#taron

[taronismysugerdaddy]

I need him

It’s funny how attached you can get to a person you don’t even know

[clumsyunicorn87-blog]

[supaspidey]

most underrated actor of this gen

[ex1stenc3]

Welcome to Rookburgh!

THIS TOOK SO LONG TO MAKE IT OMG-

(If you see my smiler oc on top of the building with the clock, it’s because in my lore him and fly are friends)

(Speedpaint because why not)

(Also can you tell who are the characters in the wanted signs? 👀)

[taronfanfic]

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Masterlist

Chapter 2

The chiming and grunting vibrations from Taron’s phone alarm woke you suddenly. It felt way too dark, way too cold and way too early. You could have sworn it was a Saturday too, but perhaps not. Every day blends into one over Christmas and New Years.

“T, turn it off.” You groaned out as you rolled over to your own bedside table to check the time. 8:30am, Saturday the 4th January. Your phone screen felt blindingly bright but the photo you’d set last week as your wallpaper was still making you smile. It was a selfie taken on Boxing day during a surprisingly mild and calm walk along the beach in Aber. A slice of peace you wished you could return to as the alarm was yet to be silenced.

“Taron!”

“Alright, alright.” He finally moved and let some much-needed silence return to your bedroom before stretching his arms up above his head and letting out a yawn. “At least you’re awake though.”

“Didn’t have much choice in the matter. Please make sure it’s turned off tomorrow, I was banking on getting two lie-in’s this weekend to make up for New Year’s Eve. It should be illegal to let that fall mid-week. It’s not healthy!”

“You can sleep in for as long as you like tomorrow.” Taron chucked at your moans. “But we have plans today so we need to get up.”

“We do?”

“Yes.” He leant in to kiss you quickly. “Bit of a last-minute surprise. I’ll grab a quick shower and tell you more over breakfast.”

Thankfully you didn’t have long to ponder over what plans he had up his sleeve. By the time you’d got everything organized on the kitchen table, the kettle boiled and the bread down in the toaster Taron was back with you with a mischievous grin of excitement as he looked you up and down.

“Today’s going to be good, but dressing gown and slippers is not the vibe, my love.”

“No? Aw shame.” You replied sarcastically as you passed him his mug of tea.

“Worthingham Hall.”

“Oh, posh!” Your interest was considerably piqued with images of afternoon tea, perfectly pruned gardens and woodland walks. Perhaps your suggestion of romantic dates had been put into action quicker than you’d expected.

“We’ve got a meeting with… I think her name was Lorna? I’ll have to check the email. She’s head of events or planning – wedding bookings anyway! She’s going to give us a tour and talk through some options, prices, available dates.”

“What? Fuck off!” You almost spat your tea out in shock. “That was fast!”

“I know.” He grinned proudly. “Everything gets so booked up, and you wanted it to be this year so I figured we needed to get going asap.”

“Wow.” You got a moment to process his surprise and organisation as the toast popped. Nothing else was said as you stacked it on a plate, took it to the table and sat down to start buttering it before passing a few slices across to Taron.

“You’re quieter than I expected. What are you thinking?” He asked calmly.

“Mmmm, we’ve just not discussed anything wedding related in years. I feel like we’re going to be asked loads of questions today and be completely clueless! I don’t even know if I want a country manor house for the venue anymore. I know I said I did when we first got engaged, and I love that you remembered. But it feels quite big, and grand, and expensive.” There was genuine concern on Taron’s face as you looked up from your plate. Sometimes he was like a big puppy with boundless energy and enthusiasm, happy to charge into things and just see what happens whilst you took a more cautious approach. It was something you’d discovered when you bought the house too. One of many hurdles you’d jumped together in the last few years, and definitely one which had rocked the foundations of your relationship.

“It’ll be fine. As long as we’ve got a time of year in mind and a rough guestlist number I don’t think she’ll ask anything else. And it’s not like we’ve got to book it there and then. It might be awful anyway!” He reassured you quickly. “We can get some ideas, or rule things out. It’ll be fun!” He reached across the table to place his hand over yours.

“But what if we don’t want the same thing?”

“We did with the house… mostly.” He raised his eyebrows at the memories of your indecisive days. “Honestly, I want you to be happy. Take full lead with this one.”

It was weird to be feeling this worried and stressed at the idea of starting to plan your wedding. It had been on the backburner for so long that everyone had stopped asking about it, and you’d stopped thinking about it. But now it was happening it felt overwhelming and huge. It was only one day, but one day never to be repeated again in your life. It needed to be special, and it needed to be what you both wanted. You knew you trusted Taron and you knew you needed his input.

“I’m sorry for not being more excited. It’s a lovely surprise and I know you’re right. You always are!” You turned your hand over beneath his so you could hold it properly.

“It’s fine. I should know better than to surprise you with big things!” He chuckled to himself. “Like trying to get you away for our first anniversary. Once you’ve got enough details you’re fine, but until then… my god. Nightmare!”

“I just… like to be prepared.” You smiled back to him, knowing full well you drove him mad at times. “There’s one thing I’m certain about though, and It’s that I’m not planning this around me. It’s our day, so you’ve got to tell me what you want too.”

“Ok. Well I really liked the look of Worthingham Hall, it’s why I booked this tour. I was picturing a late summer evening. Not too many people, 50 max. Get married there, have cocktails in the gardens, dinner and speeches, photos at sunset with a DJ waiting for us back inside. Nothing flash.” He reeled off the full day like it was nothing and it suddenly hit you that he’d been thinking about it constantly ever since you mentioned it the weekend before.

“I don’t even know why I was worried.” You sighed in relief. “That sounds dreamy.”

***

Worthingham Hall was the kind of place which adorned the front cover of a Country Living magazine. It was a large red brick tudor building with lots of chimneys sticking out from the roof. There was wisteria and ivy climbing carefully around the front windows, and a softly arched double width wooden door at the entrance to take you in from the long gravel driveway lined with tall oak trees. It felt so secluded and private despite being on the very edge of the London boroughs. You’d been pointed through to the first small reception room to meet Lorna who had a spread of paperwork and brochures laid out on the coffee table by the open fireplace. After taking down your details she asked you the two questions Taron had predicted, or more likely been told to prepare for!

“We are very booked up this year so we’ve only got a handful of weekend dates left on offer. Late summer isn’t free but we do have the 27th of September or the 4th of October for autumn or the 29th of November but that wouldn’t fall into our Christmas package so pricing would remain the same.” She explained. “50 people is also our minimum limit, so if you had a few who cancelled at the last minute you would still be paying for them regardless. Anything over that and we charge for the total amount on the day. With all of that in mind I’ll show you around the rooms we use for the smaller guest totals. You want them to be looking nice and full in all the photos, but in case you change your mind I’ll take you to our larger ceremony space at the end as well.”

There was a shared look of excitement and overwhelm shared between you and Taron as you followed Lorna out of the reception room and made your way down the long and winding corridor towards the back of the property. The ceilings were low, beams made from dark wood, and walls full of old portraits and landscapes.

“This leads into our main dining area, which can also be set up for the ceremony, however couples usually prefer to use the conservatory for the ceremony during the darker months of the year as you get some beautiful midday sunshine if the weather is on your side. We’ll go into there next. But head on in and look around.” Lorna hung back and let you have a moment to yourselves.

“Woah.” Taron exclaimed as he followed you in through the door. The ceiling was suddenly three times as high, the beams only visible as they slanted up into the roof. One side of the room had long, tall windows looking out into the gardens and letting in so much light, the other was the same red brick as the outside of the house and decorated with hanging tapestries and wall mounted candles.

“T, look!” You turned behind you and saw a dark wooden staircase which led up to a small balcony at the end of the room. “You’d get great photos from up there.”

“You would! Have the top table at the other end, round ones down to here, cake over in that corner.” He was pointing out each section as he described his vision.

“Then turn it into a dancefloor at night. Get some coloured lights up the walls, a few disco balls to make it shimmery. I love it.”

“Me too.” He grinned widely as he took hold of your hand and walked you back to meet with Lorna again so she could take you along to the conservatory. It was clearly a more recent addition to the building, but the contrast was perfect. High glass black leaded panes set into a softer stone framework, with more glass above for the roof, sat perfectly with the white marble stone flooring. It was dying out for colourful flowers and greenery to lead you down to the far end where the backdrop of manicured lawn and bushes opened into the woodland below. It was small and intimate inside yet still had that wow factor.

“We open up the lawn for drinks after the ceremony, but if the weather isn’t on your side, then we can either put up a marquee or give access to a few of the smaller reception rooms here at the front of the house.” Lorna informed you of the final details as she took you back to the entrance.

“That sounds great, thanks for showing us around. It’s so beautiful.” You replied keenly. “I think we’ll need a little bit of time to look over the details and decide on a date, so we’ll be in touch with you again soon. Thanks again!”

There was a short moment of silence as you both sat in the car looking forward at Worthingham Hall, taking it all in. You could feel your temperature rising and your heart start to race, and if you weren’t already sat down you’d be seeking out the nearest chair as you were bordering on feeling faint. You reached your hand out to grab Taron’s thigh, and as you looked into his eyes you both knew it. This would be where you’d get married.

[pankowcrumbs]

Fame

The vibrant red carpet stretched before Y/N like a sea of flashing lights and echoing voices. Her brother, a rising star and newly minted cast member of Kingsman: The Secret Service, walked confidently ahead, basking in the glow of his big moment. Y/N, already a celebrated actor in her own right, was here to support him—tonight wasn’t about her. She lingered a few paces behind, taking in the chaos with a warm, supportive smile.

“Y/N! Over here! Can we get a picture?” the paparazzi yelled. Despite herself, she obliged, pausing to flash a practiced grin before quickly rejoining her brother’s entourage. She hadn’t anticipated much attention tonight, but it seemed the world wasn’t about to ignore her presence.

It was in the midst of this chaos that she first saw him. Taron Egerton stood a few feet away, effortlessly charming a reporter with his signature smile. Dressed in a tailored black suit, his boyish features radiated confidence, but there was a softness to his demeanor that made him approachable. Y/N found herself momentarily captivated.

As if sensing her gaze, Taron glanced her way. Their eyes met—just a fleeting moment—but it was enough to make Y/N’s cheeks flush. She quickly looked away, focusing instead on her brother, who was now deep in conversation with Colin Firth.

“You're Y/N, right?”

Her heart skipped a beat. Turning, she found herself face-to-face with Taron, his warm hazel eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“That’s me,” she replied, offering a friendly smile. “And you’re Taron.”

He chuckled, running a hand through his neatly styled hair. “Guilty as charged. I’ve seen a few of your films. You’re incredible.”

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the compliment. “Thank you. That means a lot, coming from someone as talented as you.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he quipped, his grin widening. “Are you here for the film, or…?”

“My brother’s in the cast,” she explained, gesturing toward the group ahead. “I’m just here to support him.”

Taron nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Well, I’m glad you’re here. It’s nice to meet someone who knows what this whirlwind feels like but isn’t caught up in it tonight.”

Their conversation flowed naturally, the noise and chaos around them fading into the background. Taron’s humor and genuine interest made Y/N feel at ease, and she found herself laughing more than she had in weeks. Before they knew it, the premiere was starting, and they were ushered inside.

The days that followed were a blur of headlines and social media buzz. Fan edits of Y/N and Taron on the red carpet flooded the internet, their brief interaction sparking speculation and ship names. At first, it was amusing—the edits were creative, the captions lighthearted—but as the rumors grew, so did the scrutiny.

Y/N’s phone buzzed incessantly with notifications. Her fans were largely supportive, but the darker corners of the internet were less kind. Anonymous comments picked apart her appearance, her career, even her intentions. It was overwhelming.

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?” Taron’s voice on the other end of the line was a balm to her frayed nerves.

“You could say that again,” Y/N admitted, sinking onto her couch. “I didn’t think one conversation would turn into… this.”

“Neither did I,” he said, his tone laced with humor. “But for what it’s worth, I’m glad we met. Maybe we should give them something real to talk about.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Are you saying…?”

“Let me take you out,” Taron offered. “Away from all this noise. Just you and me.”

Their first date was perfect in its simplicity. Taron picked her up in a modest car, far from the flashy rides the tabloids might expect. They drove to a quiet little restaurant on the outskirts of the city, where the staff greeted Taron like an old friend. Over candlelight and hearty food, they talked about everything—their childhoods, their careers, their dreams for the future. Taron’s easygoing nature and genuine interest in her life made Y/N feel seen in a way she hadn’t in years.

As the night wore on, they found themselves walking along a nearby riverbank. The city lights reflected off the water, casting a soft glow over their surroundings. Taron reached for her hand, his touch tentative but warm.

“I know this might be moving fast,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I really like you, Y/N. And I don’t want to let the press or the fans dictate how we go about this.”

Y/N squeezed his hand, her heart full. “I like you too, Taron. And I’m willing to figure this out with you, one step at a time.”

Their relationship wasn’t without its challenges. The fan edits evolved into invasive paparazzi photos, and the online hate grew louder with each public outing. But through it all, Y/N and Taron leaned on each other, their connection strengthening with every obstacle they faced.

One evening, as they sat side by side on her living room couch, scrolling through a mix of supportive and hurtful comments, Taron took her hand.

“You know what I’ve learned?” he said, his voice steady. “The people who matter—our families, our real friends—they see us for who we are. Not for what the tabloids say, or what some stranger on the internet thinks.”

Y/N nodded, his words resonating deeply. “You’re right. And as long as we have each other, we can handle anything.”

Taron smiled, pulling her into his arms. “Exactly.”

In that moment, Y/N realized that while the world around them might always be chaotic, their relationship was a safe haven. Together, they could weather any storm.

[socksracoon10]

𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬

𝐒𝐮���𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫? 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘹 𝘍!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 Warnings: Fluff, a bit of angst? Author’s Note: This movie may not be the best, but hey it’s Taron Egerton and we shall write for our King Taron Egerton. That is all I have to say 😌. All mistakes are mine!

John had told him before the plan. He had it memorized within his mind for the past few days. Hop over the ledge, get past the wagons with bread, sneak past the ever-lazy guards, climb up the stone bricks and right into the side room where the guest room was. Simple. He knew he could handle it. He’d done something like this at least a million times, none of this was new. Then why was he so worried about it?

He tossed and turned a few more times in his stiff bed, well... a bed would be an overstatement. It was a wooden plank in the back of a wagon that John had situated for him to stay until dawn.  “Get some good rest, this will be quite the extraneous task, considering the Lady of the Manor is within those walls,” John instructed him. Robin had nodded his head, paying no mind to the warning. He hadn’t heard much about the Lady, other than that she was a stubborn mule that often bit the hand that fed it. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, and she was ruthless just like her father. He was very well aware of the fight she had started in the town square for her own selfish benefit of gaining a few extra gold coins at the expense of the men fighting for their life over a petty cause. John had seen the Lady escape that day, right after she had shoved a man down the stairs nearby, so much so that he was rendered blind due to the bruises on his head. She was part of the scum, she was part of the problem, John had spewed into Robin’s ears. Once again, the archer just nodded his head and listened, carefully. He didn’t want to give an opinion so soon of a Lady. Perhaps there were extra circumstances that he needed to skepticize; at least that’s what he had told himself when he had seen Marian with the Sheriff. 

Robin shut his eyes, tightly, turning around once again in an effort to shake the image of his past lover with someone else. It wasn’t working at all. He sighed, opening his eyes to face the stars above him. Each star twinkled and danced around, just like the reflections off of the coins he stole, each with it’s own tale. He chuckled, softly, to himself as he tried his best to remember the last escapade he did. He almost lost his arm; it was such a close call. Luckily, John was there to yank him out of sight from the guards, or else he would’ve been finished. He let out a yawn, momentarily covering it with the back of his hand before his eyes slowly drooped, before ultimately closing as he let sleep take over him. The breeze that cooled him down flew over to where the Lady sat, right outside her window. She frowned, looking at the town from her high angle and realized how pitiful everyone was. However, they couldn’t be more in a state of misery as she was; always locked away inside her room. She scoffed, leaning out the window to take a glance at where the guards were. They were always stationed in the worst possible places, but as she did so, she noticed someone’s feet sticking out of the wagon where only half of it was visible to her naked eyes. 

Taking this as a new responsibility, she grabbed a couple of her dresses and descended down the side, using the stone bricks as her ladder with the help of her dresses that was currently anchored to her bed. When she finally landed down onto the ground, she scurried past a few guards and made sure not to disrupt the horses in the stables as she jumped over the ledge. No one in her family would ever use those horses in the first place, but ever since that puny Robin Hood had managed to create a ruckus around the town, all the important individuals were forced to house a few guards in their houses in exchange for protection. She thought it was quite disgusting at first, because she had convinced her family that protecting one’s self did not have to be done through guards who were clearly lusting after her. The Sheriff, however, paid no mind to her requests and she scowled, storming off to her room then for an hour of reflection.

When she had approached the wagon more closely, she noticed the bow and arrow sitting upright, above the sleeping man. She couldn’t make out his face as he had turned over to the side, his face covered in the position that he was currently sleeping in. She huffed out loud, hands on her hips as she decided that whoever this man was, he’d have to leave soon. Sleeping on her family’s land was the last thing she needed. She moved to the side of the wagon and grabbed the bow to see who’s it belonged to and much to either her dismay or astonishment, her fingers had brushed past the carved initials of R and H. It was Robin Hood. She gasped, slightly, a hand flying to her mouth as she made her way back around to face the sleeping man. He had moved in his position, now facing the sky again with an arm propped underneath his head. His lips were slightly parted, his chest rising and then falling as his eyes flickered at times underneath his closed eyelids. The Robin Hood was sleeping in a wagon right outside her manor. 

My, my, my, she thought to herself, isn’t this truly something?

She could easily call the guards over and capture him. Yes, she should do that and as she placed the bow back and stepped back from the wagon, a thought came flying to her head. A man as skilled and mischievous as him, wouldn’t be sleeping here in plain sight like a fool. He couldn’t possibly be that idiot, now could he? No. Perhaps... perhaps he was purposely sleeping here so she would’ve seen him. Because he’d have wanted her attention. She proudly smiled, lifting her chin up at the thought. She knew she quite beautiful, but this was fueling her ego on a completely different level. 

Ah, so if games is what he was to play... then she would gladly play along.

She clasped her hands together at the thought. He would come into the manor, tomorrow, hopefully and she would catch him by surprise. Once she’d have her fun with him, she could then use him for her plan. She began to make her way back, clearly giddy at her own idea of fooling the one man she was sworn to hate...

Robin had groaned in the early morning, stretching his arms and legs a bit as he stood straight up. He was startled, however, by the sight of John in front of him with his head shaking in disappointment.

“Could’ve slept with the maids inside, no one would have ever seen you...” John scoffed. “Really?” Robin asked, tilting his head.

“No, you fool, I was jesting. Now, come, you have much work to do. I shall be waiting outside of these walls with the wagon. You know what to do... do it well,” John stated, patting his back. Robin grumbled, standing up and grabbing his belongings before secretly making his way to the side wall. He looked up, noticing the stone bricks that stuck out in certain places, almost as if someone used them regularly to climb along. He had raised his eyebrow, staring at those bricks for a while before grabbing one and hoisting himself up. Well, whatever was up there, he’d have to be extremely careful.

When he hoisted himself over the window’s edge, he groaned as his gut hit the edge as he tumbled inwards. He stood up, immediately, and looked around the room to make sure no one saw that. He shook his head, stifling a small yawn as he scanned the room before him. The tossed bed covers, the messy dresses laid out on a table and some jewelry displayed out on the nightstand. Ah, so there was a guest in this room. Perfect, he cursed under his breath before stashing the jewels into his bag. 

With that, he exited the room, quietly and creeped over to the stairs at the end that led to the cellar downstairs. From what he had inquired, the Lord of the Manor had decided to shift all their personal belongings to a place that wasn’t easily accessible to commoners. Lucky for Robin, he had managed to find a blacksmith that created a similar key to the cellar room. This was too easy, he thought to himself, but then again... after all the fighting he had to previously, this would be a vacation of sorts.

He had slipped the key in, turning it to the right before entering the cellar. God, it was dark in here and as he grabbed a torch hanging beside him, he heard a voice in front of him, “Well, well, well, if it’s Robin of Locksley.” His head snapped towards the direction of the voice, moving the torch closer before it illuminated the face of (Y/N). She had a frown on her, chin upwards as she faced him. The corner of his lips slowly curved upwards at the sight of her, and he didn’t fail to notice the way her eyes had faltered down to glimpse at his bow before climbing right back up to his set of green eyes. 

“Shouldn’t you be tucked into your bed by now?” He teased, cocking his head to the side as he did so. Her frown deepened, hands balled into fists as she took a step towards him,

“Shouldn’t you be rotting in prison, Locksley?” She snapped and his jaw dropped for a moment before a cheeky grin formed on his face. 

“I didn’t think someone like you could fire back instantly like that, I see this hellhole has a lot to offer to you too!” He cried out, beginning to walk away. She latched onto his arm, pulling him onto her,

“A honorable man like you shouldn’t leave a Lady just like that, perhaps I can accompany you,” She offered and he raised an eyebrow in response; she was planning something, he could see it in her eyes. Well, he had been working tirelessly just days prior, he could at least have some fun with her. If worst comes to worst, he could simply just take her with him at the end. He sighed, deep in thought at the consequences that could follow as she remained impatient, her eyes darting out the door in case any of the maids or guards would appear. 

“Quit thinking so much, you’re here for the jewels aren’t you?” She hissed, 

“Listen, I’m trying to work out some things in the hopes that you won’t betray me,” He seethed, pushing her hand off his shoulder as he marched out the door. With her trailing behind, he sometimes peered over his shoulder to make sure she wouldn’t do anything outrageous, especially in such a small space of a hallway. The steps to the cellar downstairs were spotted at the end of the hallway and he made haste, before she had stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

“Lady, I suggest you move to the side, we can make it all quicker. Besides you’re the one that offered-”

“I didn’t offer anything, you fool, I asked if you were here for the jewels, that was all. Now, I’ll give you a deal-”

“I don’t have time for deals,” Robin replied, looking around to make sure the coast was still clear. He turned back to face her, clearly agitated,

“Well, then your companion waiting outside my manor’s walls will have to remain single then. I know why you’ve come here, you can’t fool me.”

“I think everyone at this point knows why I come to someone’s house or property, it’s for their jewels.”

“Haha! You’re lying right through your teeth, I know why you’re here. You’re here for me,” She huffed, crossing her arms with a proud smile on her face. Robin, on the other hand, had completely lost her, not understanding a word that flowed out of her mouth.

“I’ve... I’ve what?” He questioned, still trying to process what she said.

“Oh come now! Don’t be so dull, sleeping so openly like that where only I could spot you last night? You... You were trying to get my attention, were you not?”

He blinked, before a grin slowly formed on his lips. She couldn’t have been more of an idiot than she was now.

“Aw, you’ve caught me, Lady,” He cooed, “you are truly an intelligent being, seeing right through my deceptions.” He had to stifle a laugh as she seemed so proud of herself. He instantly knew he could use this as leverage to get what he wanted and this was perfect. “Surely, you would allow me your secret admirer to... well, take just a few coins to help the poor?”

“Perhaps, but I would like something out of it.”

“You want your own coins back?”

“No, you idiot,” She rolled her eyes, “A token of your love if you will, would be most appropriate. You are so desperate after all,” She exclaimed and as much as Robin wanted to protest, he had heard footsteps from across the hallway. He inhaled, sharply, promising to offer her something very precious before grabbing onto her arm and descending into the cellar. Without even his asking, she had gone out of the way to show him the secret corridor in which her family’s fortune was placed. He had held out a bag to her and she had started openly stuffing the bag with whatever she could grab onto. It was quite strange, the whole sight of it.

“Lady (Y/N), your work is exceptional,” A voice called out from behind and Robin groaned, turning around to face her father whose hands were clasped behind his back. The archer scanned the room for any more individuals, deciding whether this would be an easy fight or not. Without any warning, a knife had come across his throat and he peered slightly to see (Y/N) with a smirk on her face,

“It’s a shame, love,” He cried out, “I really thought we had something there.”

“Father, take the bag with you and go upstairs, I can finish him.” She instructed and as her father forcefully grabbed the bag from her hands, Robin managed to find a way to break free from her grasp, knock the knife out of her hands and launch it onto her father’s head. The sound of metal crushing bone echoed into the room and when Robin had turned back to face his traitor, he realized his arrows were missing.

“You looking for this, Locksley?” She called out, standing a few feet away from him.

“Give it back, and there shall no longer be any more deaths. I’m warning you right now.”

“I asked for a token of your love, perhaps you could give me at least one of your arrows to keep?”

“Your father has just died, you show no remorse at all whatsoever and then you have the audacity of acting in such a manner? Are you insane?” Robin questioned, his brows furrowed together as he stepped closer to her.

“You’re here for the jewels, I’m here for you,” She responded and Robin, once again, was at a loss for words.

“What is your obsession with me? I don’t think I could ever trust someone who almost got me killed and once again, I will emphasize this, you show no remorse for your dead father!”

“I know a way out of here,” She began, completely ignoring his comments as she pointed to a pathway. It would lead right to Little John, as he was still waiting outside, growing more anxious as time passed on. As she tossed him all but one of his arrows, Robin forcefully grabbed her arm,

“What are you hiding from me? Was this your plan all along? Using me as bait to get rid of your father?” He whispered,

“Locksley, there are many things that wouldn’t make sense even if I told you. You have your own secrets, and I have my own. Do not think I am on your side, I am simply doing what I must do for my own happiness. Now come, grab your bag, add a few more of the jewels and then follow me-”

“How can I trust you?” Robin asked, making way to stuff more items into the flimsy fabric, he turned over to face her, kneeling onto the ground. When she remained silent, he laughed to himself and stood up,

“Every man for himself, then I suppose.”

“I suppose so.”

“Little John wouldn’t be very fond of the idea of bringing you along.”

“B-But wouldn’t you like that?” She asked, almost begging him to take her along with him. 

He thought about it, thought about it very deeply. If he had shown up with the woman to his partner, there would be many questions. Based on her stupidity at certain moments, it would be hard to even convince John that she was worth it. But he also knew what it felt like to be stuck in one position and have no means of ever gaining hope. He sighed, meeting her eyes once again,

“You shall stay here until I come back,” He ordered and she gasped out loud,

“What!?! I go out of my way to show you to the cellar and kill my father and this is your idea of repaying me? How cruel of a man could you be? You arrogant scum! I shall call the guards at once and-” He clasped onto her mouth, silencing her as his other hand held onto the back of her neck,

“I know you are speaking out of anger, because I also know you wouldn’t dare expose me to the guards. You’re seeking for a new life, I understand that. However, I cannot trust you at the moment as much as I want to. Don’t get me wrong, your services to me as of today are plentiful, but it isn’t enough for me to fully trust you. You have my respect however.” He explained and she glowered at him,

“Your respect means nothing to me,” She mumbled under the palm of his hand. He let go of her, stepping back as he briefly looked onto the single arrow in her hand,

“Keep that safe with you, I shall return one day for it.”

“What if you’re lying?” She asked, “What if you never come back?”

Before he could even form a proper answer to her questions, he had heard the sound of the guards above, their steps growing louder and louder. He had to make haste, he needed to return back and distribute the wealth. 

“Then you shall keep the arrow as a token of my love,” He replied, softly before running down the pathway and climbing up the bricks into the fresh open air. Lady (Y/N) stood there, the arrow still tightly wound in her hand as she faced the guards. She would have to place the blame on him, anyway, for her own safety. If he had not returned within a month’s time, she would personally see to it that his body be hung along the multiple prisoners in the town square. Yes, that would do. 

“You surely took your time,” John grumbled as he and Robin both rode off. The latter remained silent, not wishing to speak further about what had happened in the manor. It was the last thing that he had expected and it pained him more than he would’ve liked to admit. He would have to go back. One day. But he didn’t know when...

The arrow had been confiscated by the guards that day and Lady (Y/N) had forced herself to remain hopeful. However, as the days passed on, they turned into weeks. And weeks turned into months. By the end, she had lost all hope but she couldn’t bring herself to enact revenge on him because no matter what she did, she was still going to end up all alone, stuck in the same grey manor. 

One fortunate day, she had gone into the market to collect some bread as her pantry had been emptied by the guards one night. As she was passing an alley with her basket of bread, she noticed an arrow attach itself right next to her, startling her slightly until her eyes fixated on a small green handkerchief. A token of love and gratitude, she assumed and she looked up to see the source of the arrow.

“Well, love, where’s the arrow?” Robin asked, jokingly, climbing down from the heap of carts before finally landing right in front of her.

“They took it away,” She whispered, a surge of anger rising in her as she wanted to smack his soul right out but upon seeing him, all she could do was hug him tightly, unsure of her feelings towards him. His hands softly trailed down her hair, before he leaned into her hair,

“Though I haven’t fully fulfilled my promise to you, it shall be known that I have come back for you. I could never leave you, no matter how many horrid things people have said about you and your abhorrent manners,” She pulled back, lightly smacking his arm as he laughed in response. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, before continuing, “but now that you’re here, I suppose you would very much like something fun to do. So, tell me love, when shall we retrieve my arrow from those nasty guards?”

She smiled in response, “What about now?”

[njnetails]

Character voice tag!

Thank you @drchenquill for the tag!

My line: Clearly, you thought wrong.

Taron: "You're so dumb. That's not it."

Corelion: "I was wondering when you would have realised you were, in fact, wrong."

Luna: "No, dummy, it's not like that!"

Himmel: "I am aware that your capacity of understanding is low, but I would have never thought it is this low."

Nihil: He laughs. "Keep going, I like hearing you speak like you know what you're talking about."

I tag @cheshawrites, @writingsfromspace, @the-ellia-west, @possiblylisle and everyone else who sees this!

Your line will be: Just come back home.

[soob1nn]

MY LOVE INTEREST - ADULT ACTRESS FAME DR

REMINDER! I haven’t shifted yet, so all these is just my imagination 🤍

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Ah, the person who holds my heart's key – my love interest. They're the protagonist of the captivating story that is my life. Every time our eyes meet, it's as if the pages of a romantic novel come to life, painting my world with vivid emotions, suspense, and a hint of enchantment. Waiting for their messages is like unwrapping a sweet surprise, and their mere presence infuses my world with the comforting warmth of affection. They're the composer of the symphony that makes my heart dance to the joyful rhythm of love.

TARON EGERTON

Taron Egerton and I crossed paths during a time of transition in my life. I had just wrapped up filming "Top Gun: Maverick" and returned to my home in LA, seeking a fresh start.

Our meeting was a result of my father's influence. In March 2022, Taron was invited to a family dinner at my parents' home in LA. He happened to be in the city due to the shooting of a TV show. After that initial meeting, we began chatting via Instagram, and a connection slowly started to take shape.

I confided in Taron that I wasn't ready for a new relationship, and to my surprise, he was patient and understanding. Over the course of a couple of months, he managed to change my mind, and by July 2022, we officially started dating.

Despite wrapping up his TV show in June, Taron chose to stay in LA for me. He rented a house for a few months before making a big step by moving in with me in October 2022. It was a significant milestone in our relationship.

Notably, my father Hugh had mixed feelings about our relationship at first, but with time, he came to love and support us (he didn’t had another option)

Taron's interests included playing the piano and enjoying the serenity of the beach. He had a deep passion for food, particularly Chinese cuisine. Together, we bonded over building Legos and cooking, with a special fondness for Star Wars Legos. He was, in many ways, a 32-year-old geek at heart, and I adored him for it.

[ascendantking]

;; The Royal Roast

Pairing: Jaron/Tobias, Amarinda of Bultain/Imogen Words: 1045 Chapter: 1/? Summary: A modern college au set in a coffee shop between two rival universities. While the Carthyan Patriots and the Avenian Dragons clash, a quiet courtship begins between Tobias, an overworked med student, and Jaron, a young entrepreneur with a penchant for trouble.

Baggy eyes and a hunched back marked the man who came in every morning like clockwork, stealing a table hidden away in the recesses of the cafe–barely lit by the only window that wasn’t taking it upon itself to blind the patrons at this hour. His order was always the same: a coffee with way too many shots of espresso, a cream cheese bagel, and, if he was feeling daring, an eclair that they had to assume he took with him to whatever classes were breaking his back because he definitely didn’t touch it when he was here.

The red eye staff had their bets placed on if he actually ate it after it had, inevitably, been squished in his bag or if he only ordered it to prove to himself that he could order something else. Most of them were leaning towards the latter, of course, with the way he stumbled through his words whenever he did decide to vary it.

But Jaron had thrown his hat in the ring on another, more far-fetched idea–one Imogen and Roden hadn’t cared for much at all. He was of the notion that since he had happened to be the only one to convince him to try something different then it was only logical to assume that he liked him. 

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Right. That’s what this was. Imogen couldn’t let this fantasy go on any longer as she rolled her eyes. “Or you make him nervous.”

“Because he likes me,” Jaron insisted as he emphasized his teasing with a smolder.

”Or, get this,” she said, smiling as she shook her hands in front of herself, her grin immediately falling, “he may not like being put on the spot.”

Jaron laughed, stacking the cups off to the side. “I dunno, I think you’re just jealous that–” Imogen cocked her hip, putting her hand on her side, snorting herself. “Sure. If that’s the rabbit you want to chase today, just make sure it doesn’t get in the way of your job. Why don’t you help organize the back once you’re done there?”

“You don’t want my pretty face up front today?”

Imogen tilted her head at him, fluttering her eyelashes innocently. “Are you asking me if I want customers today?” She paused, putting a finger on her lip. “Hm.” She let a moment pass as if her question held any of the significance that warranted such a lengthy pause. “You know, Jaron,” she said, nodding slowly, “you should be up front. Give the door your best smile.”

He snorted, waving her off. “It’s like you have no faith in me.”

“Is it that obvious?” Imogen asked with a grin. She nudged him as she passed. “Just make sure you’re ready to go. We open in five.”

Jaron rolled his eyes. “I know, I know. It can’t be any worse than yesterday, can it?”

Imogen stopped abruptly. Her eyes flicked back to him with faux seriousness. “Do you like testing god?”

“When it suits me,” he said with a wink. Imogen took in a breath, shaking her head as she finished cleaning off one of the machines on the back wall. Jaron leaned down on the counter, crossing his legs behind him as he watched the streets slowly come to life, cars lazily drifting by as the street lights went off one by one, each one taking a bow as the morning sun took its rightful place on stage.

“Do you think he’ll be here today?” he asked barely above a whisper.

Imogen looked back at him, raising an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes. “I’m beginning to think you’re the one that likes him. Careful, wouldn’t want people thinking you can catch feelings.” She held her nose as if the concept itself stunk before snickering to herself. 

Jaron snorted, looking back out towards the door, a slight tinge of red on his face. Sure, maybe he wanted to get to know the guy, but that was all it was. He let out a sigh, pushing himself up off the counter to flip the sign to Open. He wasn’t one to pine over someone, he thought to himself as he peeked his head out to look down the sidewalk. No sign of him–oh, no, he meant anyone yet, yeah.

He closed the door again, brushing off his hands before he cracked them in front of himself. “Time to get down to business,” Jaron said to no one in particular as he hopped the counter.

Just because he had noticed that Tobias had come in almost every day for the past two weeks since he started working these early shifts meant nothing. He had a unique look to him! Wiry and tall, with perceptively kind eyes, as if he could read someone like a book but without even a crease or dog-ear on the pages as he went through their life story. It seemed silly now, Jaron realized, comparing him to an old librarian type when Jaron was the one attempting to judge a book by a cover himself. 

But he just couldn’t help it! Tobias carried himself like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders–like if he stopped for one minute, it would all collapse in a messy heap at his feet. Jaron sighed, furrowing his brows as he leaned against the counter again. It wasn’t fair for a man to carry the world alone–what a lonely thing that was, the heaviness of a responsibility only one man knows. If only he could do something to help–then maybe Tobias’ face might not wrinkle up as much as it did in the few moments Jaron saw of him a day. Jaron stood back, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh–maybe he’d get him that eclair for free today. Sure, it wasn’t much, but sometimes even little things could make a big deal, even if they seemed insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

A nervous energy ate at him as he rocked back and forth on his heels. God, he hoped he came in today–maybe they could say more than just the usual pleasantries, maybe he could even get a how’s the weather out there started.

A guy could dream, couldn’t he?

[tiny-taron]

Taron for the 2023 SAG AWARDS

[taronismysugerdaddy]

He is one sexy man

[clumsyunicorn87-blog]

[caulfixld]

HE’S ALIVEEEEEE

[ex1stenc3]

Phantasialand gang

Since I’m going to Phantasialand in July (Cologne in general,Cologne cathedral my beloved <3) as a birthday present (YIPPEE) I decided to humanize some of the rides

Funny how they are like, all serious…and then there is F.L.Y

[taronfanfic]

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Suprises weren’t your forte but after the effort Taron had gone to at the weekend you felt like you needed to up your game. A little something to jazz up an average Tuesday evening. You’d stopped off at the supermarket on your way home from work and picked up the minor bits you needed along with two steaks for your dinner. It was simple enough to cook, but you could still enhance it with small homemade extras like garlic butter, plus rosemary and sea salt on the chips. Taron’s favourites.

“What’s all this?” He asked with surprise as he walked through from the hallway to the open plan kitchen and dining room. You’d lit one too many candles around the room, had a nice bottle of red wine sat waiting to be opened and were listening to your playlist of current favourites as you sliced up the potatoes.

“This? Nothing at all.” You smiled widely at his reaction. “It’s my turn to treat you.”

“God, you’re gonna make the best wife.” Taron dropped his gym bag to the floor as he walked across to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, cuddling into you from behind and letting his chin rest on the top of your shoulder. “Steak and homemade chips, heaven.”

“You’ve got time to shower before this’ll be ready, if you want?”

“I’d rather open the wine and watch you.” He left three quick kisses to your neck before loosening his grip and letting you turn in his arms to face him.

“I’ll still be here when you’re done.” You kissed his lips in reply.

“Urgh, do I really smell that bad?” He whined and you knew exactly why. The idea of joining him in the shower after your cosy, romantic night in was tempting. But when you leant in and smelt him more closely the scrunch on your nose said it all.

“Kinda. Sorry.” You moved your hand up to his chest and pulled his t-shirt away from his skin so you could smell it again. “It’s not terrible, but it’s not quite you either, and I really like the smell of you.”

“Alright.” Taron pouted in defeat, not stepping back until you’d kissed him again.

He picked his gym bag back up and headed up the stairs, taking them two at a time to speed things up, and calling out to you once he’d reached the top.

“I will get to fuck you again in the shower. I don’t know when, but it’s definitely happening.”

It made you laugh to yourself, and he was absolutely right too.

***

“It smells so good down here, is there anything I can do?” Taron announced his fresh arrival. He’d dressed up from the usual post-work relaxed attire and had put on his best fitting jeans with a crisp white t-shirt that clung to his biceps.

“It’s all good over here, but you can open the wine and pass me a glass.”

“Yes, Chef!” He teased before getting to work.

“Thanks for looking hot for me.” You admired him from across the room.

“It’s the least I could do.” Taron took your compliment smoothly as he joined you in the kitchen and clinked his glass against the top of yours. “To…”

“Surprises?” You offered.

“Surprises and making the effort for each other.” He added before leaning in for a quick kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” You took a sip of your wine as you watched over the steaks frying in the pan and found yourself frowning at the taste. “Is this a bottle your Mum gave us for Christmas?”

“Yeah, I think so. Why?” Taron had moved back to the dining table and was now reading the label on the back of the bottle.

“Does it taste weird to you?”

“Weird? No. It’s a screw top too, so it can’t be corked.”

“Oh, ok. Maybe it’ll be better with the food.” You thought aloud, also remembering that you’d last tasted the garlic butter so it was probably that throwing off your senses. It was wine at the end of the day, something you’d never been particular about before but perhaps your age was finally catching up with you and maturing your tastes as well. “Do you think we’ll get to do a wine tasting for Worthingham Hall or do they just supply the best one to match the menu choices?”

“I think it was standard in the package, but it did say something about upgrades for the couple as an add-on. I’m not sure we’re gonna have the budget for many upgrades though, it’s already tight.” Taron had looked through the figures on Sunday afternoon and put together a best estimate. It all added up way too quickly for your liking, especially once the flowers and dress were factored in.

“I was thinking about that earlier…” You paused your sentence as you plated up your meals and took them over to the table.

“This looks amazing, thank you Y/N.” Taron smiled happily across to you before picking up a chip between his fingers and taking a bite off the end.

“I recon my Dad might offer to buy my dress for me. I know it’s not a given, but he’s a proper old romantic at heart and he was a big fan of you from day one.”

“Well I did ask him if I could marry you on day one…” He reminded you softly.

“Exactly.” You still blushed at the thought of it. “So, I was thinking that I’d take the girls with me to find the dress, and then invite my parents down for the fitting and alterations and maybe schmooze them a bit and hope for the best?”

“It’s a plan for sure, but don’t go in too hard. We can do this by ourselves too, and it’s not like we’ve not had to live to a strict budget before. It’s just a few less steaks and meals out for date nights, and a little more Netflix and chill. Then if anyone offers to chip in for things it’s a bonus!”

“Screw the Netflix, you’re always down to chill. I know your plan!” You pointed your knife at him.

“Screw it, or you.” He cocked his head with a smirk. “But later, I’m not letting this go cold.”

The wedding chat continued to flow freely whilst you ate. You were pleasantly surprised by how much you agreed on, and how little you had to flag up as things to come back to later. Maybe all the bickering during the house renovation had served you well and turned you into the dream planning team. You’d settled on the 4th of October for the date, decided Worthinham Hall really was for you after looking up other venues and feeling less than impressed, plus you even had a burgundy colour scheme agreed on. Everything was falling into place perfectly.

Taron had moved a couple of the candles from the dining room through into the living room and set up your favourite blanket ready for you to snuggle under with him. The last of the wine had been poured and a new episode of your favourite drama was waiting to be watched. You felt like the luckiest person in the world as you relaxed into Taron’s side and felt his arm wrap around your shoulders.

“Can we start telling people yet? I know nothing is booked, but it’s all feeling very real and exciting. I was thinking about asking the girls to be my bridesmaids soon.”

“Oh yeah, they absolutely need to know before an invite turns up in the post!” Taron laughed. “Tell them whenever you like. I should give a heads-up to the best man too.”

“Jack?” You weren’t sure why you needed to ask.

“Obviously. I’ll talk to him when we’re next in the pub.”

“Good. Do you mind if we tell them separately? I quite fancy a girly night out and they’ll be so excited.”

“Honestly, please do. I can imagine the screams already.” Taron teased. “Now are we going to watch this, or talk wedding all night?”

“No, I’m good, I’m ready, I’m watching.” You replied quickly as Taron had already started the episode.

It was hard not to get swept up in the wedding world. There was so much to think about and every time you pictured the venue full of your favourite people, Taron dressed up in a gorgeous suit, hearing his vows, holding his hands, kissing him for the first time as his wife and then dancing the night away together you felt a giddiness deep in your stomach like never before. You were sat watching a serious crime drama with a stupid grin on your face that wasn’t going to fade any time soon.

“Another one?” Taron asked as the credits faded up onto the screen.

“I thought you had other plans for the rest of the night?” you replied suggestively.

“Well… you’ve got to be a gentleman about these things sometimes.”

“I don’t.” You cast him a wink as you pulled the blanket off, got to your feet and reached your arm out so he could take your hand. “Woah. I stood up too fast.” You laughed to yourself as the blood rushed from your head and left you dizzy. Taron moved his hands to your hips to steady you.

“Or that wine went to your legs.” It didn’t take him long to lower his hands to your arse. “You good, or do I need to practice carrying you to bed?”

“It’s over the threshold, not to bed.” You laughed. “But if you’re offering?”

“Come on then.” He got to his feet and lifted you smoothly up into his chest so you could wrap your arms over his shoulders and let your feet dangle happily as he carried you up to the bedroom.

“I could get used to that.” You giggled to yourself as he dropped you down on the end of the bed and was quick to pull his white t-shirt off over his head. “You made it look so easy.”

“You’re lucky it wasn’t leg day at the gym, I’d have never made it up those stairs!” His hands fell smoothly to your thighs, parting them around his own as he prowled over you with a hunger in his eyes. He was effortlessly sexy. The waistband of his boxers was visible above his jeans, his bare chest and torso looking slightly toned but not to the extreme, he was still perfectly soft around the edges too. He didn’t need to say another word. He had you in the palm of his hand, willing to do anything he craved without question.