#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.

[wholesome-madderton]

Yes I do the cooking, yes I do the cleaning

[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.

[burgers-and-french-fries]

Madderton: Proposition!

Note: This was requested by @sarahegerton96. I hope you like this babe and before you read this, just remember how much I love you.

Enjoy!

P.S.: Please excuse the mistakes in this.

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Taron sat on the sofa after a long day, barely at the beginning of watching Sean of the dead. "Good evening little roomie." Sarah teased as she walked through the front door, taking her shoes off and placing her coat and bag on her hook by the door. "Oi." Taron protested whilst chuckling. "I'm going upstairs." Sarah breathed out as she walked toward the staircase. "Ok." Taron said as he turned his attention to the tv screen. Sarah briefly laid on her and Richard's bed as she caught her breath. It had been a rough day at work for her and all she wanted do was curl up and sit in between her two favorite boys. Deciding against it, she sat up and went to take a shower. Sarah took her sweet time in pampering herself a little bit in hopes to make herself feel better. When she was done, she wrapped her favourite fuzzy towel around her body and walked into her closet to find a sexy pair of underwear. Once Sarah had the underwear on, she stood in front of her full length mirror admiring the way the underwear hugged her body in all the right places. She felt sexy and beautiful. Desirable and powerful. She smiled at her reflection but her smile dropped when she heard someone clear their throat. Sarah whipped around to come face to face with her husband. "You're not supposed to be home yet." Sarah said happily as she connected her lips to his in a sweet kiss. "I know and I meant to tell you but my phone died." Richard said as his hands roamed her body. "It's ok baby." Sarah said before she kissed Richard hungrily. They stumbled over to the bed where Richard proceeded to lay her down. "I need you my big bad hottie Scottie." Sarah admitted seductively. Richard bit his lip and attacked her neck with kisses and bites as his hands roamed her body slowly. Sarah moaned and arched her body into his. Sarah wrapped one of her legs over Richard's legs and she grinded her core against his growing erection. Both of them moaned into each other's mouths.

Just after Richard had let his hand roam below the waist band of Sarah's panties, Taron opened the door. "I'm ordering pizza do y- Oh shit sorry. Looks like you are having each other for dinner." Taron teased through a chuckle as he walked out, leaving the couple alone. Richard and Sarah looked at each other and had what appeared to be a silent conversation with their eyes. Richard nodded and got off the bed to find Taron. "I'm sorry man, I should have knocked." Taron said with shame. "Thank you but that's not why I came down here. I came down here because Sarah and I have a proposition for you. This is something we have thought about and discussed and we feel that you would be the best person because we trust you." Richard explained as Taron nodded slowly, waiting for his friend to continue. "We were wondering if you wanted to join us in the bedroom. You are more than welcome to." Richard finished. Taron was taken back by the question and although it sounded tempting to him, he knew he better decline. "I appreciate the offer but you two enjoy. I'm going to go for a walk and give you two some space." Taron said as he pulled on his coat and walked out the door.

Part two coming soon to a screen near you!

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Let me know what you think!

Tag List: @rocknrollmadden @jobanan23 @anywaythewind13lows @superthiccthighssavelives @emmaelizabeth2014 @mairyleo

[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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The Book of You & I (pt. 6)

Ship: Madderton

Word Count: 3,186

Summary: Taron has a rough time and Richard decides to check up on him, knowing how lonely Taron could get. Seeing him so vulnerable and having him close brings up old feelings. And even Taron starts questioning himself why he needs Richard around him so badly. When Taron asks him to practice kissing for set, Richard just can’t say no.

Additional Tags: fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, first kiss

Dedicated to @taron-eggmcmuffin❤️ 

Part 5

When Richard comes on set this day, he hopes to see Taron. He hasn’t heard from him since they gave interviews and he brought him home two weeks ago. It wasn’t unusual that Taron hadn’t text him because he wasn’t using his phone often anymore. But he hasn’t seen him nor has anyone else on set as well. The rest didn’t seem to find it so unusual, so it must have happened before.

The first person he sees is Elton, who is talking to the chief designer of the film. Elton waves him over, seeing that something was on his mind and ends his conversation. “Richard, mate. What’s going on? You look a bit worried.”

Rich leans down to wrap him into a hug before sitting down next to him. “I am actually. Taron hasn’t called or text me in two weeks. No one has heard from him but everyone acts like it’s normal. I don’t know if I’m worried because I knew him differently and know that something is wrong when he behaves like this.”

Elton nods at his words before speaking again. “You’re right about him not feeling well. Since the accident, Taron slips into a depressed state from time to time and it always takes a while before he comes back to his normal, happy persona.”

“He mentioned something like that to me before. But it sounded more like a joke.” Rich says slowly.

“You know Taron best. He doesn’t whine around. I talked to him over the phone a couple days ago and he sounded tired. Maybe you should check on him? Even if it’s just a short visit. He’ll see you’re there for him.” the older man suggests and looks up as Dexter and his husband David come back.

“Yeah, I will do that. I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea but now that you’re suggesting it.” Richard says nodding and lets out a relieved breath. “Thank you.”

“No problem, Rich.” he assures him and pats his back.

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After some draining work on set, Richard goes home for a shower first. It was a warm day and he was trapped in the fitting room trying on different suits and wigs to see if the preferred hairstyle fits together. His natural hair was a complete mess now.

Afterwards, he drives straight to Taron’s place and walks to his door slowly. Was this really a good idea? Maybe all the stuff in the media about the two of them was the reason for it. He hesitates for a moment before pressing the doorbell. If Taron didn’t need him, he would just go home and wait.

It takes a little while until Taron opens the door, wearing sweatpants and Richard’s dark blue sweater. His eyes are red and puffy. His lower lip is full of tiny bites, which happened whenever he cried. His hair is a fluffy mess and he looks pale and incredibly tired. “You look like you need a hug.” he says and Taron smiles weakly at his comment.

T lets him come inside and closes the door. He looks at Richard for a moment as if he wasn’t sure what to do now. “I-I’m sorry that I didn’t let you know anything. I’m just having a bit of a rough time at the moment and-.” his voice cracks and his eyes fill with tears again. “And I don’t wanna get on anyone’s nerves with it.”

“You’re not getting on anybody’s nerves. Taron, you have the right to feel shitty and no one expects you to pretend everything is okay.” Richard assures him.

“It’s been nearly six months now.” Taron presses out. “Six months, Rich. I should be over it by now.”

“And? You think I’m not thinking about it? I’m still scared every time we sit in a car together.” he says and takes a step closer to T. “Come on, don’t put so much pressure on yourself.”

“I’m just scared.” he presses out and his lips are trembling while tears start falling down his cheeks.

“Come here.” Rich says softly and Taron falls into his arms, like he was waiting for him to say this. His body shakes as he starts crying into his shoulder, uncontrolled sobs leaving his mouth. “Let it all out.” he encourages him and rubs tiny circles on his lower back with one hand. They stay like that for a while, holding each other close. Taron calms down in his arms the longer he holds him and Rich is glad that he still knows how to calm him down quickly.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” Taron mumbles into his shirt and sniffs a bit. “I felt so lost the last few days. I wanted to call you, but I felt stupid and insecure about it.”

“I’m here now. You’re safe with me, bubs.” Rich assures him and starts playing with his hair a bit, fondling over the back of his head. “And you can call me whenever you want to. You don’t need a proper reason for it, okay?”

Taron nods and cuddles into him. He takes in the scent of Richard’s cologne and feels safe. Seeing Richard was what made him breakdown, but also calmed him down. He wasn’t alone and Rich was here for him, which wasn’t self-evident after everything they went through. T lifts his head and looks up to Richard. “Thank you.”

Rich looks down at him, caught up in his thoughts, and cups his face, wiping away the tears from his cheeks. Taron looked so soft and helpless right now it drives him crazy. He catches himself looking down at his lips and quickly looks back into his eyes.

Taron has seen his eyes hanging on his lips for a moment and looks deep into Richard’s eyes. The adoration and love in his ocean blue eyes overwhelm him a little. “Richie…I -.” he whispers and stares down at his full lips. For just a moment. Richard must be a great kisser. It was like he was trapped in his scent, his gentle touch on his cheeks and these damn blue eyes. For the first time, he felt his stomach flipping hard from looking at him and somehow, he wishes to have him around all the time.

“We shouldn’t -.” Richard just says and looks down at him, his eyes brimmed with tears.

Taron lifts his hand and strokes his cheek softly, catching a tear with his thumb. “I know.” he says low voiced. “And we won’t.”

Rich looks at him, softness in his features. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to force anything between us, okay?” his voice is trembling now. “It doesn’t have to be this way again if it doesn’t feel right for you.”

Taron nods slowly. “That’s something I’m scared of. What if I never feel that way again and I lose you because of it? It would be your right to stop talking to me, because it wouldn’t be easy for you as well.” he states and looks up to him with fear in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t be mad at you or never talk to you again. It would be the way it is.” Richard says and shrugs his shoulders.

“Be honest, could you ever love me this way?” Taron asks timidly and his hand wanders onto Richard’s neck, rubbing soft circles on his chin with his thumb.

“I do.” he admits slowly. He wouldn’t have to fall in love. He already is. Taron made him fall in love all over again and it became harder to hide it as the days went on.

“Why? I’m a fucking mess, Rich.” T says and bites his lower lip nervously.

“I became a mess myself, T.” Rich sighs and fondles his cheeks with his thumbs. “God, you have no clue how amazing you are, huh?” he breathes out and his eyes wander all over his face. As if to memorize his features.

“Probably.” Taron answers with a soft chuckle. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Focus on yourself for once, will you?” Rich says and laughs softly. “Now take a shower and I’ll take you out in the sun. You need some fresh air.”

“Only if we get some coffee.” Taron says and smirks at him.

“Coffee it is then.” Richard giggles and lets go of him. He watches Taron grab some stuff in his bedroom and closing the bathroom door. “Holy fuck, Richard! Get yourself together, for fucks sake!” he curses himself softly as he buries his face in both hands for a moment. You’re falling too fast! Don’t scare him off!

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Taron sits down on a chair in the little café and watches Richard take off his sunglasses and lean back in his chair across from him. He thinks back to the moment they had in his entry hall and a little smile settles on his face. Taron would have never thought it was Richard he needed to calm down. He didn’t think he really needed him so badly. “Have you been on set today?”

“Yeah. I had to try on different suits and stuff to see what could be fitting. Elton’s reactions were quite amusing.” Richard giggles at the thought.

“When Bernie heard you would play John, he said something quite amusing as well.” Taron grins at that thought. “He saw a few pictures of you with the dark hair and in a suit and looked at Dex, then at me and then at Elton. And he was like: ‘All I can say is, John Reid should be happy that someone as good-looking as Richard Madden got to play him’.” He starts giggling as Rich chokes on his coffee surprised.

“What?!” he laughs out loud and looks at Taron shocked.

“I’m not kidding!” he giggles and takes a swallow of his coffee. “So what exactly will be my next scene?”

Richard remains silent for a moment before talking again. “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart. And the following scene with me.”

“Oh.” he says slowly and Rich nods. “You mean the kissing heavily in a closet scene?”

“You could call it that, yeah.” he laughs softly and feels himself getting nervous. It would be a bit difficult after today, but he would give his best to hold himself back during the scene. He and Dexter talked about the kiss together with Elton earlier in the day, but they thought it would be a good enough time to do it. They shot Tiny Dancer between their talks and the interviews and got a pretty good take after the second try. Even though both of them started laughing as soon as Richard finished his speech. All of them agreed that the Take Me To The Pilot scene should be the last one.

“I’m nervous about that one.” he admits and scratches his neck. “I’m not sure if I still know how to kiss properly.” He starts laughing after realizing how stupid it sounds. “This sounds so fucking dumb, oh my god!” he cringes and shakes his head at himself.

“The more nervous you get, the more awkward it’ll be.” Rich says and plays with the cup in his hands. “Every kissing scene is weird, even when you’re a couple. It’s weird to make out in front of a camera.” he states and tries to calm him down.

“Probably.” Taron says slowly and looks down at his hands. Oh boy.

********************************

The next day, Richard is at home and relaxing on the sofa with his script. His phone rings and after picking it up, he sees it’s a message from Taron. When he opens it, he reads it over and over again, making sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. He puts his phone aside. Was this a good idea? He picks up his phone again and plays with his lower lip, deep in thoughts.

Hey, Rich. This may sound weird but I wanted to ask you if we could maybe practice the whole kissing thing? You don’t know how often I deleted this message to type it again. If you don’t want to or you think it isn’t a good idea, just tell me. It’s okay… - Taron

We can. I think it’ll be okay. – Richard

Rich stares up at the ceiling and lets out a groan. It wasn’t the best idea to do this but they would have to share passionate kisses tomorrow in front of the camera. He couldn’t just walk in there, shove Taron against the shelves of a closet and kiss him passionately without going through it before. And he knows Taron would be struggling on where to put his hands and sorts. It would look awful if they didn’t practice.

Wanna come over? – Taron

I’ll be there. – Richard

Taron throws his phone aside as soon as Richard answered his question. “Oh my god you fucking weirdo!” he cringes and shakes himself. He rushes into the bathroom and brushes his teeth again, changes into a nice shirt and fixes his hair a bit. He considers taking off his glasses but decides he is too lazy to put in some contact lenses. Fuck, we’re really about to do this.

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When Taron opens the door, Richard swallows hard. He has always been a sucker for him in glasses, with those beautiful sparkling soft eyes behind them. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Taron lets him in and scratches his neck, his cheeks flushing red in embarrassment. “I’m really sorry if it seems weird or-.”

“Taron, it’s okay. We shouldn’t walk into the scene tomorrow completely unprepared.” Richard assures him and takes off his jacket. They sit down in the living room and Richard takes out the script to match it with what they already discussed on set. “We actually talked about it yesterday on set. The way they want to approach the scene.”

“Okay.” T says and looks at him questioningly.

Richard gets up and walks over to a closet full of random stuff and opens it. “I’ll open the door and stand here, telling you to come over.” He looks at him and nods his head towards the closet. “I think you have a line while you’re coming over.” T nods and gets up slowly, walking over to him. “As soon as you’re in, I’ll kick the door closed. Don’t worry it won’t be dark inside.” he says and kicks the door closed again.

“They wouldn’t be able to film us if it was.” T giggles softly and looks at Richard, who catches him smirking when he realizes his mistake. “And then?”

“Then I kiss you while I push you towards the wall.” He says and walks towards him while Taron takes a few steps backwards. “As soon as you hit the wall, I’ll turn off the bright lamp. There will be a few seconds of us kissing. More rough and passionate this time.” Taron nods and now they’re standing close in front of each other. “And then we’ll say our lines and it’s done.”

“Okay, doesn’t sound that complicated.” T says and looks up to him. Maybe for a bit too long.

“It’s all about the way you look and the rest will happen in the moment.” Richard explains and creates some distance between them again. “Elton is completely in love with John at that point and he missed him. Elton longs him, wants to feel his lips and have him as close as he can.” He thinks for a moment and decides to make it easier for Taron to imagine things by talking about themselves, not Elton and John. “Let your eyes wander, stop at my lips for a bit. Try to make me see how much you want it.” Rich says and Taron nods slowly, playing with his hands nervously. “You don’t have to be nervous. It’s just me.” he assures him with a soft smile. “I’ve already been your first real kiss once.”

“My first real kiss?” Taron asks curiously.

“You had one when you were younger but you hated it, so you decided ours is your first.” Richard tells him and smirks a bit.

“Got it.” he says and falls onto the sofa heavily. Taron looks up to Richard and bites his lower lip. He and Richard became close the last few months they were together, especially yesterday. He is unsure about everything, his own feelings and the scene tomorrow. Rich was patient with him and gentle, which only made Taron long his near even more on his unstable days. “Can I kiss you?” he asks timidly and his cheeks flush in embarrassment. Jesus, think before you speak!

Richard stops in his movements and looks at him a bit startled for a moment. He sits down next to him and looks at Taron. The Welsh couldn’t even look in his eyes. Rich thinks it through and he knows there will be no way around it. If not today then tomorrow on set. And so he lifts Taron’s chin with his fingers softly and turns his face towards him. He looks into his blueish green eyes, which watch him with a mixture of interest, fear and longing. “Relax.” he whispers as he comes closer and T nods, his eyes wandering all over his face.

Taron feels his hands starting to get sweaty when Richard is only mere inches away. His heart races when Richard’s lips brush over his ever so softly. T freezes for a moment when Richard connects their lips fully. His lips feel way softer than they look and the kiss is sweet and hesitant, giving him time to process everything. Richard pulls back and opens his ocean blue eyes and Taron feels his throat getting tight, drowning in them. He leans forward, searching Richard’s eyes, and connects their lips as soon as Richard closes his eyes again. T lifts his hand and cups his face hesitating while getting completely lost in the feeling.

When he opens his eyes again and pulls back, Taron looks at him with clouded eyes. “Okay?” he asks just above a whisper and tries to blend out his racing heart.

“Okay.” Taron says and looks at him, remaining silent for a moment. He takes Richard’s hand into his and presses it onto his chest. “Is this shit normal?”

Rich guides his hand onto his chest, letting him feel his racing heart. “In this situation, yes.”

“If that’s what my first real kiss felt like, I’m pretty sure why nothing could top that.” He says and Rich just smirks a bit. “So, how exactly do I kiss you roughly while walking?” he asks and raises his eyebrows at him.

The Scottish pulls him up, grabs his shirt and raises his eyebrows at him. “You let it happen.”

And with that, Taron cups his face and everything else fades away as Richard’s full lips smash onto his and drive him to the edge of going crazy. “Oh fuck.” he mumbles into the kiss and pulls him close. Was this the normal way to fall for someone? Fuck it. We’ll go with it.

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