 29. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” 30. “Can I sit here? The other tables are full.” 31. “You weren’t supposed to laugh!” 32. “This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.” 33. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” 34. “These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.” 35. “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.” 36. “Did I say that out loud?” 37. “Do you think they could have loved me?” 38. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” 39. “How long have you been standing there?” 40. “Have I ever lied to you?” 41. “Have you lost your fucking mind?” 42. “His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.” 43. “I am not losing you again!” 44. “I don’t know why I’m crying.” 45. “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” 46. “I just need to be alone right now.” 47. “When I picture myself happy… It’s with you.” 48. “I made a mistake.” 49. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.” 50. “I need you to forgive me.” 51. “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.” 52. “I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.” 53. “I’m flirting with you.” 54. “I’m not good enough for you.” 55. “I fell in love with my best friend.” 56. “I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” 57. “I’m up to the challenge.” 58. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life. Ever since the day I first met you.” 59. “I’m yours.” 60. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.” 61. “If you go anywhere near them, you’ll have to deal with me!” 62. “It’s okay to cry…” 63. “What do you mean? It’s exciting!” 64. “Talk to me.” 65. “Look at me—just breathe, okay?” 66. “Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you.” 67. “Oh my god! You’re in love with them!” 68. “Well, this is where I live.” 69. “We finish it the same way we started—together.” 70. “What are you afraid of?” 71. “You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me.” 72. “You deserve so much better.” 73. “You don’t have to stay.” 74. “You don’t know you the way I do.” 75. “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” 76. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” 77. “You shouldn’t have even been there!” 78. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” 79. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” 80. “Teach me?” 81. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?” 82. “Looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while.” 83. “Just once.” 84. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.” 85. “It’s not what it looks like.” 86. “I got you a present.” 87. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!” 88. “See, now, what that so bad?”.” 89. “You’re the best part of me.” 90. “I don’t want to think about what I’d be like without you.” 91. “Can I hold your hand?” 92. “Let’s move in together.” 93. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.” 94. “What time is it?” 95. “Just wait a second.” 96. “Here, let me.” 97. “You’re so cute when you pout like that.” 98. “Hold me back!’ 99. “I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!” 100. “I adore you.” 101. “I actually thought I could count on you.” 102. “So you thought what we had was a joke?” 103. “I wonder if you wander in my dreams to catch my nightmares.” 104. “Please tell me your real.” 105. “I like the way you kiss me.” 106. “Your hair is like a marshmallow.” 107. “You are mental.” 108. “I have lost so much, and I don’t want to lose you too.” 109. “Your smile is the only thing I want to see.” 110. “Would you just kiss me already?” 111. “I like you for a lot of reasons. Too many for my own good.” 112. “I’m not very good when it comes to relationships.” 113. “Do you really love me, or was that an illusion you made me believe?” 114. “You, me, date, Friday. Pick me up at six. Okay bye!” 115. “You are a real asshole, did you know?“ 116. “Between you and food, I choose food.” 117. “I just want to cuddle.” 118. “Tell me something good.” 119. “I am a never ending spiral of emotions.” 120. “He is so ignorant, to the fact I’m in love with him.” 21. “Now that should go on Instagram.” 122. “Tony, shut up, I’m not afraid to go world star on you.” 123. “God, I love you so much.” 124. “How the fuck did someone hack me?! I have Norton!“ 125. “I don’t want to be your friend.” 126. “I love you dork. Even if you don’t feel the same way.” 127. “I’m like a house of cards. One blow and I’m broken.” 128. “I got lost in you. And it’s the kind of lost that is exactly like being found.” 129. “How stupid of me to think I was the only flower in your garden.” 130. “I hope you find the happiness you’ve been pretending to have.” 131. “Oh please. You know I give a fuck about you everyday.” 132. “I saw you in my dreams again. It felt so real.” 133. “I want to feel nothing the next time I see you.” 134. “Your hearts too big for your own good.” 135. “You won’t understand and I can’t explain.” 136. “You can’t take back what you said.” 137. “Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said you couldn’t dance.” 138. “Does it bother you that we barely ever talk?” 139. “What do you do if you don’t complete the person that completes you?” 140. “But I needed you. And guess what?-you were never there.” 141. “Had I known I was going to have guests over at 4 a.m., I would’ve tidied up.” 142. “How dare you?!” 143. “It’s you, it’s always been you.” 144. “Well, this is awkward.” 145. “Just pretend to be my date.”

146. “Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” 147.“You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?” 148. “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy.. even then. Especially then!” 149. “I think I’ve been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again.” 150. “You know we’re supposed to be together. I knew the first time I saw yoy and you know it too. I know you do.” 151. “Oh, do you ever shut up?” 152. “Don’t patronize me for something you were too scared to do!” 153. ““I’m like 75% sure this won’t explode.” 154. “You’re bleeding on my carpet.” 155. “Excuse me, but whoever stood you up is a jerk.” 156. “You’re the hero, huh? I guess that makes me the villain.” 157. “Where did you learn to dance?” 158. “Where were you? Do you have any idea as to how worried I was?” 159. “Who gave you that black eye?” 160. “Why are you lying?” 161. “Why are you up so early?” 162. “Why can’t you see what you’re doing to me?” 163. “Why choose me?” 164. “Why don’t you just kiss me already?” 165. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” 166. “Damn. You clean up good.” 167. “Did I just say that out loud?” 168. “Did I stutter?” 169. “Either ask her out or I will do it for you!” 170. “Excuse me, I’m terribly lost. Can you help me?” 171. “You could have gotten yourself killed!” “But.. I didn’t?” 172. “He’s the opposite of friendly. As in, don’t be friends with him.” 173. “What did I say?” “You told me to behave.” “What did you do?” “The exact opposite.” 174. “Honestly, I only ask for your help because it’s so cute when you try.” 175. “You know, you’re adorable when you’re mab.” “I can literally kill you. Don’t tempt me.” 176. “Hey, I know being evil is kind of your thing and all, but do you think you could like, not, for just a few days. I’m exhausted. I haven’t slept in like three days because I’ve been kept up with your schemes. I have three assignments due and you’re not helping. Do you think you could give me a break, just this once?” 177. “Look, I know you’re a hardass, but can you play with my hair? It would really help.” 178. “I don’t deserve you.” 179. “I’m sorry, but… I don’t remember you.” 180. “I wish I’d never met you.” “No.. you don’t mean that.” 181. “We didn’t even get to use the toys last night.” 182. “You know, I heard you talking, but I still don’t have my coffee.” 183. “I like the way your hand fits in mine.” 184. “You have something in your hair, umm.. Do you want me to get it out?” 185. “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.” 186. “You can call me whenever you want.. Even if you don’t have a reason to.” 187. “I’m bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will.” 188. “This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?” 189. “Wait, don’t pull away.. Not yet.” 190. “You look really cute in that sweater.” 191. “Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything.” 192. “No, it’s fine. I can wait until you’re done talking to them.” 193. “I don’t owe you an explanation.” 194. “I had no idea you were into that stuff.. I‘m glad I found out.” 195. “We have to be quiet.” 196. “You’re trembling.” 197. “I want an answer, goddamnit!” 198. “It was you the whole time.” 199. “Tell me again.” 200. “This is why we can’t have nice things.” 201. “I’m not going anywhere.” 202. “You don’t see me.” 203. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you!” 204. “Prove it.” 205. “I might never get another chance to say this.” 206. “Do you regret it?” 207. “Tell me I’m wrong.” 208. “Lie to me then.” 209. “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” 210. “The fun doesn’t have to end.” 211. “We need to talk about what happened last night.” 212. “I never stood a chance, did I?” 213. “I feel like I can’t breathe.” 214. “I’m only here to establish an alibi.” 215. “Are you drunk?” 216. “I still remember the way you taste.” 217. “How much of that did you hear?” 218. “What happens if I do this?” 219. “Why are you whispering?” 220. “I think I can convince you to stay.”

[greenmeetsblue221b]

Rating:Not RatedArchive Warning:Creator

Chose Not To Use Archive

WarningsCategory:M/M

Fandoms: Rocketman (2019)Rocketman (2019) RPFBritish Actor RPFActor RPF

Relationship:Taron Egerton/Richard MaddenCharacters:Richard MaddenTaron EgertonDexter Fletcher

Additional Tags: Angst Fluff Filming Rocketman post filming Tiny Dancer - Freeform Richard being unsure Coming Out Kinda Elton John - Freeform(mentioned) - Freeform Fluff and Hurt/Comfort madderton - Freeform

Language: English

“Are you ready to woo me?” He teased easily but Richards stomach clenched a little. For Taron, the scene which they were about to shoot, had a completely different value. It was just another scene in a greater story.

Or Richard dealing with his emotions and feelings during the filming of the Tiny Dancer scene. And Taron being just the best.

[taste-thewaste]

Yoooo please send me some! I’m still working through my kissing prompt asks (so if you sent me something please know I WILL do them all!) but I’m kind of in the mood for something different! I’m feeling angsty so hit me with them Madderton angst prompts! ;) but any of these will do, you know I love my fluff (also be sure to specify angst or fluff! 🤠)

prompts list :)

fluff/general

“how much did you drink?”

“aw, you’re so cute.”

“what did you do?”

“i asked if you were having a party. i didn’t tell you to have a party.”

“this is the opposite of what i told you to do.”

“well, it’s the thought that counts.”

“wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.”

“okay, where are all my jumpers?”

“oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?”

“yeah, okay, but i’m cooler.”

“you owe me a kiss.”

“how did you get in here?”

“for starters, that’s impossible.”

“how did you fail a survey?”

“yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe i would.”

“that’s not even fair.”

“you promised me a cookie!”

“did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

“ew, that is so sappy, i might vomit.”

“i’m not playing truth or dare.”

“you’re not very intimidating.”

“i love you.”

“well the probability of that is 0, but you go ahead.”

“that was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

“why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”

“maybe not.”

“why the hell is there glitter everywhere?”

“well, i’m pretty irresistible.”

“how much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?”

“detention? again?”

angst

“why don’t you just go?”

“no, it’s not like that.”

“if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.”

“it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“what’s the point?”

“fuck you.”

“you should’ve said that yesterday.”

“don’t lie to me.”

“i swear, if you say another word, i’ll leave.”

“change in mind or change in heart?”

“it’s over, it’s done, just leave it be.”

“why do you keep bringing it up?”

“we can’t go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.”

“you say you’ll stop, but then you keep doing it!”

“maybe in another world.”

“why are you like this?”

“stop making empty promises!”

“what about us?”

“don’t say that.”

“i’m done. we’re done.”’

feel free to reblog :)

[writingformadderton]

Only Yours

Ship: Madderton

Word Count: 2333

Summary: Richard and Taron have a meeting with another CEO to talk about a contract. Much to Richard’s annoyance his friend tries to flirt with his boyfriend Taron and make him his assistant. But Taron knows where he wants to be.

Additional Tags: fluff, smut, domestic fluff

Requested via chat by: @queenmerabby I hope you like it, darling💜

Part 2 of Looking gorgeous, Sir

Richard sipped his coffee as he went through the files again. He needed to know everything and be prepared for the meeting. Richard felt his boyfriend wrapping his arms around his waist and cuddling into his side. He smiled down at him. “Hey you.”

Taron smiled up to him. “Hey.” He spoke softly. “You were up early today.”

“Yeah I wanted to go through everything again.” He nodded.

“Mmm… Left me alone in bed.” He jokingly pouted.

Richard giggled softly and kissed the tip of his nose. “I’m sorry, love.” He pouted back. “I promise you’ll get all the cuddles you want when we’re back home tonight.

T smirked and nodded. “Alright, I forgive you.”

“Brilliant.” He grinned and softly fondled over Taron’s fluffy hair. “Want some coffee, darling?” T nodded and Richard poured him a cup, sitting down. Taron straddled his lap and wrapped his arms around his neck, burying his face in his shoulder. “Someone’s tired.” He smiled a little.

“Mm, very.” T hummed softly. He could feel the fabric of Richard’s shirt beneath his fingers and smirked a little. He himself was dressed in nothing but some sweatpants and a t-shirt while Richard was almost ready for work again. “What’s up at work today?” he asked.

“The meeting about the collaboration.” He said and softly fondled over Taron’s head. “So let’s get you ready, bubs, I’ll need you today.”

“You always need me.” He mumbled into his shoulder smirking.

“Of course I do.” He giggled and rolled his eyes playfully. Taron pulled back and smiled brightly. “My sweet, sweet love.” He cooed softly and nudged their noses.

“I love you.” Taron said softly.

“I love you, too.” He answered with a loving kiss, T cupped his face gently. Richard carried him back to their bedroom and helped his tired boyfriend dressing up.

T smirked up to him as Richard was closing the buttons of his shirt. “I love it when you do this.” He admitted blushing a little.

“Dressing you up?” he asked smiling a little and looked down at him as he continued. T nodded softly, blushing even more. “I love it too, taking care of my beautiful boy.” He spoke softly and gave him a little kiss on his forehead as he closed the last button.

While Taron sipped his coffee Richard fixed his hair, styling it perfectly. T grabbed his round thin silver glasses and pushed them up his nose. “Gotta look smart today.” He joked, making Richard laugh softly. “I’ll put in my contact lenses when we’re there, too tired now.”

He smiled and grabbed his hand, leading him downstairs. “You look adorable with or without glasses.”

“Stop it.” He rolled his eyes playfully but couldn’t hide the blush rising on his face.

 -

Richard’s eyes wandered over Taron as he stepped into their office. He was wearing a blue, thin white striped suit and it fit perfectly. His boyfriend looked absolutely stunning today.

Taron put down his glasses at his table, lenses in now, and said without looking at him, “You’re staring.”

He snorted amused and focused back on the piece of paper in his hand. “Well the sight’s stunning, you know.” He simply said.

“Will you ever stop showering me with compliments?” he giggled.

“Definitely not. You’ll have to kiss me to make me stop.” He grinned.

Taron rolled his eyes and walked over. “We both know you’d keep on doing it while kissing me, silly.” He smiled happily and leaned down kissing him sweetly. “But I’ll never say no to a kiss.”

“Oh I know.” He smirked and pulled him onto his lap. Taron leaned against him smiling and rested his hand on his chest. “You’re quite cuddly today.” He noticed.

“Mmm…Told you, you left me too early, I didn’t get my morning cuddles properly.” He grinned, cuddling into him. Rich wrapped his arms around him tightly and kissed his hair.

 -

Only a bit later they were meeting with the boss of another company to talk about a deal for their collaboration on a new project. Richard had met him a few times before, Taron had never. He wanted to have him with him and see what his better half was thinking about it. What he didn’t expect was the interest Matt would have in Taron and it stung him a little.

“Oh Richard, I didn’t know you have such a gorgeous assistant.” He said smiling as Taron entered the room with him and offered him his hand introducing himself. “What’s your name, beautiful?”

“Taron Egerton.” He simply said, ignoring the last comment and shaking his hand, quickly pulling it away again.

Richard watched them closely, seeing how annoyed Taron looked. “Let’s get to business.” Richard said pointing at the table and made his way over. Taron followed putting down the contract at the table and they started to talk it through.

Taron exchanged a look with Richard when he pointed at something on the contract and Matt’s hand brushed his “accidentally”. He could see how much it bothered Richard and cleared his throat. “Well, we can agree on it now or you’ll take a copy of it with you and read through it again over lunch.”

“I think lunch sounds great. Would you join me if I have any questions?” he asked looking directly at Taron.

“I think you should read it through without any of our influence, afterwards we’re happy to answer any questions left.” Taron said firmly and grabbed the folder in his hands tightly, feeling uncomfortable.

“Such a pity, I’d love to have such a handsome company.”  He answered.

“I’m already someone’s company.” He said shortly and saw the frosty look in Richard’s eyes, coating the usually warm blue. “I’ll be in my office if you need me.” He nodded towards Rich, he just wanted to get away.

Richard nodded understanding and watched him leave quickly.

“He has a girlfriend?” Matt asked.

“Boyfriend.” Richard answered shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Well there is always a way to still get him.” He joked.

“I doubt that.” He said firmly. “Have a nice lunch.” He barely got out before leading him out. Richard growled softly as he was in the elevator and made his way back to their office. He opened the door and saw Taron sitting on his desk, playing with his glasses,             a nervous habit of him.

Taron looked up as he stepped in and put his glasses aside. “I hate such behavior.” He said lowly. “You never did that to get my attention, you just asked like normal people would do.” He groaned softly.

Richard stepped in front of him, placing his hands on his thighs. “I know, love. I told him you have a boyfriend. I’ll punch his face at the next comment.” He joked and made Taron giggle.

“Don’t, it’ll only get us into trouble.” He spoke softly.

Richard looked deep into his eyes and rubbed his thighs soothingly. “I love you very much, T.”

Taron’s eyes hung on his lips as he said that and he looked up, his face softened and he suddenly looked vulnerable. “Richard… Please tell me I’m yours.” He said barely audible. “Please mark me up and show him I’m yours and yours only.” He continued. “Make me yours.” He begged softly.

Richard scanned him over and easily saw his boyfriend needed some reassurance. “You did nothing wrong.” He assured him softly and cupped his face gently, kissing him lovingly.

Taron made a soft sound as their lips met and wrapped his legs around his waist, pulling him in close. He held onto his arms and kissed back longingly.

Richard moved down to his neck and left soft bites, sucking at them and turning his skin reddish. They’d leave some pretty marks.

Taron moaned and tangled his hand in Richard’s hair. “Richard…” he whispered softly as Richard’s hand wandered up his thigh, resting dangerously near to his crotch.

Richard’s thumb rubbed circles on his inner thigh and he could feel the fabric straightening as Taron got hard. He lifted him up and Taron held onto him as he carried him over to their armchairs. Richard let him down, kissing him passionately while opening his trousers and sliding them down fully.

Taron stepped out of them, his boxers followed and he got pushed down gently into the chair.

Richard straddled his lap and kissed him passionately, opening the buttons of his shirt. “My beautiful baby.” He said softly and rubbed his bum over Taron’s lap making him moan softly.

Taron looked up to him, blueish green eyes sparkling with love. “I love you.” He whispered softly.

“I love you, too.” He smiled just as soft and wondered once more about himself. Being with Taron changed him, made him more vulnerable, softer and definitely more cheesy, which he would never admit. But over the five years of their relationship, their anniversary was coming up, Taron really left his impact on Rich.

Taron himself had become more self confident, even though he relied on Richard when they were together. He wasn’t as nervous around him anymore, but still shamelessly submissive.

“Let me take care of you.” Richard spoke gently and kissed him once again before dropping onto his knees in front of the chair. He grabbed his hips and pulled him forward, parting his legs and looking up at him through long lashes.

Taron smiled down at him, resting back against the chair comfortably and opened his legs a bit further. “Please..” he breathed out.

Richard grabbed his dick and licked all the way up, circling his tongue over the tip and pressing into the slit making his boyfriend moan needy. He sucked lovingly at his tip, a soft whimper left Taron’s lips.

“God, Rich –“ he pressed out and rolled his eyes back as Richard took him in deeper. He didn’t dare to mess up Richard’s hair and so his fingers buried deep into the cushion of the chair.

Richard loved the sounds Taron made and grabbed his thighs pressing him down. “Stay still.” He winked at him and sunk back down all the way, feeling Taron trying to buck up his hips underneath his hands.

It didn’t take long and Taron’s forehead was coated in sweat, his body was heating up in waves and his stomach tightening. He had his face buried in one hand, moaning against it obscenely loud as his eyes fluttered close. “Richie…” he whined softly getting close.

Richard could feel him trembling and knew he was close. He let go of his thighs and roamed his hands up Taron’s torso, sucking hard. He hummed softly around him and sent him over the edge.

Taron’s hands buried themselves in his back as he came down his throat moaning out his name breathless, over and over again. He sunk back into the chair moaning lazily as Richard sucked him dry and closed his eyes, eyebrows crumbling in pleasure.

Richard pulled back after a bit and smirked up at his boyfriend who looked like a mess. He pushed himself up and leaned down. “You’re mine.” He whispered into his ear and saw him smiling lazily before he kissed him.

“Only yours.” He smiled and opened his eyes, meeting a adoring blue. “Thank you.” He breathed out.

Richard kissed him softly and caressed his cheek. “Let’s get you dressed up again.” He said and did exactly that. But this time he didn’t close the upper three buttons, making the marks visible and messed up his hair a bit.

Taron giggled softly at his attempt to let Matt see he belonged to someone and thought it was adorable. “I’m hungry.” He said patting his tummy softly.

“I’ll warm up our lunch.” He promised and got the stuffed pasta they prepared together at home, putting it into the microwave.

Taron settled in the armchair again and relaxed. He was feeling less on the edge now and smiled happily as Richard came back with their lunch.

Richard sat down and pulled T on his lap, feeding him. “Here you go.” He smiled and took a bite himself.

“You’re the best.” He smirked and planted a kiss onto his cheek, cuddling into him. They finished their lunch and shared a loving cuddle.

 -

Taron was seated in the arm chair, proudly wearing his marks as Matt was with them again. He followed the discussion of Richard and Matt and it seemed like everything would work out.

Then Matt looked at Taron. “I wanted to ask if you’d like to work as my assistant, you’re way more competent than mine.”

Taron raised his eyebrows and eyed Richard who froze in his movements and suddenly looked… worried. He nearly jumped up to shower him with kisses. “I have to decline your offer.” He simply said.

“Such a pity. Is there anything that would change your mind?” he asked.

“Not really. Under no circumstances I would like to stop working side by side with my boyfriend.” He answered and saw the soft smile on Richard’s lips while Matt turned a bit pale. “So, since we’re all done for today, I suppose I’ll get back to work.” He smiled and got up, returning back to his desk. “I need your signature here, love.” He said raising a random piece of paper.

“I’ll be there in a second.” Rich said unable to hide the amusement in his eyes. Only moments later they were on their own again and Richard wandered over. “Where do I need to… Oh.”

He got pulled down by Taron who kissed him full of love. “I would never work for someone else, you hear me?” he said firmly and watched him lovingly. “I’ve seen the worries in your eyes, silly.”

Richard blushed a bit and kissed him again. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Taron smiled and got up hugging him tightly. “So, so much.” He said and buried his face in his chest, smiling when Richard pressed a kiss into his hair and hugged him close.

@taron-eggmcmuffin @maddertonmyheart @multicoloredchicken @primaba11erina @madderton-obsessed @ispewglitter

[writingformadderton]

Nightmares

Ship: Madderton

Word Count: 2146

Summary: Richard suffers from nightmares, calling his boyfriend Taron is the only thing that soothes him back to sleep. One night he turns up in front of Taron’s door and T decides to let him stay for a few days, leading to a few confessions...

Additional Tags: nightmares, fluff, comfort, cheesy, angst, 

Requested via chat by: @queenmerabby

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Richard had trouble with sleeping his whole life. There had been anxious nights of tossing and turning, thoughts running wild. There had been trouble with settling down and falling asleep at all. But one thing hasn't been happening in a very long time; nightmares.

His life went almost perfect at the moment. He had finished his newest movie, was healthy and had the most gorgeous boyfriend he could've ever wished for. Taron was perfect; His soft smile combined with those beautiful blueish-green bright eyes that twinkled whenever he smiled. He was attentive, caring, soft, loving and a lot of fun to be around.

They were a couple for six months now, everything went fine, but didn't live together yet. Both had been busy with work in between and so they just never talked about it.

Richard had been with Taron when it happened for the first time. They had been cuddling on the sofa, falling asleep after a while. When T woke up again he went to the bathroom and got himself something to drink, finding Richard squirming on the sofa. Richard still remembers how he woke up panting in his boyfriend's arms and the sweet nonsense he whispered to him, calming him down. Rich had to promise Taron that day that he'd call him after a bad nightmare.

Now he was sitting there shaking, phone in his hand, unsure if this was a good idea. Should he really wake up Taron at 4am? But he promised and Taron would notice it when they'd spend time together later today. He anxiously presses call and wraps his blanket close around him.

"Rich? You're okay?" Taron asks, voice raspier than usual.

"I'm okay... Just promised you to call," he says softly. "M' sorry for waking you up."

Taron rubs his face and sits up against the headboard. "No, it's fine. Having nightmares?" Rich just hums agreeing, not wanting to talk about them. T nods to himself, Rich would open up when he'd be ready. "Can I do anything for you, love?" he asks softly.

"Just wanted to hear your voice," Rich admits as he lays down, putting his phone beside him and on speaker.

"Oh sweetie." he coos softly, lying down again. "I'm glad if I can help you with talking nonsense." Rich chuckles softly at that. "Why don't you try and relax while I'll sing you a lullaby?"

"Sounds lovely." Richard smiles a little and gets comfortable again. What did he do to deserve this sweetheart?

Taron smiles and starts singing to him until Richard gets all quiet and continues for a little longer to be sure he was asleep.

 -

After taking a shower and getting ready, Richard drove to Taron's apartment that day. He used his key and stepped inside, finding T relaxing on the sofa in his sweater and sweatpants, hair a fluffy mess. Taron was reading through a script and threw it aside when he saw him. "My handsome love." he makes grabby hands towards him.

Rich chuckles and walks over, getting pulled down and straddles his lap. "Hey, you," he speaks softly and kisses him lovingly.

Taron cups his face and hums into the kiss happily. "Missed ya."

Richard smiles into the kiss. "Was here yesterday, but I know what you mean... Missed ya too."

"I always miss you when you're gone," he says softly.

Richard nudges their noses together, smiling softly. "Thank you for being there yesterday."

"Of course, Richie," he speaks gently and kisses his forehead. He cuddles him close and pulls him down, now lying on top of Richard. "I'll be there for you whenever you need me."

"I love you so much," Rich says adoringly and fondles over his hair.

"I love you too, angel eyes." he smiles and pushes himself up looking down at him. He lets his eyes wander all over Richard's face, studies his full lips, long lashes, and those beautiful deep blue eyes. "Gosh I'm lucky." he breathes out and giggles as Richard blushes a bit. His finger traces down his nose, bopping it softly, and fondles over his lips while he looks deep into his eyes. His fingers run through his hair, playing with the grey streak.

"You're doing that cute thing again," he whispers.

"Looking at you like you mean everything to me?" he whispers back. "Because then you're absolutely right." his eyes get soft and adoring and Richard's heart skips a beat.

He smiles up to him softly and cups his face, caressing his cheeks. Taron searches his look before leaning down as if he's asking for permission. Richard nods softly and Taron's lips sink down onto his. They sink into the kiss, holding onto each other as if they were feared to lose each other right here and now.

"Don't you ever leave me," Taron whispers.

"Not planning to do so," he whispers back.

"I. Need. You. By. My. Side. For. The. Rest. Of. My damn life." he said between little soft kisses.

 -

Richard and Taron spent the day cuddling and Rich was showered by sweet things from Taron. Rich found out quite early in their relationship that T always got very sweet and cheesy when he knew he wasn't feeling that well. It was quite adorable.

A few days later he settles down in bed and closes his eyes trying to sleep. It does go well for a while until he wakes up panting Taron's name and feels tears on his cheeks. He sits up shaking and rubs his face tiredly. "Fuck." he breathes out.

Over the last few days the nightmares kept on waking him up and every time Taron was on the phone immediately to soothe him back to sleep.

Richard stares at his phone and feels like it won't be enough to settle down this time. He gets up and gets the sweater of T he has here to put it on. Richard puts on some of Taron's cologne and curls up in bed again, burying his nose in the fabric.

 -

Taron wakes up to the sound of his doorbell and sees it's around 3am. He growls softly and pushes himself up grabbing his sweater and putting on some sweatpants. T rubs his face as he walks over to the door and frowns softly as he opens it. "Richie? You've been crying -?" he stops himself and pulls him in, closing the door. His boyfriend looks tired, his eyes are red and puffy, he's wearing his sweater and T can smell his cologne on him. "Come here," he says softly and pulls him into a loving hug.

Richard buries his face in his shoulder and holds him tightly, calming down a little. He knows he doesn't have to say anything or explain himself, T knew what was going on.

"Let's go to bed," Taron says after a while and closes the door. He grabs his hand and leads the way towards his bedroom. They settle down in bed and Taron smiles softly as Rich cuddles into him. "Better?"

"Mm, better," he answered softly.

 -

Taron wakes up to Richard whimpering his name later and turns on the bedside lamp. Rich was crying in his sleep, holding onto the sheets tightly as he whimpered his name again. T sits up frowning, Rich didn't tell him his nightmares involved him. "Hey, love, wake up," he said softly rubbing his shoulder.

Richard turns onto his back shaking and whines softly. Taron gently fondles back his sweaty hair and watches him worried. "Babe, wake up."

"No, T, please." he whimpers before sucking in a sharp breath and sitting up suddenly.

Taron sits in front of him gently wrapping his arms around him. "Richie?"

Richard breathes out his name relieved and wraps his arms around him, sniffling softly.

"I'm here, baby," he promises and holds him close, running his hand over his hair soothingly. "You're safe, love, I got you."

"I'm sorry," he mumbles.

"No, none of that," he says firmly and shakes his head. "There's nothing to apologize for." he holds him safely before settling down with him again. He kisses his forehead softly, kisses away his tears, and sings a lullaby. Taron stays up for a bit until Richard is safely asleep.

 -

The next day Taron watches him during their breakfast. "You never told me you're dreaming of me," he says carefully.

"Beg your pardon?" he looks up frowning.

"You said my name yesterday, several times," he says slowly. "Actually whimpered it."

Richard puts down his cup of coffee and nods slowly. "I'm... I guess deep down I'm very afraid to lose you," he says quietly and stares down at his hands, not looking up when he hears Taron getting up.

Taron straddles his lap and wraps his arms around him. He kisses his cheek and holds him close, tears brimming his eyes when Richard buries his face in his shoulder, cuddling into him. "You won't lose me, silly," he speaks softly.

"You don't know that." he insists gently, holding him tight.

"Neither do you." he gives back just as gentle. He pulls back and cups his face. "I love you very much, Richie. And this won't change no matter what. You make me feel like no one else." he leans his forehead against Richard's and nudges their noses together.

"I love you too." he smiles softly and closes his eyes, enjoying the comfort Taron spends.

"Stay here for a few days. We can take some time off together," he suggests. "Lots of cuddles, kisses, we can cook together or just order in."

"How could I say no to this?" he chuckles softly and Taron cuddles into him.

 -

They do as he suggested and Taron realized something over the last few days. He sits next to Richard on the sofa and takes his hand gently. "Richie?" he asks sweetly.

"What do you want?" he groans softly looking up from his script. Taron had been adorably annoying over the last half an hour.

T grins and kisses him lovingly. "I'm sorry for annoying you." he gently takes his script out of his hands and puts it on the table. "But.. I need to talk to you," he says and sits onto his lap, leaning against him sideways.

"What is it now?" he giggled softly, T usually searched his near when he really wanted something.

He gently rubs his chest and cuddles into him. "Did you have a nightmare since I asked you to stay with me?"

Richard frowns softly but thinks about it. "... Actually, no, I don't think so. Why?"

"Well, maybe you just needed some cuddles during sleeping," T says slowly, working his way forward.

"Maybe yeah." Rich nods and looks down at him. What was he up to now?

"I've been thinking," he continues. "I really enjoyed having you here all the time. But I really want you to go and pack your stuff..." he stops and sees Richard's face going blank. He bites his lip trying not to laugh. "...because you'll need it in our shared apartment."

Richard blinks at him. "What?!" he asks and chuckles softly when he realizes what he said. "You..you really wanna move in with me?"

"Absolutely my dear angel." Taron nods and smiles up at him. "I wanna cuddle with you every night and wake up with you again. As often as possible with our job," he adds.

Richard captures his lips in a gentle kiss and smiles as Taron makes a soft sound against his lips. "That's a yes by the way." he smiles.

Taron straddles his lap and wraps his arms around his neck kissing him passionately. "Mm, that's exactly what I wanted to hear."

Richard giggles into the kiss and pulls him close.

"I love you, angel eyes." he smiles down at him, playing with his curls.

"I love you more, bubs." he smiles back.

"Not possible," he smirks and kisses him sweetly before he can protest.

Richard grins and kisses back happily. He was home and home, he realized once more, was Taron, his darling.

@taron-eggmcmuffin @maddertonmyheart @madderton-obsessed @ispewglitter @dickieandduckie

[writingformadderton]

Emilia

Ship: Madderton

Word Count: 1864

Summary: Taron and Richard take their baby girl home and start a new chapter in their life; they’re parents now.

Additional Tags: lots of fluff, baby girl, just some sweet nonsense 

@queenmerabby was asking for some fluff, since you loved the baby series so much here’s another part for you ;)

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When Taron comes home from work this day he is extremely excited, knowing they would get a call today for their baby.

"Rich?" he asks and smiles brightly when his husband appears in front of him.

"Are you ready to get her?" he asks cheeringly.

Richard grabs him by the waist and presses a soft kiss onto his lips. "I have a surprise for you."

"Really?" Taron asks and Richard nods. He leads him into the living room where a little baby seat is standing on the table. T looks at him questioning.

"They called me this morning to pick her up." Rich says and Taron turns around fast.

"Really?" his voice gets excited and he looks at Richard with big hopeful eyes.

"Yes!" Rich says happily and smiles brightly. "We're having a baby now." Taron cheers and wraps him into a tight hug. "You wanna see her?"

T pulls back and his eyes wide in shock. "She's already here?" he whispers not believing his words.

"Yes." Richard whispers back and sees the joy in Taron’s eyes. "Come on." he says and takes him by the hand, leading him into their bedroom.

And there she is, lying on a little blanket in the middle of the bed. She looks ridiculously tiny and is the purest thing Taron has ever seen. T stands still a bit overwhelmed and looks at her, scared to do anything that makes her cry. Rich walks over to the bed and sits down on her side. He holds his hand out for Taron to join him. "Oh no, we should let her sleep. I can still-"

Richards face softens when he sees how insecure and intimidated Taron suddenly got. "Come here." he says softly and pats his lap. Taron comes over slowly and sits down next to him, his eyes on the little babygirl in front of him. Richard takes his hand into his and leads it to the baby's face. T strokes carefully over her cheek and his heart swells with luck and love for the little girl.

"My god, she's so tiny. More than I remembered." he whispers and leans down closer to his baby, fondling over her head.

"So, what are we going to call her now?" T asks and continues fondling her head gently.

The home didn't name the baby and reasoned it with the fact that she's only three months old and maybe someone would adopt her early. Which happened but T and Rich still thought it was strange.

"I'm quite happy with your newest addition to the list." Richard admits smiling. "Emilia is a cute name."

Taron looks up smiling wide.

"Yeah?" he watches Richard adoringly and looks down at her. "Emilia Madden. I love that."

"You're sure you wanna give her my last name?" Rich asks and smirks at him, moved by his little action.

T looks up and raises his eyebrows. "You wanna make her a Emilia Egerton? Please don't." he starts giggling and grabs his hand squeezing it.  "I already took your name as my second last name. Our daughter should have the one that connects her to both."

Rich nods agreeing and fondles over Taron’s fluffy hair lovingly. Suddenly the little one whines and opens her eyes. She starts crying and T flinches surprised. But Richard already lifts her up carefully into his arms and walks around with her, rocking her softly. "Hey, it's alright. I'm here, sweetie." he says in a soft calm voice T only heard a few times before when he was extremely cheesy.

Taron watches him calming down their daughter and his heart beats faster. Richard would be an amazing father to their little girl, he could sense that easily. It did something to him seeing his husband carrying her. This here was his little family that no one would take away from him. He would take care of it.

Emilia stops crying and looks up to Richard with big blue eyes.

"Yeah that's better." he tells her lovingly. "You're safe now, Emmy."

Taron’s heart swells and he realizes once more how fucking much he loves Richard. His husband sits down next to him and Taron looks at his little daughter, curled up in Richard’s arms.

"You wanna hold her?" Richard asks and T looks at him nodding timidly. Rich makes sure that she's lying safe on his arms and watches Taron adoringly. His husband couldn't really believe his eyes as soon as he held her. He sees the tears in his eyes, full of proud and love for his little girl.

"Oh my god, she's so beautiful." he whispers and his whole face softens looking at her. "Look at her blue eyes, she's gonna make me as weak as you do when you want something." he chuckles a bit and looks at Richard with tears in his eyes. "Thank you for saying yes when I wanted a little baby."

Richard sits closer to him and wraps his arm around him. "Oh love." he kisses him on his temple and cuddles against him. "How could I say no to such an idea?"

"Are you sure we adopted her? I mean look at her eyes!" Taron says and giggles looking at Rich.

"I'm gonna show you something that she could have from you easily." Richard says and strokes over his baby's belly. He tickles her softly and the little girl makes a sweet little sound and smiles. Rich’s hand wanders to her face and he softly strokes over her cheeks. "Look at the dimples, T. Her smile is as beautiful as yours and goes up straight to her eyes."

Taron smiles warmly and looks down at her again. "She is perfect." he whispers and bops her nose carefully making her smile and kick her feet happily. His stomach growls and he contorts his face a bit.

"You're hungry?" Rich asks chuckling and Taron nods. "When did you eat something today?"

"Phew, around 6am I think." T answers laughing.

Richard looks at his watch and raises his eyebrows. "It's 4pm. That's ten hours. I'm gonna make you something."

"Rich, it's okay I'll –“

"No. Ten hours are enough to let you starve. Don't care if you're working on set or not." Rich protests and smiles warmly.

Taron gives in and nods as his stomach growls again. "Rich? I'm going to eat but –“

"Don't worry, love. I'll make you a tasty salad. No fried chicken." he says and winks at him. He knew that Taron needed to watch his weight and what he eats for the role he was playing at the moment.

"Don't mention that! I miss it." he groans and chuckles when Rich rolls his eyes playfully.

 -

A bit later Taron enjoys his salad that's full of different types of vegetables, a bit light cheese and some chicken. If Richard had one hidden talent it was definitely making something tasty with the most simple things. T watches his husband who's having Emilia on his lap, sitting now. She looks around curiously and from time to time she smashes her tiny hands onto the table interrupting T and Rich's conversation.

Taron reaches out for her with his right hand and strokes over her hand with his finger. Before he can react Emilia wraps her tiny fingers around his ring finger.

Taron chuckles and looks at her adoringly. "Lovely, I can't eat when you're holding my finger." he tries softly but Emilia couldn't care less and holds him tight a bright smile on her face. He looks up to Rich who watches him with a smirk. T carefully tries to remove his finger from her grip but sees how she frowns and so he stops. "Ugh fine."

Rich laughs at him when he tries to eat with his left hand, unable to hold the fork and half of it falling back into his bowl. T pouts at him and braces his head on his free hand looking at his daughter. "Oh come here." Rich leans over the table and gets the bowl and his fork. He puts some of the salad on it and starts feeding Taron over the table with it. T hums happily and takes the fork into his mouth.

Taron who already changed into a shirt and his boxers is carrying his daughter upstairs after getting a bottle of warm milk for her. He gets in their bedroom and sits down on the bed changing her position and lying her across his one arm. He brings the bottle to her mouth and lets her taste it.

As soon as she recognizes that she gets fed now, she wraps her tiny hands around the bottle and one lies on Taron's. She drinks happily and looks up to him with her big blue eyes.

Richard is in the bathroom getting ready for bed and takes a step back from the sink to see if T is back. When he sees him his heart warms. Seeing him so gentle with the little girl makes him fall in love with him all over again. His husband was the absolute softest when he was around children anyway, but this here was his daughter now.

T looks into her blue eyes adoringly and can't really believe that this little baby here was his daughter from now on. "I'm gonna protect you at all costs." he whispers and lets her take another sip of the milk. "You won't ever be left alone again, I promise." he leans down and gives her a kiss on her forehead making the little girl letting out cute sounds and a bright smile appear on her face.

She finished her bottle and Taron sits back, resting against the pillows with her lying on his torso. The little girl grabs his shirt and rests her head on his chest, happy and tired. "Let's wait for your dad, then we can go to sleep." he tells her and fondles over her head softly. T starts humming a melody and the little baby falls asleep fast on his chest.

Richard gets into bed and looks down at her smiling. "Seems she liked you singing her to sleep." he sits next to him and looks at him full of love.

Taron catches his gaze and smiles softly. "I love you." he says and stares deeply into the beautiful blue eyes he calls his safe place.

"I love you too." Rich says and lies his hand on his cheek before kissing him softly.

Taron lies down Emilia in her baby crib and covers her feet with a little blanket. "Sleep well, baby girl." he whispers and places a soft tiny kiss onto her forehead.

Richard pulls him into his arms, cuddling him lovingly and pulling up the blanket over their bodies. He looks down at Taron and sees the tears in his eyes. "Love?"

"I'm sorry.." he giggles softly. "I'm just so happy right now. I always wanted to have kids and now she's finally here."

"Oh you softie." Richard giggles and cups his face lovingly.

"Thank you for this." he says and smiles at him, pure love in his eyes.

"No, thank you." he says softly and kisses him good night.

@taron-eggmcmuffin @maddertonmyheart @madderton-obsessed @ispewglitter @dickieandduckie

[writingformadderton]

The Book of You and I - Part 12

Ship: Madderton

Word Count: 2591

Summary: Rocketman, a proposal, the Golden Globes and a wedding. We reached the end ;)

Additional Tags: fluff, proposal, slow dancing, Niall Horan, Rocketman, wedding

Dedicated to @taron-eggmcmuffin❤️ 

Part 11  Part 1

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A few months late, the premiere of Rocketman in Cannes took place.  It’s still unreal to Taron that they got a four minute standing ovation for it. He got to sing Rocketman with Elton at the beach and the whole evening happened in a blur.

It's November 2019 now and his birthday is getting close. This year was wild and full of adventures. He feels Richard wrapping his arms around him from behind and smiles softly when he presses a kiss onto his temple.

"Everything alright?" Rich asks and rests his head on his shoulder admiring the sight Taron has from their balcony. The sun was going down over London and the sky was covered in a beautiful soft red.

"Yeah, I was just thinking about this crazy year," he admits and leans his head against Richard’s.

"It really has been crazy," Rich admits, giggling. "You're the actor of the year."

Taron grins when he hears the proud in Richard’s voice. "Mm and my boyfriend is the most stylish man this year," he says just as proud making Richard smirk. He jumps up and pulls Richard onto his chair, sitting down on his lap, "I didn't imagine my life would take such a beautiful turn after the accident."

Richard watches him lovingly and nods. "Everything happens for a reason," he says and wraps his arms around his boyfriend, "And I'm glad you're my reason for that shit that happened."

"Well I'm glad you're my reason too," Taron says and starts playing with Richard’s curls. "I would be very lonely without you."

"Me too, bub."

-

Taron stands there with a smile as his friends sing Happy Birthday to him. They are at Elton's place and Rich and Elton invited some friends and family. Jamie, Bryce, Dex and Bernie. Keeley, Sophie and Joe. Richard’s and Taron’s parents and little sisters. Niall Horan, who became a great mate of Taron and Richard after a night out and a surprising meeting in a bar is also here.

"Make a wish!" Niall cheers as he leans down to blow out the candle and Taron closes his eyes shortly before blowing out the candles.

Richard wraps him into a hug and kisses him lovingly. "What did you wish for?" he whispers.

"I'll tell you when it happens," he whispers back and smiles at him adoringly.

 -

A bit later, Taron sits on Richard’s lap, enjoying the company of his friends and family. Suddenly someone asks Niall and Elton to play some songs and all get up to dance. Rich tries to pull him up, "Come on let's dance."

"Why should I dance now?" he laughs and watches his boyfriend adoringly.

"You loved to do it," he says and smirks at him.

Taron starts to get nervous and plays with his hands, "I-I'm not sure if I'm still able to-."

"Trust me. I'll guide you," Richard says and Taron’s face softens as he gets up.

"Fine," Taron sighs and follows Richard onto the dance floor.

Niall starts singing the song that Rich suggested he could play. Taron used to love that song. "When you feel your love's been taken, when you know there's something missing," he starts his song Flicker.

Taron looks up at Richard and listens closely to the lyrics. "When you feel there's something missing. Sounds familiar," he jokes and Rich smirks.

I'm afraid that what we had is gone.

Richard thinks back to when Taron couldn't remember him that day in the hospital and swallows. Everything they had was gone, but it came back so much stronger.

They continue dancing both listing to lyrics and taking them in differently than they did before the accident.

When you lay there and you're sleeping

Hear the patterns of your breathing

And I tell you things you've never heard before

"You did that a lot. Telling me things I've never heard before," T giggles and Richard chuckles.

"True."

Then I look in my heart

There's a light in the dark

Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me

That I wanna keep

Please don’t leave

When Richard meets Taron’s eyes again, they are filled with tears. "Why are you crying now?" he asks confused and carefully strokes over his cheek continuing to dance.

"I'll tell you later." he says and smiles up to him happily. He buries his face in his shoulder and breathes in Richards cologne. When the song ends all of their friends stop dancing and look at them.

"What's going on?" Rich asks laughing and Taron takes a step back.

Niall sits down on the edge of the stage and grins at his mates and Elton watches them from the piano stool. "Okay, here we go," Taron says and smiles at Richard. "I won't talk much because then I'll probably start crying, but there are a few things I wanna tell you," he says and Richard nods slowly not knowing what to expect, "When I met you, I didn't know about our past and we had a rough start because of that. But you gave me a choice and the chance to get to know you all over again. You took the time to get to know me all over again. And I don't think that anybody else would have done that." Taron shrugs his shoulders. "I changed. I don't have to remember the past to know that. But somehow you stayed," he smiles softly, "You're my flicker of hope, you've always been. I don't ever want to be parted from you as we were all this time ago," he kneels down and opens a little box with a ring. "I know this is pretty fast but when did we ever do something as it should be? Do you want to marry me, Richie?" he asks and sees his beautiful deep blue eyes fill with tears.

"Yes," Richard nods and his hands are trembling when Taron puts on the ring. They fall into a tight hug while the rest cheers and cry into each other's shoulder.

 -

A bit later, they are standing outside on Elton’s balcony where Taron was honest about his feelings for the first time and enjoy the little time of silence. Richard looks at Taron curiously and turns towards him, leaning against the balustrade. “So what did you want to tell me after the dance?”

“I just realized you were my flicker of hope in all of this shit and I guess that made me a bit emotional.” Taron admits and blushes softly. “And my birthday wish turned true when you said yes.”

Rich looks at him speechless for a moment before he pulls him close and connects their lips to a loving kiss. “You are the cutest person I know,” he admits and smiles at him.

“Well, I hope so,” Taron giggles softly.

 -

Only three months later they are back at the Golden Globes, Taron being nominated with his performance in Rocketman. He’s sitting next to Elton and even though he hides it really well, he feels a bit anxious about Richard not being with them. Richard had been away shooting in Spain and wasn’t able to make it in time, his flight back only attended ten minutes ago and he didn’t want to suddenly walk inside this room full of people.

When his name gets called Elton and David start cheering loudly next to him and Taron smiles shyly not believing his ears. He gets up nervously, hugging Lucy and Rami, who are at the same table and walks towards the stairs.

On stage, he quickly hugs Chris and Scarlett who give him his globe and takes a deep breath. He thanks everyone included on the movie, Elton, David, Dex and hopes he didn’t forget someone. Then he takes another deep breath and smiles, “And I wanna thank my fiancé Richard, who just came back home from shooting in Spain half an hour ago. I am eternally grateful for everything you did, and I’ll see you later,” he says and gets distracted by the audience starting to clap and cheer. Taron looks to his side a bit startled when he sees Scarlett stepping out of his vision. His eyes widen when he sees his fiancé standing there with a bright smile and nothing than pure adoration and proud in his eyes.

Richard chuckles feeling Taron falling into his arms and wraps his arms tightly around him. “I’m so proud of you.” he says and T pulls back beaming. Richard kisses him lovingly before letting him get his golden globe, stammering another thank you and coming back grabbing his hand. Rich leads them down from the stage and out of the room. As soon as they closed the door behind them, they are standing in the empty hallway and Richard cups his face with both hands kissing him hungrily.

Taron moans into the kiss and kisses him back passionately. “Oh fuck I missed you so much!” he admits and Richard nods agreeing. It’s been the first time that they were parted longer than a week, at least for Taron.

“I missed you too, bubs. But now I’m here,” Rich smiles at him and hugs him tightly burying his face in his neck.

Taron fondles over his curls lovingly and smirks, “You’re tired from your flight?”

“Yeah. And I really wanna get out of this suit,” Richard groans and smirks up to him. “I can’t wait to fall asleep next to you tonight,” he says and bops Taron’s nose with his own.

“We’ll try to get out of here as soon as we can, I promise,” Taron says smiling and grabs his hands. “You’re gonna come with me so they can engrave my name on it?” he asks and Richard agrees immediately.

A little while later, Jamie is joining the table of all their friends and winks at T. “Seems like you have to pay for dinner,” He grins and pulls him into a strong hug. “Congratulations, mate. You deserve it!”

“Thank you,” Taron answers smiling and hugs him back. “Yeah, seems like I have to pay,” he giggles.

 -

Richard nearly fell asleep in Taron’s arms during the talks with their friends and is incredibly tired already. When they finally leave, it’s already 2am and Richard rubs his face tiredly, yawning. He pats himself hard on his cheeks, trying to wake up enough to drive and T glances at him.

“You’re sure you wanna drive?” Taron asks worried and watches him closely. Richard looked terribly tired and exhausted.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” he says and yawns again, opening the car door.

“Richie, you’re exhausted,” T tries softly.

“Well, who should drive then, huh?” he asks confused and wants to get in.

“I-I could try,” Taron says barely audible. This was so stupid.

“Taron, love,” Richard starts softly, “It’s dark and already late. You barely drove short ways during the day so far. You really think that’s a good idea?”

“Not better than letting you drive now,” Taron mumbles and Richard watches him observantly.

Richard could see that Taron was scared. Scared of another accident, scared that something happened to them. He walks over to him and nods. “Okay, I trust you,” he says and hands him the keys. He hugs Taron tightly and presses a kiss onto his forehead, “I know you can do it and I’ll be right there.”

Taron nods and quickly gets in, taking a few deep breaths until Richard got in on the passenger side. T turns the key around and starts the car, buckling up. His fingers wrap themselves tightly around the steering wheel as he sets the blinking lights. “Okay, here we go,” He mumbles more to himself and bites his lower lip.

Richard glances over at him and sees how nervous and uncomfortable he looks. He reaches over to him and places his hand on his thigh, fondling him calmingly. “I know you can do it, bubs. Take a deep breath, focus on the street and don’t let anything stress you out. I’m right here,” He says calming and rubs tiny circles on his inner thigh before squeezing encouragingly.

Taron starts driving and his stomach protests against it almost instantly, but he decides to continue his drive. He is lucky about every red-light and Richard’s encouragements from time to time help him to focus. When he parks the car in front of their house he starts giggling, not believing he just drove them all the way home in the middle of a cold night in January. He rests his head on his hands on the steering wheel and groans, “OH my god, that was fucking scary!”

Richard watches him with a smirk and rubs his back. “I am so proud of you,” he says and grins widely as Taron looks up at him. “Look at you, my brave boy,” his voice gets soft and adoring as he fondles over his cheek.

Taron nestles his face in his hand and closes his eyes for a moment. “Wouldn’t have been able to do this without you next to me.” he places his hand on top of Richard’s and smirks, “Just like so many things.”

“Shut up,” Richard chuckles and connects their lips sweetly, “God, I am so proud of you after today.”

Taron blushes wildly, “You definitely need sleep,” He says and makes them both laugh into their kiss.  

 -

Their wedding day is the most emotional day Taron can remember. He’s crying most of the time, cuddled into Richard, overwhelmed by everything that’s going on. Richard takes it as it is and thinks it’s cute, cuddles him and showers him with kisses. Walking down the alley with his mum towards Richard was the scariest and most exciting thing he ever did and saying yes felt amazing. When he saw Richard’s deep blue eyes fill with tears as he saw him, his measured sweet lover crying just seeing him in his wedding suit, he knew he finally was where he belonged. Dancing to Your song, holding each other close, while sharing loving kisses from time to time and staring into each other’s eyes felt perfect.

He watches Richard talking to his little sisters and imagines him with children. How cute would be Richard as a father? His heart warms at that thought and he feels happy and peaceful.

Taron never thought he would ever be able to be happy again or just smile. The first couple months after the accident he went through hell, feeling useless and lost. A good cry was almost welcome, because it was those days, he didn’t feel numb.

Meeting Richard let those feelings disappear and then come back stronger after their first confrontation with a part of the truth. But the more time he spent with the Scottish and the closer they got again, the more he felt alive. Truly alive.

Maybe he would have never experienced how it feels to truly love someone. Maybe he would have never learned to take care of himself and be aware of his feelings. There were a lot more “maybes” on his list, but he knows one thing for sure-

“You’re alright?” he gets interrupted in his thoughts.

Taron looks up into his favorite pair of blue eyes. “Yes, I am more than alright,” he says.

“So, Mr. Madden, would you like to dance with me?” Richard asks and winks at him as he grabs his hand.

“I would love to,” Taron answers giggling and shakes his head.

- Richard Madden, his husband, was the realest and best thing that ever happened to him.

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[writingformadderton]

She is perfect

Ship: Madderton

Word Count: 1406

Summary: Baby Emilia meets the families of Richard and Taron for the first time. While everyone adores her, she quite enjoys the company of her parents and their families.

Additional Tags: fluff, soft, baby fic, lullaby, cuddles 

Requested via chat by: @queenmerabby

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Taron holds his daughter in his arms, thumb fondling gently over the back of her head, while he walks through the nursery. He rocks her softly. Emilia woke up crying about twenty minutes ago and wouldn’t let anything settle her back to sleep so far.

He glances at the clock and bites back a sigh. It is currently 4am in the morning, Richard hadn’t been feeling well yesterday and he had to handle her on his own.

“Shh sweetie, I got you.” he coos softly. His daughter wails into his shoulder, fist grabbing his shirt tightly. Taron looks up when he hears Richard stepping inside.

“Do you need anything?” he asks and Taron shakes his head quickly.

“I’m fine, love. But you should go back to bed.” He looks him over, taking in his messy hair and pained expression. “You need sleep to fight off that nasty headache.”

“I know.” he nods and makes grabby hands towards his daughter. “Let me hold her for a bit.” Taron nods, thankful to relax his arms a bit. Richard lays her down in her bed and leans down. “Hey angel face, you really should get some sleep.” He says and fondles over her belly. Their daughter gets a bit calmer and Richard continues talking to her.

Taron watches them with a little smile, now it makes sense. Rich wasn’t around much yesterday due to his headache, she probably missed him. “Seems like she just wanted your attention after yesterday.”

“Maybe.” He nods and chuckles softly as Emilia wraps her fist around his finger.

Taron watches her putting her own fingers into her tiny mouth and scans her over. “And I think she’s in pain. Probably her teeth again, she was yesterday.”

Richard nods and puts his finger into her mouth, rubbing her gum gently. “That’s better, darling?” he asks softly as she looks up to him with teary blue eyes.

She sucks on his finger and T nods. “I’ll go and make her a bottle.” Taron is more than relieved that it only took Richard’s voice to calm her down again. He suspected that she missed him, but he didn’t want to wake up Rich.

He makes his way back upstairs where Richard sits in the rocking chair, a blanket over his shoulder, holding her in his arms. T hands him the bottle and sits down at the edge of the chair. Richard holds the bottle, feeding her while rocking the chair calmly. “Good girl,” he says quietly and watches her adoringly. “God, I’m tired,” he sighs looking at Taron.

“Me too.” he nods yawning. “Let’s hope she will be asleep soon.”

“Mm, I really could use some cuddles,” Richard says and smiles as Taron starts running his fingers through his hair. They keep on talking, knowing that hearing their voices would calm Emilia down. Richard puts the bottle aside and looks up at Taron. “I think she could use a lullaby now.”

Taron takes her smiling softly and sits down on Richard’s lap, leaning against him. He starts singing “Your Song”; Emilia’s favorite lullaby. Richard cuddles into him, closing his eyes. Emilia looks up at him, watching him curiously while he gently rubs her gum.

It didn’t take long and she was sound asleep, he stayed there for another while humming softly, to make sure she was really asleep. He gets up and puts her down in the crib gently before turning around. Taron smiles adoringly, seeing his husband fall asleep as well and places a kiss onto his forehead. “Come on, love. Back to bed.”

Richard sighs and follows him back to their bedroom. They settle down and Richard cuddles into him. “Night, bubs.”

“Night, Richie,” he whispers and hums quietly, smiling as his husband drifts off quickly.

 -

Two days later Richard hears his daughter squeaking before her giggles mix up with Taron's. He steps inside and his heart warms at the adorable picture in front of him. Taron is dressing her up and tickles her belly making her kick. He adjusts her pants and puts her socks on. “Having fun, you two?” he asks chuckling.

Taron lifts her up and plants a big kiss onto her cheek. “Yes we do, am I right, cupcake?” he asks in a silly voice and bops their noses together making her let out a happy sound. “You’re gonna meet your grandparents and aunties today, baby girl.” He says and fondles over her head. “They’re gonna love you just as much as we do,” he continued. “You’ll never be left alone again, my sweet darling, I promise.” he cuddles her tightly to his chest and kisses her hair lovingly.

Richard smiles and steps closer to his little family. “I love you, you adorable dork.” he chuckles and kisses Taron full of love. “And I love you, angel face,” he says and leans down to kiss his daughter’s cheek.

Her sweet blue eyes watch them shining delighted. “I love you two so much.” Taron smiles beaming. They share another sweet kiss before the doorbell interrupts them, ringing through their house.

Richard pulls back and makes his way downstairs to open the door. His mother pulls him into a tight hug and he returns it chuckling. “Oh I missed you!” she says and makes space for her husband to do the same. “So where is she?” They ask and Richard turns around as Taron comes down the stairs to greet them, with a fully dressed Emilia now.

He has her in his arms and softly fondles her cheek. “Here she is.” he smiles.

Pat leans down to her and fondles over her hair. “Hello, you precious little girl.”

Emilia hides her face in his chest peeking at her curiously. “Aw hun, it’s alright.” he giggles. “Say hi to your grandma Pat.”

Emilia grabs the finger Pat holds out for her and squeezes it. Her little giggles fill the room when Richard pokes her cheek, all in all, she was a happy baby. “Gosh, she is precious!”

 -

A bit later Taron’s mother arrives with his little sisters. Taron greets his sisters, leaning down to them smiling. “You two got so big again!” he gets up and wraps his mother into a close hug. “I missed ya, mum,” he mumbles and she just returns his hug lovingly.

Richard comes over with their daughter who’s looking around curiously, not used to so many people at the same time around her.

Tina softly tickles her belly and smiles brightly. “She is beautiful. You’re sure you adopted her? I mean, those curls and blue eyes, Richard? And the dimples and giggles, Taron?”

“Yeah, we know.” Taron laughs. “She’s perfect, right Rich?” he smooches a kiss onto her cheek and watches her adoringly.

“Definitely.” Richard agrees.

“Uncle Rich, can we see her?” Mari asks politely and smiles sweetly up to him.

Richard nods and crouches down with her. “Here she is. Look, Emmy, that are your aunties Mari and Rosie.” he points at them and Emilia turns her head. “If you hold out your finger, Mari, she can take it.” Richard shows her how and watches her eyes light up as his daughter grabs it.

“She is so tiny.” she coos, and Rosie leans down to fondle her cheek.

“Right? She still is.” he giggles and shows them how to hold her, encouraging them softly.

Taron’s heart is about to burst, watching his husband. Richard is amazing with kids, always has been, but he overdid himself with having their daughter.

Tina lies her hand onto his shoulder and smiles at him. “You do have a beautiful little family there.”

Taron hears his daughter giggling and Richard softly talking to her. His eyes brim with tears and he nods happily. “I sure do, mum.”

Richard catches his look and smiles softly handing Emilia to Tina and watches them joining his parents in the living room. “Alright there?” he asks softly.

Taron nods and hugs him, hiding his face in his chest. “More than alright.”

He smirks knowing what’s going on and rubs his back soothingly. “I love it when you get emotional,” he whispers.

T looks up blushing and smiles. “I know you do, you softie.” he watches him for a moment. “You’re perfect, Richie.”

“You are.” he insists and smiles softly as he kisses him. They turn towards the living room seeing their daughter surrounded by their families. “She is perfect.”

“She really is. Our little Emmy.” Taron agrees.

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[writingformadderton]

The Book of You and I - Part 11

Ship: Madderton

Word Count: 2469

Summary: Taron and Richard spend Christmas with Taron’s family back in Wales, accompanied by the first snow for T and a sweet present for Richard. A few weeks later Taron has to present the category of his boyfriend at the Golden Globes...

Additional Tags: soft, fluff, Christmas, Family, Golden Globes, Jophie, Colin Firth, Dex, Bryce, Jamie

Dedicated to @taron-eggmcmuffin​❤️ 

Part 10

Taron wakes up on Christmas, hugged tightly in Richards embrace. He quickly recognizes his boyfriend's still deep asleep and so he remains where he is looking out of the window. There hasn't been any snow this winter and Taron hoped for it so badly, because he wanted to have snow on Christmas, of which everyone said it's so beautiful.

After a while Richard wakes up and nestles his face in Tarons back. His boyfriend turns around and pulls him close, knowing he needs some time to wake up fully. Rich cuddles into him and rubs his eyes. "Morning," he mumbles.

"Morning, love," Taron says and kisses his hair, fondling over it.

They are in Wales at the moment, staying with Tarons mum who invited them both for Christmas. It was lovely to be around his mum and Richard at the same time, seeing how good they get along.

After a quick shower both of them go downstairs, hand in hand, and greet Tarons family. It's a lovely Christmas day filled with laughter and fun. In the evening Richard talks with Tarons mum while T has his sisters next to him. Rosie is sitting on his lap and tells him about something they did last year with him. "Can you sing our song?" she asks him and looks up to him with begging eyes.

"Our song?" Taron asks and looks down at her questioning.

"Yeah, you always sing that song for us," she says confused and frowns a bit.

"I'll have to find out which song it is then, because right now I can't remember it," Taron says with a soft smile and Rosie nods.

"You were a better brother before the accident," Mari says and looks up to him as well.

Taron swallows hard and realizes once more that children simply hit you with the truth, whether you like it or not. He places Rosie on the sofa and gets up. "I'll be in the kitchen for a moment," he tells them and walks out of the living room.

Richard looks after him and bites his lower lip. He heard that last comment of his sister and he knows it hit him. But who could blame her? Taron had changed and of course he couldn’t remember stuff he did with his sisters or songs they loved.

Taron steps into the kitchen with tears in his eyes and takes a deep breath. He recognizes his stepfather too late and can't hide it anymore.

"Taron, are you alright?" he asks and looks at him worried.

"Yeah," T says slowly and leans against the table, "It just seems I'm not as good as a brother as before." he states and looks out of the window.

"Did they say that?" he asks carefully and Taron nods, "Don't worry, I'll talk to them. It's just as weird for them as it is for you."

He walks outside and Taron leaves the kitchen as well, opening the front door and sitting down at the stairs in front of the house. Only a short moment later the front door opens and he almost feels the presence of Richard already.

Rich sits down next to him and watches him observantly. "You're okay?" he asks softly and rubs his lower back. Taron braces his head on his hand and shakes it, "You three have to get comfortable around each other again. They are too small to realize what it means when you lose your memory."

"I know. I just hoped we three could start over just like I did with you," Taron sighs and stares out in the dark.

"Well I'm 32, they are 5 and 7, that's a bit of a difference," Rich chuckles and T nods giggling, "And it didn't go so smooth with us in the beginning as well." Richard says and wraps his arm around him.

"That's true,” T leans his head against his shoulder and sighs, "You know I just feel bad because I wanna be a good brother to them."

"Don't try to meet the expectations of a 'perfect' brother. Be yourself and they'll get used to everything," Richard tells him and places a tiny kiss onto his hair, "It's gonna be okay."

Taron cuddles into him and closes his eyes. It seemed unreal to him sometimes how safe he felt in his arms. "Thanks, Rich." he mumbles and grabs his hand.

They sit there in silence for a while, enjoying each other's company and Richard looks up in the sky. Suddenly he lets out a chuckle and pats Taron’s back. "Remember when you wanted white Christmas?" he asks and Taron hums a yes. "Well I think that's a good start."

Taron looks up confused and sees snow falling down everywhere around them. His eyes light up and he looks at Rich who watches him with a warm smile. Taron cups his face and pulls him close kissing him gently.

Rich bops his nose with his own and smiles. "Merry Christmas, bubs," he whispers and kisses him again lovingly.

"I have something for you," Taron says and takes out a little present from the pocket of his jacket, "It's just something tiny that I wanted to give you in privacy."

Richard opens it and sees a little key chain. He turns it around and watches it in awe. Behind the glass is the picture of himself kissing Taron’s hair, which both of them love so much. Underneath it the words I love you forever, okay? is engraved. Rich's eyes fill with tears rapidly and he presses his lips together.

"Oh no, why are you crying?" Taron asks scared and tries to make eye contact with him. Did he do something wrong?

Richard looks up, tears falling down his cheeks. "I love you so much," he presses out weakly and Taron cups his face fondling over his cheeks.

"Oh, Richie,” he whispers and pulls him into a hug, holding him close. He fondles over his hair while Rich sniffs in his shoulder and his own eyes fill with tears of joy as well. "I love you, too,” he says and hot tears fall down his cheek. "Whatever happens I want that to be your constant reminder of the truth," he says and cups Richard’s face.

"I won't let anything happen to you again." he whispers and leans his forehead against Tarons. "You're stuck with me now."

"As if that was a bad thing,” Taron giggles softly.

"I'm so glad to have you back," Rich presses out and hugs him tightly again feeling himself getting emotional.

Tarons heart swells and he hugs him back, just as tight. They stay like that for what feels like hours until they're cold. "Let's get inside huh?"

-

Only two weeks later and it's time for their first official public appearance. The Golden Globes take place and Richard got nominated for his performance in Bodyguard. He's nervous but it feels good to have Taron right by his side. Richard decided to walk down the red carpet with Taron together, their hands tangled.

T was a nervous wreck, being on his first public event after his accident. He got asked to announce the winner in Richards category and he agreed hoping he would say the name of his boyfriend at the end of the night.

In the middle of the carpet, Richard presses a kiss onto his temple, reassuring them both. They get inside and Taron holds Richard’s hand tightly feeling lost between all these unknown people. Then they meet Keeley and Taron feels a bit better having two people he knows and can rely on around him.

"It's a bit overwhelming, huh?" Keeley asks and gives him a compassionate smile while Richard walks them to a table standing a bit aside.

"Yes, it really is," T admits chuckling. "But I'm glad I have you two with me," he admits and grins at her.

They stop at a table and Rich wraps his arm around him pulling him close. "Alright?" he asks and T nods smiling at him happily.

-

A bit later they are sitting in the huge room and have a good view at the stage. T feels his nervousness creeping up in him thinking about standing on stage in front of all these people. "Why did I agree to do this?" Taron growls a bit and shifts in his seat.

"Because you wanna hand your boyfriend his golden globe," Keeley says next to him and grins at them.

"Keeley, stop it," Richard chuckles and shakes his head. He wouldn't win, no chance.

Taron walks onto the stage nervously and steps forward waiting until the room goes quiet. He starts talking, introduces the nominees and then takes his chance to add something quickly. "I just wanted to say that before I came up here, there were like a hundred people greeting me and whenever I wanted to greet them back, I didn't know who it was. So, please don't think I didn't answer because I became an asshole." Some chuckles can be heard and Taron smirks a bit. "It's simply because I can't remember shit and I'm glad that I remembered the time I had to be on stage as I struggle to keep information sometimes." People start clapping and laugh and Taron can see Keeley and Rich giggle softly at his words. He waits until everyone calmed down again and opens the letter in his hand. "And the winner is -" he opens the card and he feels like he could burst with pride. His eyes start shining as he looks at his boyfriend who raises his eyebrows at his look. "Richard Madden!" he starts clapping with the rest and smiles at his boyfriend who gets up looking shocked and hugs Keeley quickly.

Richard walks up the stairs and smirks at the proud look of his boyfriend. Taron hands him the globe and Richard puts it aside quickly to cup his face and kiss him happily, which leads to more cheering. Rich steps forward and thanks his team, his family. "I wanna thank Keeley, who is a brilliant actress and friend. You become one of the most important people to me over the last year," He looks at Taron for a moment and smiles softly before continuing, "And thank you to my boyfriend Taron, who never stopped supporting me through all of this even though he had enough shit to deal with himself," he grabs his hand and sees Taron’s adoring smile, "I love you," he says and pulls him into another kiss before leaving the stage with him together, going backstage.

-

As soon as the next break start, Keeley rushes into the room and hugs them both tightly, "I'm so proud of you two! I bet you two just killed a few fans with that kiss," She giggles as Richard rolls his eyes laughing at her.

Suddenly a blonde woman rushes towards them and squeaks Richards name. Richards face lights up and he opens his arms to pull her into a tight hug, "Sophie, so lovely to see you!"

"She's one of his best friends," Keeley whispers into Taron’s ear, "That's Joe her husband, you two got along quite well."

Joe smiles at Taron and offers him his hand. Taron grabs his hand and smiles, "Joe, am I right?" he makes sure again and the man in front of him nods.

"How are you, mate?" Joe asks and watches his girlfriend giggling who's sharing excited news with Richard.

"I'm actually great, thanks. Keeley just told me we've been friends, so I'm sorry if it seems awkward," Taron apologizes sincerely.

"Oh T, don't worry. I'm glad you're better, lad," Joe wraps his arm around him and pats his shoulder.

They all start joking around and it doesn't take long until a few others joined the table, Colin came over to congratulate them on their relationship and speaks to Taron for a little while. Bryce, Dex and Jamie all take their time to admire Richard’s golden globe and congratulate him on it.

"Next year it's your turn," Keeley says and smiles at Taron.

"Oh god no!" he laughs and shakes his head. "I'm glad I could remember the lines for this movie." he giggles.

"Taron you've always been a brilliant actor," Sophie says and Joe nods, supporting her statement.

"Wanna make a bet?" Jamie asks grinning.

"Depends," T giggles.

"If you win, you'll have to invite us all for dinner. If not, I'll pay," he says and raises his eyebrows.

"Which is a win-win situation for me because I'd love to have dinner with you all," Taron admits laughing and shakes Jamie's hand. He looks up as he feels Richards hand on his lower back and sees the adoration in his deep blue eyes.

Richard watches his boyfriend and realizes once more how much he loves him. He pulls him close to him and places a soft tiny kiss into his hair, while T rests his head against his shoulder.

"Dumb question but how exactly did you learn all that stuff about acting again so fast?" Sophie asks interested.

"I had help," he giggles softly. "Dex gave me a crash course on stuff and people I should know. Colin and Hugh Jackman gave me a call and we talked about some stuff regarding the acting, they made me watch my old movies which was a very strange experience," he laughs and looks up at Rich. "When we shot together, I learned a lot and I actually tried to remember stuff by watching others," he explains.

"And all the basics in life?" Joe asks.

"My mum, Dex and Rich. When we started to spend more time again, I had someone to watch doing stuff and he took his time to explain me some things." Taron says and takes a swallow of his drink. "It's like starting over with several things but having a package of language and some basic knowledge you don't know how to use."

"Wasn't so easy mentally I bet," Sophie says with a compassionate smile.

"I was depressed very often in the beginning and it lessened the more I got back into an actual life," Taron nods and grabs Richard’s hand who squeezes it. "But a day like this made us closer than we were when I met him again, so it had its good sides as well."

"Dork," Rich chuckles and T looks up to him giggling. Richard watches Taron standing up on his toes and feels him planting his lips on his for a short sweet kiss. If there was one thing he always loved about his boyfriend, then it was how less he cared about other people when he wanted to kiss him.

"It's so good to see you two back together," Keeley says and everyone agrees.

"Good to be back." Taron says smiling.

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[writingformadderton]

The Book of You and I - Part 9

Ship: Madderton

Word Count: 2499

Summary: Three months later it’s already December and they moved back in together. While Taron focuses on shooting Richard is physically and mentally drained, finally finished with shooting The Bodyguard. He avoids Taron until they have to sort it out as a specif shooting day comes closer, which leads to them ending in the bathtub...

Additional Tags: comfort, cuddles, kissing

Dedicated to @taron-eggmcmuffin❤️ 

Part 8   Part 10

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Three months later, it's already December and they moved in together. Everything went fine between them, Taron got more comfortable around Richard and less nervous. Even though there are some struggles when Richard is so physically and mentally drained from shooting bodyguard, he isn't really in the mood for anything else. Acting became hard because this experience took so much out of him.

Taron comes home from set at 3pm and tries to be as quiet as possible. He doesn't know if Richard is catching up sleep after a sleepless night yesterday. Stretching his aching body, he walks into the kitchen and sees the untouched breakfast he made for Rich. T sighs a bit and puts it away cleaning the kitchen. He walks upstairs and opens the door slowly, seeing Rich is in a deep sleep. He walks over to his closet and gets some comfortable clothes, needing a shower.

Taron enjoys the warm water running down his body and relaxing every aching muscle. He runs his fingers through his hair that's getting a bit longer again. Dexter told him they would only need one scene to shoot still, then work on set for both Richard and Taron is done. At least with shooting. T doesn't feel good about it at all because it's the scene where John and Elton sleep together for the first time. It was quite fitting that Taron had no clue about it, not remembering any of that, and Richard was the one with experience. But that didn't make him less nervous because it should look convincing and he shouldn't look scared or nervous to mess things up. They want to shoot it in two weeks and Taron knows he has to do a lot of work to motivate his boyfriend for acting again.

Getting out of the shower he dries his body quickly and dresses up into some comfy clothes. He loves feeling the soft fabric against his skin, relaxing him as well. Walking out of the bathroom he sees Richard isn't in their bed anymore.

Taron walks down the stairs and finds him in the living room, lazily changing programs on the TV. He leans in the doorframe when Richard meets his eyes and turns off the TV.

"Hey, how was work?" Rich asks with a warm smile.

"It was okay. How are you?" he asks staying where he is and watching him observantly.

"I'm really tired, to be honest. Couldn't sleep last night," Richard sighs and rubs his face a bit.

"You could've told me," Taron says.

"You need to work," Rich answers and looks down at his hands.

"Oh, Richie, you know I don't mind you waking me up," he says with a soft smile on his lips.

"I won't," he says harsher than he wanted to and Tarons smile fades.

"I just thought it may be easier to get calm enough to sleep," Taron says low voiced and bites his lower lip nervously, knowing he did the wrong thing now. Richard hated what was going on at the moment and Taron learned quickly that offering help made him feel stupid. But, sometimes he couldn’t stop himself.

"And I said I won't wake you up," Rich says firmly and looks down at his hands. He doesn't want to wake up Taron and rob him of his sleep. Taron was working a lot, finishing a movie without knowing this is the role of his life. He needed to be focused and well rested.

"Okay then," T mumbles and looks down at the floor unable to keep eye contact anymore. "You want some dinner later?" he tries again and swallows hard seeing Richard shaking his head.

"I don't think I'd be a good company," Rich says and shrugs his shoulders.

Taron nods slowly and his throat gets tight. "Okay," he says barely above a whisper and tries to hide the shaking in his voice. Another evening on his own then. He looks down at the floor for a moment before looking up with tears in his eyes. "I think I'll get some sleep then," he presses out and his face threatens to crumple and expose him getting upset.

Richard looks at him a bit startled hearing the sound of his voice and seeing how he struggles to keep a straight face. "You're alright?" he asks.

Taron shakes his head looking down at his hands and avoids his look. He wouldn't risk a fight or making Richard upset, he had a hard time himself.

"What's wrong?"

He shrugs his shoulders and tries to keep his tears in. He stayed strong the last two weeks that went similar like this here. But it started to scratch on his emotional and mental state, it threatened him to fall back into a phase of depression, because he felt helpless not being able to help Richard.

"You wanna talk about it?" Rich asks carefully and gets up. He walks over to Taron who shakes his head furiously and tries to wipe away a tear without getting caught. Richard places his hand underneath his chin and it hurts seeing his boyfriend flinch at his touch. He lifts his head and meets two really sad eyes, filled with tears. "Oh, bubs," he whispers and strokes over his cheek while grabbing one of his hands, "I'm sorry for being so distant lately."

Taron presses his lips together and wants nothing more than calming down. "S'okay," he mumbles.

"No it's not. I'm sorry for putting this all on you, it's not fair," Rich sighs a bit and tries to make eye contact. "Come on, talk to me," he urges him softly.

"Dex told me about the upcoming scene and-" Taron shrugs his shoulders helplessly, "I-I don't know how we should shoot such a scene, when we can barely speak to each other and I can't remember sleeping with someone." Now the tears fall down his cheeks and he bites his lower lip sniffing a bit. "And I-I miss you, you know. I miss us," he admits and feels better finally telling him, but also bad for doing it. "And it's not fair telling you this, because you're having a hard time right now. But I can't keep pretending I'm okay," His voice cracks at his last sentence and Richard immediately gets reminded of his costar Sophie saying a similar sentence to his character David after his suicide attempt. You can’t keep pretending you’re okay. And Taron was right, none of them could.

Richard feels tears welling up in his eyes and bites his lower lip. Being so caught up in his own mental struggles and anxious phases he forget how difficult it was for Taron. His boyfriend was still fighting with everything a lot and now he completely left him hanging. "I'm so sorry, Taron. And it's okay to tell me when something doesn't do you good. Especially when it's me, okay?" Richard carefully wraps his arms around him and hesitantly pulls him closer. "I'd need you all the time at the moment but I was scared I would do you no good with it."

Taron buries his face in his shoulder and groans. "You're so stupid sometimes. I told you so often before you can come to me when you need me. I'm here for you. Isn't that what I should do as your boyfriend?"

"I know, but I feel bad putting my shit onto you," Rich admits and sniffs as his tears fall down his cheeks.

"Please don't," Taron says and pulls back to cup his face, "I love you, no matter how shitty you feel."

"I love you too," Richard says and contorts his face, "I just don't know if I have enough energy to be back on set so soon," he admits through tears and feels immensely stupid for it.

"I think we should get you out of this dark place you're in at the moment and brighten up your days as a start," T suggests and Rich nods before cuddling into him tiredly.

"I need you, T," he admits softly.

"I'll be going nowhere the next two weeks," Taron promises and kisses his hair, "And I need you, too."

 -

A few days later they talked about everything and things became more or less normal between them again. Richard took the script for the upcoming scene to read it through and it's the first in a while. He bites his lower lip nervously thinking about it. Watching Taron sitting opposite of him, in the big comfy arm chair, he realizes how intimidating the thought of pretending to sleep with him in front of others must be, "Taron?"

"Mm?" T hums while reading the script again himself. When Richard doesn't answer he looks up and chuckles when he sees his raised eyebrows. "Yes, my love?" he asks teasingly and Rich cracks up.

Richard pats his lap and T gets up falling onto him. He wraps his arms around him from behind and places a kiss on his shoulder. "You're nervous about it?"

"Yeah," Taron admits and leans back against his boyfriend. "Scared to mess something up. I mean this scene is so fucking important, not only for the movie."

Richard nods slowly and remains silent for a moment. "Listen, we will do this as good as we can, without putting too much pressure on us." T nods and plays with his hands nervously. "We still have two weeks time where we can go through everything," Richard says and leans back pulling T with him.

 -

This night Richard can't sleep thinking about everything and turns onto his side letting out a soft groan. He starts fondling over Tarons hair and loves how soft it feels.

Taron wakes up soon. "Can't sleep?" he asks and rubs his eyes.

"Not really tired yet," he says and squints his eyes when Taron turns on the bedside lamp.

Taron pulls him into a warm hug and places kisses all over his hair. He closes his eyes and relaxes while cuddling his sleepless boyfriend. "Okay, I have some ideas to get you some sleep," he mumbles and buries his nose in Richards hair, "Jus' need a minute."

 -

With some ideas Richard didn't think they would go out for a walk at 2am. But Taron said some fresh air would wake him up a bit and maybe make Rich tired. And so they were walking through a cold winter night, close to each other and holding hands.

They told their friends and parents that they were back together but didn't make it official. It wasn't like they were hiding but as long as no pictures appeared they wouldn't really think about doing it. It was more relaxed for both of them this way.

Rich glances at T who's wearing a thick coat, the hood of a thick sweater and his jacket on his head. His face is half hidden behind a scarf and Richard remembers once more how quickly Taron became cold outside and now he was tired additionally. He stops walking and pulls Taron close who watches him questioning. "I love you," he says and pulls down the scarf to kiss him. Afterwards he pulls it up again and bops Tarons nose lovingly.

"Love you, too," he mumbles and smiles softly, his eyes shining.

"We're outside for a while now. You're cold, let's go home," Richard suggests and Taron nods thankfully.

 -

Back home Taron suggests Richard a warm bath to calm his body down. He lets the water run in while Richard gets some comfy clothes.

Richard steps inside the bathroom and sees his shivering boyfriend. "You could join me, if you want to," he says slowly and Taron looks at him thinking for a moment. Then he nods slowly. Richard knows he needs to lead Taron towards the upcoming scene. They needed some intimate moments so Taron would become more comfortable around him then.

When the water is ready they undress themselves and Richard gets into the bathtub first. Taron follows and sits down between his legs leaning against him. He smiles a bit when Richard starts rubbing his arms, trying to warm him up even more.

Richard pulls him onto his lap and T turns sideward a bit. He slides forward to make them both go deeper into the water and leans his head against the bathtub.

T cuddles into him and nestles his face in his neck. “I love you.” he whispers and places a kiss onto Richards neck. He feels Richard placing a kiss into his hair after telling him the same three words. Taron closes his eyes and focuses completely on the moment. He loves being so close and intimate with his boyfriend, their skin touching, while he’s safe in Richards arms. Taron places kisses on his neck and bites him softly, Richard melted once when he bit him below his ear for fun. Rich lets out a soft moan and closes his eyes enjoying the feeling. T liked to experiment a bit from time to time and see how Richard reacted to it. "Taron," he growls a bit and his hand wanders up tangling in his hair.

"Mm?" T hums and sucks softly at the bite mark before looking at him curiously.

"Please don't stop," Rich breathes out and leans his head back giving him full access.

Taron smirks triumphing and leans down, leaving tiny bites all over Richards neck. The small groan leaving Richards lips as he bites him firmly makes him chuckle against the already reddish skin.

Richard pulls him up and smashes his lips onto Tarons, sharing passionate kisses.  "You're driving me crazy, you know that?" he breathes out between kisses and pulls Taron close.

"I'm not even doing anything, I was just biting you a little," Taron giggles and wraps his arms around his neck.

"Just biting a little?" Rich chokes out and laughs. "We're naked in a tub, you're sitting on my lap and bite my neck, calling it just biting a little?"

Taron thinks for a moment before smirking, "Okay, fair point."

Rich rolls his eyes playfully and lets them wander all over Tarons face. His hair is wet and some water drops are on his jawline. "You're so beautiful, it's unreal."

Taron blushes and shakes his head. "Stop it," T whispers and smiles. He sits up straight on his lap, plays with his hair and stares deep into his eyes. "So how exactly is this stuff we're gonna shoot working in real life, Mr. Madden?"

"You really wanna drive me crazy?" Rich moans and feels his body heating up.

Taron recognizes the change and raises his eyebrows, "I suppose it's working."

"Get out of that tub," Richard growls and bites his lower lip.

"What did I do wrong now?" Taron laughs and pouts at Richard.

The Scottish grins and raises his eyebrows. "You really wanna do this in the bathtub?"

"Oh," Taron just says and smirks, “Maybe another time.” he winks at him and squeaks when Richard pats his bum.

“Get. Out.” 

@multicoloredchicken @primaba11erina @maddertonmyheart @madderton-obsessed @fuseburner

[writingformadderton]

Hesitate

Ships: Madderton, Jophie

Word Count: 6040

Summary: Richard takes a trip to his past, which leaves him panicked and Taron is the only one he opens up to. Only shortly after that Taron gets hurt by his father and Richard is the only one who can cheer him up. They realize how important they are for each other and Richard decides to open up about his feelings with some help from Sophie and Joe.

Additional Tags: angst, panic, comfort, cuddles, fluff, first kiss

Based on the song “Hesitate” by the Jonas Brothers

Richard plays with the remote control in his hand and chews on his lower lip. His mind is racing, questioning if he really should do this right now. It was dangerous to do such a thing now, at nine pm. If this went wrong, he would be up the whole night.

But if this all went well, he would be able to cope with this properly after all these years. He would be able to forget it.

Rich lets out a long breath and leans back in the sofa trying to sort his thoughts. “Just fucking do it,” He tells himself and growls softly. His eyes settle back on the screen and he takes a deep breath.

A few days ago, he suddenly had this brilliant idea how to tackle his childhood trauma. He could just watch the movie with what it all started. Maybe that would help him, knowing this little child wasn’t him anymore. Knowing he made it through filming this scene of abuse, made it through the bullying of his classmates. He made it.

But, actually doing it isn’t as easy as he thought it would be. Would it really help or make everything worse? If he fucked this up, he would be on his own, his best friend was filming abroad, who would be the only one he opens up to.

Richard sinks deeper into the sofa and stares at the screen. He doesn’t want to see it, but he can’t drag his eyes away from it. “Fuck,” he whispers and holds the pillow in his arms tighter. This was torture but he promised himself to watch it. To try and get through it. Otherwise he would try again. He feels panic taking over and takes a deep breath closing his eyes. Come on, focus. When he opens his eyes again, trying to blend out the sounds, tears are blurring his sight. He blinks them away and sees himself, knowing it is acted, but it kills him to watch it. Richard gags and shakes himself. “Come on..” he groans and forces himself to look back at the screen.

When the scene is done, hot tears are streaming down his face and fumbles for the remote wanting to turn it off. When he doesn’t find it he feels a new wave of panic taking over and he whines softly. Richard finally finds it and turns the TV off falling back onto the sofa and buries his face in his hands. He shouldn’t have done that. He shouldn’t have watched it. He shouldn’t have put himself through this.

Suddenly his doorbell rings and he flinches hard in fear, his heart racing. Richard pushes himself up and walks to his door slowly and quietly wiping his cheeks clean and taking a deep breath. He opens the door and frowns when he sees him.

“Surpri- Holy shit, mate, are you okay?!” Taron asks worried and watches him observantly.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, confused.

“I came home earlier, wanted to surprise you and come over,” Taron says and Richard nods. “What’s wrong?” he asks. Richard shakes his head tiredly and feels the tears welling up in his eyes again. He stares down on his feet as the tears fall down his cheeks and sniffs helpless. “Hey, Richie,” T says softly and puts the pizza he brought on the floor before cupping his face. “Hey, what’s going on?”

The softness in his best friend’s voice breaks his heart a little, not thinking he deserves it. His hands, warm from holding the pizza, pull him back into reality. “I just did something stupid.” he admits chocked up.

“What happened?” he asks carefully and lets his eyes wander all over his best friend. Looking into his eyes he can see something beside the sadness and that was panic. Pure panic. What the hell happened? “You’re having a panic attack?”

“Maybe,” he gets out with a shaking voice, laced in emotions. “I-Taron, I fucked everything up. I-I thought it would make everything better, b-but it didn’t a-and-” his voice cracks and he shuts his mouth, his body shaking with sobs.

Taron leans down and grabs the abandoned pizza. “Okay, let’s go inside, come on.” He grabs Richard’s hand and pulls him inside, closing the door and throwing the pizza onto the kitchen table. This could wait. He turns to his best friend and pulls him into a safe hug.

Richard clings onto Taron and buries his face in his shoulder trying to get himself together. How stupid must he look like, crying that heavy? But now that Taron is here and he doesn’t have to be alone with it only makes him cry harder, feeling his defenses breaking down.

Taron rocks them softly from side to side and his hand rests on the back of Richard’s head, fondling over his curls. He knows he’ll have to let him calm down and let everything out before talking about what happened. The sobs leaving Richard’s mouth are tightening his throat and he swallows hard. There was no time to get emotional, he has to be here for him and be fully focused on him. After a while Richard gets calmer in his arms and Taron’s hand wanders down, rubbing his back smoothly. “You wanna tell me about it?” he asks low voiced and Rich just shrugs his shoulders. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want. But no matter what it is, I’ll still love you, mate.”

Rich smiles weakly at that and holds him tighter for a moment. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Taron assures him and pulls back a bit. “Wanna sit down on the sofa a bit?” Rich nods slowly and looks down at the floor again. T offers him his hand and Richard takes it. Taron squeezes it and fondles over his knuckles as he walks them to the sofa. He lets Rich sit down and gets some blankets from the armchair. He wraps one around Richard’s shoulders and one covers his feet. “I’ll be here in a minute,” he says and plants a soft kiss into his hair.

Richard pulls the blanket closer around himself and shivers slightly as he is alone again. He would get through it, it wouldn’t get worse. Right? Closing his eyes he takes deep breaths and listens to his body. His heart was still racing, his mind was messed up, the scene was replaying in front of his eyes. He doesn’t hear Taron coming back, just feels himself wrapped up in his arms suddenly. Rich buries his face in his chest and wraps his arms around him.

“You wanna eat something before talking?” T asks suggesting and Richard nods, knowing he should. If he didn’t eat now, he doesn’t know when he would the next time. Taron disappears shortly again and comes back with the warmed-up pizza and two plates.

They eat in a comfortable silence and Richard feels himself calming down. Taron’s mind is racing, thinking about what could have happened that made him so upset. And then Richard opens up about his idea and what it did to him. He talks about how insecure he still is because of everything that happened in his childhood. Taron just listens and holds his hand throughout the process, giving him time to open up and tell him everything. He knew about the insecurity but he didn’t knew it was still that present.

“I’m just- I don’t know what I was thinking, I really don’t know,” he says and looks down at his lap for his moment. “I just don’t wanna feel like shit anymore. I don’t wanna get up and think about all the things I could do wrong, about all the stuff I don’t like about myself. I’m so tired of it, T.”

Taron nods slowly and waits for Richard to continue. When he doesn’t, he takes a deep breath and sits closer to him. “I know this shit that happened still is in your head and it’s okay that you struggle with it. No one expects you to forget it and pretend it never happened.” he squeezes his hand lovingly. “Mate, you’re brilliant, okay? You are an awesome friend, you’re funny, you’re sweet, you’re so talented and all your fans are a living proof of how handsome you are,” he winks at him and makes him laugh softly. “I know you’re struggling with all of this and you’re having some serious self-doubts,” Taron smiles at him softly and rubs his shoulder. “But you’re perfect as you are, Richie. And nothing will change that. You’re so strong for going out there in a world where’s so much hate and being able to have fun. Seriously, you’re so damn strong, mate.”

Rich just shakes his head and smiles a little. “Not really, but thanks.”

“Don’t talk yourself down, Richie. You are,” Taron insists and squeezes his hand again. “And what you did wasn’t stupid, it was brave. It didn’t work out as you wanted it to do, but you tried and that’s what counts.”

“I really don’t know what I would do without you sometimes,“ Rich breathes out and smiles at him softly.

“Oh stop it,” T giggles softly and plays with his hair lovingly. They look at each other for a moment and sink into each other’s eyes. Something changed between them the last few times they’ve seen each other. But both weren’t quite sure about what it was and if it was just one sided. Taron clears his throat and inhales a deep breath. “You want me to stay tonight?”

“You don’t have to, mate. You just came back home and must be exhausted,” Richard says and smiles at him assuring.

“Your bed is big enough for both of us,” Taron grins and Rich just chuckles. They spent enough drunk nights in there to know that. "I really don't wanna leave you on your own at the moment. And we haven't seen each other for a while."

"Okay then," Rich says and nods smiling. "But I really don't wanna burden you with it."

"Richie, it's okay. I'm here and I'll be by your side through all of this," Taron assures him and leans forward fondling over his cheek. "I promise, mate, it's okay."

 -

A little while later Richard is cuddled up in Taron’s arms underneath the blanket and has his face buried in his chest again. They love this kind of intimacy, it comforts them and makes them even closer. Taron is fondling over his head, playing with his hair. "Thank you for staying," he mumbles into his chest.

"Not a problem at all," T assures him and plants a soft kiss into his hair. "Now try and get some sleep. Love you, mate."

"Love you too," Rich answers and closes his eyes. It feels good to be in Taron’s arms, feeling him. He would wake up having his sweet scent right in front of him which would assure him he wasn't alone.

 -

A week later Richard has to give some interviews and his anxiety level is high. He's pacing the room and didn't eat some breakfast. Playing with his hands he tries to avoid seeing himself in a mirror, not wanting to change his outfit for another time.

The first interview is exhausting and he keeps on shifting on his seat, plays with his hands, is obviously nervous. When it's done he steps out of the room and looks down at his watch. Twenty minutes to the next one that could either be a break or a time for nervousness.

"Breathe, mate." he suddenly hears and looks up confused.

"Taron!" he quickly falls into his arms and holds him tight. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I'll check on you. I know how nervous this shit makes you," he giggles softly and rubs his back smoothly. "How long do you have?"

"Twenty minutes."

"Well then let's go," Taron grabs his hand and pulls him with him. They step outside and Taron doesn't let go of his hand, neither does Richard. They know there would be headlines, again. But they didn't care. It was their intimate friendship and they wouldn't hide the love they had for each other. "I bet you didn't eat this morning."

"Not really," he admits a bit embarrassed.

Taron opens the backdoor of his car and gets in pulling Rich with him. Richard closes the door and watches him curiously. "Well I thought so and you definitely need some food. So I decided to make some bacon and eggs at home and take it with me."

Rich chuckles softly as Taron takes out a lunchbox filled with it and the smell fills the car, making his stomach growl. "You're the best."

Taron hands him a fork and grins at him before digging his own into the warm food. "I hope it doesn't taste like shit, I did this half awake," he giggles.

Rich chuckles and assures him it's good. He feels himself relaxing having Taron around him and enjoys the belated breakfast.

When they're done they have ten minutes left and Taron packs the stuff away, pulling him into a hug. "Come here,” he says and Rich leans against him. Taron plays with his hair and looks down at him. "Just keep on breathing deep and remember it's just an interview. You'll do great."

"I'll try my best," Rich promises.

"Here. Let's go inside," he hands him a toothbrush and a toothpaste and winks at him.

"You really thought of everything," Rich chuckles.

 -

Three months later Richard's phone rings through the make-up trailer and he excuses himself seeing it's Taron. He quickly steps outside and takes the call. "Hey, T, how are you?"

"I'm... I'm okay," he says and rubs his face.

"What's wrong?" Rich asks irritated by the slight shaking in his voice which was only audible to people who knew him very well.

"I just feel like shit right now," he sniffs softly and stares down at his knees.

"Where are you?" he asks worried and gets inside packing his stuff. He signals his stylist he has to go, who leaves to inform the rest.

"Airport."

Richard frowns a little and then he remembers Taron had been in Wales the last couple of days. "What happened?" he asks softly.

But Taron just sniffs again and bites his lower lip. "Can you please come and get me?" he asks and now his voice is shaking hard.

"Already on my way." Richard says and starts the car.

 -

He finds Taron at the parking place and quickly gets out. Richard grabs his suitcase and throws it in the back of his car. Then he grabs Taron’s hand and softly pulls him to the left side of his car, letting him get in. Richard gets in as well and looks over at him. "Please tell me you're okay and it's mentally."

Taron looks at him for a short moment before nodding. "I'm physically okay, don't worry."

Richard places his hand on his thigh and fondles over it calming. "You wanna tell me what happened?" he asks carefully, not wanting to push him into something he doesn't want to.

Taron nods slowly and starts telling him about the time he spent with his mum, stepdad and sisters and how good it was for him. He was happy, got new energy and felt good.

They get out of the car at this point and Rich grabs his suitcase letting him open the door to his apartment. He steps into Taron’s home and puts the suitcase aside, getting rid of his jacket and shoes. When he looks at Taron he sees the silent tears falling down his face and feels his heart wrenching at that sight. "Hey, Taron," he says softly and takes a step closer. A sob leaves Taron’s mouth and that's all it takes for him to wrap him into a loving hug. "It's okay, let it out," he encourages him and holds him close. After a little while he leans down a bit and picks Taron up who instinctively wraps his legs around his waist. He carries them into the living room and sits down on the armchair, Taron on his lap, and grabs a blanket, wrapping it around T.

Taron cuddles into him crying and knows Richard's near is all he needs now. "I'm sorry. I - I just really needed you," he admits through his sobs.

"Shh, it's okay, I'm here now," he assures him and rubs his back smoothly.

Taron pulls back after a few minutes, his eyes red and puffy, tears all over his face, a running nose. Richard grabs a tissue and cups his face, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. T takes the tissue and blows his nose before looking down at his lap. "I met my dad on the last day," he starts.

"Oh," Rich says and can imagine this wasn't easy. It never has been easy for Taron to stay in contact with the man who left him and his mother when he was only a little child.

"Yeah it was a stupid idea, but I hadn't seen him in a while," he states and scratches his neck. "Well when I got there the first thing he did was telling me that I barely come and visit him. I mean I know that and I know I spend more time with my mum but seriously I spend more time with him than he did when I grew up," he says and chews on his lower lip. "And then after a while talking he suddenly says I changed in a bad way. I would think too much of my work, I got self-centered and I would forget about the people that are my family."

Richard frowns at that. Taron always talks about his family and his home and how much he enjoys being with them. He never made it a secret and brought it up in interviews as well. And Taron was always checking up on others and not self-centered at all. "I hope you know that isn't true?"

Taron shrugs his shoulders. "It caught me by surprise and it hurts," he admits.

"You're definitely not self-centered and seriously, I can't name a person who talks more lovingly about his family on the red carpet than you do. You didn't forget them and well of course you think of your work because it's stressful and separates you from your family and friends often," he explains and Taron nods slowly. "I'm so sorry he did that, it clearly isn't that way, bubs. You're amazingly sweet with your family all the time."

"But he's right, all of this did change me," T whines a little.

"Taron. He left you when you were six. He wasn't there when you went through puberty, grew up, moved out, build up your career. Of course you changed in his eyes and of course you aren't the little boy agreeing with everything he says anymore," Richard says and fondles over his hair. "We all change from age six to 30."

"I just feel like shit about it. I went there and had hopes it would be fun, but well he had other plans it seems," he huffs out, frustrated.

"You’re amazing as you are and no one, not even your stubborn dad, can change that," Rich assures him and plants a kiss on his temple before Taron sinks back into his arms, curling up on his lap.

"Thank you for picking me up," T mumbles.

"Sure thing."

- 

It isn't that easy to make Taron happy again. The comments of his father hurt him bad and Richard sees the tears in his eyes whenever he thinks of it. He sees the way Taron tries to hide it, tries to pretend he's okay. When he rings Taron’s doorbell today he has to wait a while until T opens the door. Richard only needs a short look to see he's not doing good. "Wanna have some alone time?" he asks carefully, knowing sometimes T needed to be on his own.

Taron shakes his head. "I need you," he admits quietly and avoids eye contact.

"Okay," Richard nods and steps closer.

"Sorry for this mess. I didn't want to drag you into my misery again," T mumbles embarrassed.

Richard leans down a bit lifting his head with his fingers and looks into blueish green eyes full of tears. "Don't," he says and fondles over his cheek. "I'm always here for you and you should never apologize for needing me. That's my job as your friend and I like to be here for you."

"Thank you," Taron presses out and a tear rolls down his cheek.

Rich catches the tear with his thumb and smiles at him compassionately. "Some cuddles sound good?" he asks and Taron nods letting him inside. His heart wrenches seeing Taron standing there looking like a little child, soft and vulnerable. "Come here, luv."

Taron steps closer to him and sinks into his embrace. Silent tears run down his face and he wonders about himself. Why the hell did he still have tears left to cry? And why the hell did this make him more upset than Rich with his childhood trauma?

They decide to lie down in Taron’s bed and Taron cuddles up into Richard, just like Rich did when he stayed with him a while ago. He can feel Richard's fingers running through his hair and massaging his scalp lovingly, while his other arm is wrapped around his waist, rubbing tiny circles on his lower back.

"You're thinking about what happened again?" Rich asks after a while.

"Yeah, it happened suddenly. I don't know why," Taron admits and pulls back a bit.

"Yeah, I know how that feels like," Rich says and looks at him, deep blue meeting bright green. He loved Taron’s eye color even more when he cried. His green iris seemed to stand out more against the pinkish whites of his eyes.

Taron looks at him remaining silent for a moment and chews on his lower lip. "How do you cope with it? Not slipping back into it over and over again?"

"I don't," Rich says and sees Taron’s confused look. He chuckles softly and continues fondling over his hair. "I'm...not really good at it. Let it put me that way. I just try not to think of it until something triggers it which usually leads to me pushing it aside. After a few times of doing that it hits me full force and it sends me into panic."

"Sounds like shit," T groans and both laugh at that. "But what steadies you in those moments? When you push it aside, I mean." he asks curiously.

Richard remains quiet for a moment and thinks about it. "It depends on whom I'm with. When I'm with my mum for example, I'm pushing it away because I don't wanna worry her with it. Being on set I focus on all the stuff going on around me. And being with you..." he stops talking and knows he should say something.

"Yeah?" he asks and suddenly is painfully aware of how close their faces are. It feels like he's surrounded by a bubble, Richard's cologne, his hand on his lower back, his body pressed against his own. Blue eyes reading him like an open book. Damn.

"Being with you calms me down," he admits slowly and it takes him all of his willpower not to break eye contact now. "I feel safe enough around you to not let those memories consume me."

"Why?" he asks and suddenly aches to know why the hell he was the one who could give Richard peace.

"I- I just feel like I don't have to explain myself all the time when I'm with you and you understand what's going on. You know me, better than anybody else," Richard's movements in his hair get slower. "And you're always so understanding and sweet when I feel like shit, I guess it just doesn't happen when you're with me in person."

"Glad I can help," Taron answers with a soft smile. He sinks into Richard's deep blue eyes and his heart starts beating faster. "Thank you for being here," he says.

"Sure thing," Rich answers.

 -

A few days later Taron gets a call from Richard when he's on set. "Hey, Rich, what's up?"

"Hey, how are you?" Richard asks and looks down at the piece of paper in front of him on the floor.

"I'm okay. How about you?" he asks and walks towards his trailer. It's a low fall afternoon and the frosty air is blowing into his face making him shiver.

"I'm good. Listen, I know you could use some fun. Sophie called me and invited me to dinner with her and Joe, she said I could take someone with me and I thought of you," Richard explains and leans against the sofa behind him. "We'd go to a little pub and avoid the public shit."

"Today?" Taron asks and opens the door to his trailer.

"Yeah, I could pick you up at 7?"

"Okay, yeah sure. I haven't seen them in a while as well," T agrees with a smile on his lips. That could be fun and meant some time with Rich. Perfect.

 -

Richard rings the doorbell of Taron’s apartment and takes a step back. It doesn't take long and T opens the door with a welcoming smile on his face. "Hey," he says and pulls him into a warm hug.

Richard holds him tight for a moment and smiles. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah," he grabs his jacket and keys and follows Richard outside after locking the door. As they reach the car Taron stops him and plants a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you. I really needed some company today."

"Glad I can help," he winks at him and they get in the car.

 -

Sophie and Joe are already there and greet them lovingly. It was always fun with those two and Rich. Taron feels his mind calming down and everything else that bothered him over the last couple of days suddenly doesn't seem important anymore. Taron sits between Richard and Joe at the round table, Sophie is opposite of him.

"Oh, we wanted to share something with you," Sophie says with a smile and grabs Joe's hand.

Richard looks up from his drink and watches them curiously. "The last time you did that you got married."

"Then it's a child now," Taron guesses and Rich chuckles. Joe grins and Sophie has a big smile on her face. "Wait am I right?" Taron asks with a bright smile written all over his face.

"Yeah, we're gonna have a baby," Joe agrees happily and squeezes Sophie's hand looking at her.

"Aww I'm so happy for you two!" Rich says and beams at his friend. "You're gonna be such amazing parents."

"Well and our baby will meet our amazing friends," Joe says and winks at T.

Taron smiles softly and watches the happy couple in front of him. "I'm curious if your baby will be talented like their mum or more like their dad."

"Maybe it's a mix," Rich suggests. "Like you," he grins and Taron blushes.

"Shut up," T mumbles grinning and tries to hide his blushing cheeks.

"Oh no, Rich is right, mate," Joe grins and Sophie chuckles when Taron buries his face in his hands embarrassed.

"Stop it you guys," he whines and giggles softly when Richard wraps his arm around him and pulls him close laughing. Taron looks up and smirks at him, a interaction that doesn't go unrecognized by their friends who exchange a knowing look.

They enjoy their food and fool around and it clearly becomes obvious to Sophie and Joe how close their friends became. They always had a strong bond and intimate friendship but the expression in their eyes changed, their looks were full of love and adoration for each other. The short touches got permanent and they basically sat close to each other, no space between them. Sophie was convinced now that this wasn't only one sided and showed her friend a thumbs up under the table who smiled relieved at that.

Joe exchanges a look with Richard and then the acting starts. "Richard, you remember when you promised me once you'd sing with me when I'd knock Sophie up?"

"What?!" Richard asks shocked and Taron chokes on his drink laughing.

"That's what you said," Sophie protests laughing and Joe starts laughing. "You two were shit drunk and you said that, love!"

"Ohhh right," he remembers and laughs loudly now. "Sorry mate."

"God, Joe!" Rich groans and laughs. "So what are you up to?"

"Wanna sing a song with me?" he asks and winks at him.

"No, god, please don't," he whines and Sophie grins. Sometimes it was quite useful to be an actor.

"Oh come on, mate. I know you have a beautiful voice!"

"That's true," Taron smirks mischievously and watches Richard who looks like he wants to disappear immediately.

"Go, Rich!" Sophie cheers and Taron joins her. Joe gets up and pulls Richard with him. Taron sits next to Sophie now, watching his best friend following Joe on the little stage. T looks around and suddenly realizes they are the only one’s in the pub, wondering if that’s just a weird coincidence.

Richard looks at Joe and nods as he looks at him questioning. He takes a deep breath and focuses on the guitar in his hands, playing the first cords of Hesitate. It has always been Joe’s favorite, thinking of his wife Sophie whenever he was performing it. And somehow the lyrics fit for T and Rich, their friendship and the things they went through together.

“Kiss the tears right of your face, won’t be scared, that’s the old, old, old me,” Joe starts singing and Sophie focuses on her husband with a smile on her lips. “I’ll be there time and place, lay it on me, all you’re hold, hold, holding.”

Richard takes a deep breath, steadying himself and starts the next line. “Time, time only heals if we work through it now and I promise we’ll figure this out.” he feels relief swapping over him as his voice doesn’t crack. “I will take our pain and put it on my heart.”

“I won’t hesitate, just tell me where to start,” Joe continues and smirks at Sophie. “I thank the oceans for giving me you.”

“You saved me once and now I’ll save you too,” Richard’s eyes meet Taron’s, seeing the dreamy look in them and how he mouths the words along his singing. God, he loved this boy. And oh how this line fit for them the last couple of times they were together. “I won’t hesitate for you.”

Taron watches Richard and listens to his smooth calming voice. He always loved hearing it, especially when he was singing. There was something about it that calmed him down, made him feel safe. It remembered him at the time they got to know each other, singing together in the studio.

Sophie glances at T and sees how focused he is on Richard. There was an adoration in his eyes that she had seen in Richard’s when he was looking at Taron. Hopefully their plan would work. “They sound amazing together,” she smiles as they start the chorus together.

“They do,” Taron admits and looks at Sophie. “I love it when he sings, he just hates it,” Sophie smirks at that and nods.

“Pull me close and I’ll hold you tight, don’t be scared ‘cause I’m on your side. Know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” Richard sings and Taron’s heart warms as he meets his look. Joe repeats the lines and Rich joins in on the chorus again.

Sophie looks at Taron and decides to take a step further. “Just to come back to you saying he hates it,” she says and Taron looks at her questioning. “He doesn’t do that for everyone,” she ads softly and T looks at her remaining silent for a moment.

“Is he in love with me?” he asks timidly and chews on his lower lip. “Because I don’t wanna fall even harder for someone who won’t return my feelings.” he says and let’s out a shuddery breath. Sophie was the first person he opened up to about it. The first person who knew about his feelings for Richard that grew stronger the more time he spent with him.

“What do you think?” Sophie asks and raises her eyebrow. “Just talk to him, mate.” She looks into Taron’s blueish-green eyes, a hint of anxiety in them, and smiles, grabbing his hand. “It’ll be okay. I promise.”

Richard and Joe end their performance and T and Sophie start cheering and clapping. They come back to the table and Taron watches him closely. Could he really feel the same?

 -

The rest of the evening happens in a blur for both Taron and Richard, anxiety and nervousness settling in their bodies. When they leave the pub Taron feels sick, he doesn’t want to confess his feelings and get his heart broken. He was unstable enough and he doesn’t want to lose Rich.

Richard starts the car and his grip around the steering wheel gets tight. Did Taron realize why they picked this song? Did he mess everything up now? His stomach turns and he feels sick, he couldn’t lose Taron.

“Thank you for taking me with you tonight,” Taron breaks the silence, trying to start a normal conversation.

“Not a problem at all. I’m glad you said yes,” he admits and sets the blinking lights as they wait a red-light. He clears his throat and opens his mouth, wanting to explain himself, saying something, but nothing comes out and so he closes his mouth again.

“You definitely still have a beautiful voice,” he says and smiles softly.

“Ugh, stop it,” Rich growls and shakes his head. “I’m just glad that my voice didn’t break or made a fool of me.”

Taron chews on his lower lip and glances at him. “Richard, I have to tell you something and I don’t want things to get weird between us when I do,” he starts and Richard nods slowly parking the car in front of Taron’s apartment, that isn’t far away from the pub. Taron plays with his hands nervously and swallows hard. “I don’t wanna lose you, okay? Because I need you.”

Richard frowns a bit at that. What the hell was he talking about now? He reaches out for Taron’s hand and turns to him in his seat. “You won’t lose me.”

“You don’t know that,” Taron laughs weakly and looks up at him timidly.

“Yes, I do. Because I need you too,” he speaks and searches Taron’s face for something that will tell him what’s going on in his head.

Taron avoids eye contact again and feels tears burning in his eyes, fear taking over, as he finally speaks what’s on his mind. “I love you. And I don’t mean it the way I said it a hundred times before.”

Richard lets out a shuddery breath and places his fingers underneath his chin and lifts up his head. “Yeah, I know how that feels like,” he says and makes Taron giggle softly, both remembering their talk a few days ago. “I love you too, T.”

Taron smiles softly and his eyes shine with tears. “Yeah?”

Rich just smiles and grabs his neck pulling him close. As their lips barely touch, noses nudging against each other, he searches Taron’s agreement in his eyes. The Welsh closes his eyes and cups his face, Richard’s connects their lips to a shy but sweet kiss.

Taron pulls back slowly, opening his eyes, and strokes over Richard’s cheeks with his thumbs, feeling the stubble underneath his palms. “You’re really cheesy, you know that? Trying to get me with a song,” he giggles softly.

“Seems like it worked, right?” he winks at him and his blue eyes shine brightly. “Wanna stay with me tonight?” he asks and plays with Taron’s hair.

“Absolutely,” Taron answers smiling and places another kiss onto his lips.

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[writingformadderton]

The Book of You and I - Part 8

Ship: Madderton

Word Count: 2838

Summary: After a night they spent together, Taron knows he wants Richard around him permanently. So he comes up with a plan to ask the important question and accompanies Richard to the Bodyguard set to help him with the scene he couldn’t do all these weeks ago.

Additional Tags: nightmares, comfort, kiss, cuddles, panic, Bodyguard

Dedicated to @taron-eggmcmuffin ❤️

Part 7  Part 9

Richard wakes up when Taron starts moving in his arms and lets out a whine. He lets go off him and T rolls onto his back panting. Rich sits up, tiredly rubbing his eyes, and looks down at him. Was he having a nightmare?

Taron flinches in his sleep and contorts his face before waking up sucking in a breath. T sits up and buries his face in his hands. “Fuck,” he mumbles and hopes he didn’t wake up Rich. Those bloody nightmares!

“Nightmare?” Rich asks worried and fondles over his head softly. Taron looks up slowly and meets his eyes. He nods embarrassed and feels tears burning in his eyes. Richard pulls him on his lap and rubs his back smoothly. “It’s okay, I get it.”

“Yeah?” Taron asks and his voice sounds small and intimidated.

“Yeah. I have them a lot,” Richard states and tries to comfort him, placing a kiss onto his hair.

“Me too,” T admits and takes in Richards scent, calming him down. “Sometimes I dream about it, based on the stories I heard about it. Then I wake up and sometimes I’m slipping into a panic attack not knowing if I forgot everything again.”

“What calms you down then?” Rich asks trying to keep up the conversation. He knows Taron needed to talk about his struggles, but never did on his own, worrying to be a burden.

T reaches out for his phone on the nightstand and removes the case. He takes out the picture of them both and looks up to him, vulnerability lacing his voice and his whole figure, “When I see this, I know I’m okay, because I didn’t know about that picture and you when I came back from the hospital.”

Richard presses a kiss onto his forehead and brushes over his cheek not knowing what to say. He thinks for a moment and sees the mixture of hurt, fear and need for near in Tarons eyes. “If you ever need me after such a nightmare just let me know,” he offers and Taron curls up against him.

Later Taron wakes up, still wrapped into Richards arms, with their picture in his hand and he feels warm and protected. He watches Richard sleeping, softness in his features, his hair a beautiful mess. T caresses his cheek ever so softly and feels tears in his eyes. "I can't believe you've still wanted me," he whispers and his eyes wander all over Richards face.

When Richard opens his eyes there are tears on Tarons cheeks. "Hey, what's going on?" he asks carefully and wipes the tears away.

"Nothing. I've been thinking," T says and smiles at him weakly. "What if I'll never become the person you loved all these months ago? What if I mess things up or do things you hate or- I don't know, Rich," he rambles with a pained expression.

"Love, don't worry so much about becoming the way you were back then. Honestly, you made me fall in love all over again, so there's nothing wrong, right?" Rich tries to comfort him and rubs tiny circles between his shoulders. "We will let it happen slowly and you'll have all the time you need, okay?" Taron nods quickly. "I love you so much, bub."

"I love you, too," T says and smiles at him through tears. He was extremely scared to mess things up with Richard and he doesn't want to lose him. Again.

"We won't date before you don't feel like it," Rich assures him.

"I love you, but why should we date?" Taron asks confused.

"Because we're obviously attracted to each other," he answers smirking.

Taron tilts his head to side a little and raises his eyebrows, "I'm attracted to fried chicken but I don't feel the need to date fried chicken."

"Fucking dumbass," Rich groans and rubs his face laughing before punching Taron into the arm playfully.

"Yeah, I love you too," T growls chuckling and kisses his nose making Richard scrunch his face.

 -

A few days later, Richard has to be back on set of Bodyguard again. Richard isn't dressed up yet, still in sweatpants and a shirt, his hair is a bit of a mess. The doorbell rings and when he opens the door, he sees Taron standing there smiling. Rich pulls him in and kisses him lovingly.

"Thought I'll bring you some breakfast even though I don't know if you like the stuff I brought," Taron laughs nervously.

Richard chuckles and pulls him close, "Babe, calm down. You don't have to be such a nervous mess around me." he smiles down at him and kisses him lovingly, "I love you and you're safe with me, remember?"

"Yeah, sorry," Taron giggles and nods. "Ready for work today?"

"Not yet," Rich admits and looks down at himself.

"You look gorgeous as always, love," T says and rolls his eyes playfully. Richard always looked good, he never saw him looking bad. Even when he was completely exhausted it was cute. "I wanted to ask you something, but I think I'll do that later."

"Okay?" Rich says slowly and watches him observantly, "I’m gonna go for a shower then.”

- 

Taron is nervous when Richard takes out the fresh warm bread from the bag and places it on their plates. As soon as he finds the note in it T doesn’t dare to look at him. He hears Richard coming over to him and looks up when he leans down to him. Taron sees the tears in his eyes and the smile on his lips and doesn’t know what to think of it.

“Yes,” Richard says and kisses him sweetly.

“Yes?” Taron asks nervously and Richard pulls him up from his seat cupping his face.

“Yes, I wanna be your boyfriend,” he says and his heart melts when Tarons eyes start shining happily. “Wanna come with me on set? You could meet Keeley,” he suggests.

“Yeah, sure,” T agrees and kisses him lovingly, running his hands through his hair.

- 

“Taron, this is Keeley,” Richard says and introduces his boyfriend to his friend.

Keeley shakes his hand with a bright smile. “We’ve already met a few times. I hope you’re feeling better,” she says.

“I am,” he says with a smile and looks at Rich. “Having him back around me helps a lot,” he admits and Rich smiles down at him softly before pressing a kiss onto his temple.

“So, you two are officially back together?” Keeley asks they walk towards the dressing room.

“Yes,” Richard says and gets punched in the arm for it. “Oi, what was that for?!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” Keeley asks shocked and starts laughing seeing his look.

“To be fair, I asked him this morning before we came here. Besides that, interesting to know that Rich likes to talk about me,” Taron says teasingly and they all start laughing.

“I needed Keeley when things between us were shit, you know?” he grabs Tarons hand and squeezes it softly while walking.

Taron interlocks their fingers and chuckles, “I was just kidding. I talked to my mum, Dex, even Elton and Bryce about you.”

Keeley starts laughing as she opens the door. “I think you’re even, Rich. Do you know what we’re shooting today?” she asks and looks up to Richard who stops in the door frame.

“Seeing your white suit, I suppose I do,” he says and sighs a bit. Fuck.

“Maybe it’ll be better this time with T on set, don’t you think?” she encourages him and grabs her suit.

Taron looks at Richard frowning who takes a deep breath and takes his suit. What would be better with him on set? He sits down on the sofa and waits for Keeley and Richard to dress up. Taron thinks about stuff Richard told him about working on Bodyguard but his brain can’t put the puzzle together. When Keeley steps out, dressed in a white suit he suddenly realizes which scene they are talking about. “It’s the attack in the car, right?” Taron asks her low voiced and she nods.

Richard steps out of his room dressed in a dark suit and closes the buttons nervously. He doesn’t have a good feeling at all about the next scene and he would have preferred if people told him this scene would happen today. “How long did you know about this?” Rich asks Keeley and curses as the button keeps on slipping from his shaking hands.

“I arrived ten minutes earlier than you and they told me then. Seems like they wanna throw us into it and push the anxiety level. Which is absolutely stupid after last time,” She sighs a bit and runs her fingers through her hair. “Listen, if it’s too much I’m sure we can do this another way. There’s no need in pushing you into something.”

“It’s alright. It probably won’t happen at the first take, but yeah,” Richard gives up and leaves his suit jacket open, wanting to sink his trembling hands into the pockets of his trousers, just to realize he hasn’t any.

“I need to go. My hair needs a redo,” she says with a smile and looks back at Rich for a moment, “Breathe, okay?”

He nods slowly and watches her as she closes the door. As always when she leaves while they’re on set he feels anxiety and loneliness creeping up in him. He knows she is feeling the exact same way, both suffering under the level of pressure and tension being put on them whenever they are on set. It got bearable for them together, which is why Keeley came over to visit on set, even when she had no scene herself to shoot.  

“You’re alright?” Taron asks and walks over to him. Rich nods but doesn’t say anything and avoids his look. “Hey, love, come on,” he says softly and cups his face with one hand turning him towards him, “You can be honest with me, I promise.”

Rich looks down at the floor for a moment before looking up again, “The last time we tried this scene I panicked. And I feel like panicking again,” he admits and shrugs his shoulders. “It’s annoying because I want to get it done and I put so much work into this series, I don’t want it to be shit.”

Taron starts closing the buttons of Richards jacket and nods at his words. When he’s done, he grabs his hands and feels them shaking hard. “Look at me,” he says and Richard meets his eyes, “Breathe in deep.” He does it with him and squeezes his hands softly. “It’s just a scene, none of it is real.” Rich nods slowly. “And breathe out.” Taron watches him doing it and squeezes his hands encouragingly. “Good. I want you to breathe deep when you feel like panicking and remember that it’s just fiction.”

“Okay,” Rich says weakly and pulls him into a tight hug.

- 

Richard fights against the panic rising in his body and takes a deep breath. Just a scene, just a scene. He gets past the first few seconds and they cover them in fake blood again, taking their time to cover his face and hands in it. Taron makes a funny face at him to make him feel better but it only helps a little.

They get back into the car and Richard takes a deep breath. He can keep calm until they throw the sugar blood against their windows and then he sinks down in his seat scared as hell. He tries to breathe and turns sideward letting out a growl. "Keeley?" he whines and reaches back for her as she offers her hand.

"You're gonna be okay?" she asks not giving a fuck about the camera next to her. They could still cut it.

"No," Rich turns forward again and looks up at the ceiling panting while his eyes fill with tears. "Oh god I can't do this," he pants and feels her letting go of his hand.

Keeley steps out of the car and shakes her head towards John, their director, who stops the cameras. She waves Taron over and smiles at him encouragingly. "Maybe you can calm him down enough. We shouldn't force him into anything," she says and opens the door as Taron nods.

The Welsh bites his lower lip seeing Richard like this. He leans over him and unbuckles him in his seat. "Okay, you can get out?" he asks and Rich nods. Taron crouches down in front of him on the floor and watches him worried. All the time he was the one overthinking and panicking. And all the time Richard comforted him, it was intimidating seeing Richard like this now.

"I can't do this, all I see is you and-" his voice cracks a bit as he looks up, his eyes filled with tears.

"Hey, shh, I'm here," Taron says and cups his face. "I'm here and we're okay. I promise you, we're okay, Richie," he tries to comfort him and brushes his thumbs over Richards cheeks.

Rich lets out a shuddery breath and tries to focus. Taron was right, they were okay. He could feel his hands on his cheeks, he could smell his sweet scent surrounding him and his beautiful eyes were right in front of him. But it was hard to keep that in mind during the scene. Taron wants to pull him into a hug but he stops him, "I'll make your shirt dirty."

"Don't be stupid," Taron growls and wraps his arms around him. Richard holds him tight and buries his face in his shoulder. T rubs his back smoothly and waits for Richards breathing to get more even. He pulls back and looks at him focused, "Listen, your panic won't stop, you will be scared as shit and that's okay. You'll have to accept it, the more you fight against it the more it'll take control over you," Taron says.

Keeley looks down at him surprised and thinks for a moment. She didn't expect Taron telling him to let it happen.

"Let it happen, take a moment and then lead it into a direction where it's useful. One of the first things you told me about acting is to take a strong emotion of yours and turn it into something you can use for a scene," Taron continues and Richard listens concentrated, "Use your panic for David's shock, use your fear for his, use the urge to get away and blend everything out for his need to calm Julia and himself down and get them out."

Rich nods slowly, "Okay."

"You're Richard Madden, you're gonna nail this scene," T says and winks at him, "We're gonna get some coffee later and I can stay with you tonight. Sounds good?"

Rich nods and takes a deep breath. They get up and Richard leans against the car behind him shaking a bit. He sees their director coming over, now that they're done talking. "I'm so sorry, John." he says and contorts his face.

"Don't worry about that, Rich. You'll get as much time as you need for this, maybe it helps having Taron here," he says and turns around, "Okay, let's take a break!" he shouts.

Keeley wraps her blanket around Richard and hands him a bottle of water, "Let's sit down somewhere."

Taron wraps his arm around Richard and walks close next to him, following Keeley. They sit down on the stairs in front of the building. Rich makes himself comfortable on Tarons lap and cuddles into him sideward. "You're okay?" T asks and Richard nods.

"You want some cookies?" Keeley asks and Rich takes one giggling.

"From where exactly did you get them now?" Taron laughs as he takes one. Keeley was only wearing her suit and they didn't get anything.

"She always has some cookies with her, T," Rich chuckles and watches his friend.

"A secret of mine," she says and winks at them.

- 

This evening they are lying next to each other in Richards bed. Rich is cuddled into Taron and enjoys the comforting near of his boyfriend. T presses a kiss into his hair and fondles over it, "I'm so proud of you."

"Why?" Rich giggles softly and cuddles into him deeper lazily.

"Because you did the scene so brilliantly even though you were scared," Taron says and Richard looks up to him with tired blue eyes, "You're very brave, do you know that?"

"Not really," Richard chuckles and shakes his head.

"Yes, you are, love," Taron says and plays with it his hair.

"I couldn't have done it without you, T," Rich admits and looks deep into his eyes, sinking more and more into them. "It helped to push everything aside seeing you being absolutely fine."

"That's why Keeley waved me over," Taron answers. "You've done that for me before, don't worry about it."

"We make a pretty good team," Rich mumbles as he buries his face in his chest again.

"Yes, we do," T whispers.

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