#everyone say thank you ewan mitchell

[endless-ineffabilities]

istg. i am so obsessed with aemond's walk. that walk can make aemond take all of the modelling jobs in westeros. 😏🫦🥵😩😳

Saaaame... our baby doesn't walk, he struts ✨️

I swear, watching Aemond has compelled me to pay more mind to my own posture 😂 We all should strut as he does. Gods, what a presence!!!

[esnotlo]

WAKE UP BABE NEW EWAN MITCHELL CRUMBS JUST DROPPED

bonus: customary grainy nokia quality pic

[afro-hispwriter]

Hearts on Fire

Tom Glynn- Carney x reader, Ewan Mitchell x reader, Glytchell x reader(eventually... maybe)

Summary- falling for either of your co-stars was NOT on your bucket list 

Warnings- single mom!reader, both boys are single, mentions of past pregnancy

wc-1.1k

A/n- I don't know exactly how sets work but I'm pretty sure actors all meet each other way before the first day, so everyone knows the baby already 

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It was like yesterday that you were still auditioning for the role at 9 months pregnant. Now it was the first day on set and you had nobody to take care of your six-month-old son. Your cousin could only stay with you for so long and you were no way in hell leaving your baby with a stranger. 

There was a bus that would pick up cast members but you weren't sure how they would feel about you bringing your baby on the bus and then to set. 

But a call wouldn't hurt. And it didn't. Your assistant made sure something would be there. The set managers were more than happy to accommodate you as long as you brought everything needed. 

You got a text from Olivia that they were close by you instantly gathered up your things and put the playpen outside, along with the baby bag.

"Okay Miles, you're coming with mommy to work today." You picked up the chubby baby put him in the travel car seat and walked outside just as the bus pulled up. You waved and shut your door and locked it. You bent down grabbed the playpen strap and swung it over your shoulder, it clashed against your backpack making you stumble. You grabbed the bag strap and started hauling it all towards the bus.

The bus doors slid open and your co-star Ewan Mitchell came running out. 

"Let me help you out there."

"No Ewan I got it." You smiled at him but he shook his head. He grabbed the playpen and baby bag from your arms and gestured for you to go first. 

"Thank you." You sighed and walked up the steps of the bus. Everyone greeted you and moved their stuff so you could set Miles down. Ewan came in behind you and handed you the baby bag.

"I'm going to take this to the back." He says and takes the playpen. 

"Thank you again." You say. 

"Don't mention it," Ewan says and walks to the back then back up to the front to sit directly behind you. Miles' car seat was secure and you took your seat right next to him. 

The next stop was Tom. He stepped on the bus and his eyes instantly matched with you. 

"Hey, Y/n." He sat down next to you in the other set of chairs. His eyes dashed over to the little have stretching. "You brought your baby!?" Tom instantly cooed and tried to get a look. And just at the same time, Miles started getting fussy. The kind that he wanted to be held. 

"Okay okay." You cooed and started unbuckling him. You pocked him down and tried to sit him down on your lap but he planted his tiny feet on your thigh to stay up. "Oh, we want to stand today." He looked around the bus as it was completely new to him. 

"Hi there." Tom waved at the baby with a big smile on his face. "I don't think you remember me but I do remember you." Miles giggled as if he understood. "You were so much tinier." 

"Now he's a big boy." You say and tickle his sides making the baby squirm and giggle. Then he stopped as his little eyes caught onto Olivia. His tiny mouth was open in awe. 

"Uh oh, I think someone's got his first crush," Tom says and you look at Miles who was staring intently at Olivia. 

"You think she's pretty huh, I know she is." You say in a tiny baby voice.

"Oh, that is adorable," Olivia says with a smile which triggers Miles to smile as well. He sat down abruptly, digging his knees into your stomach making you huff then stood up with force to look at Olivia again. As if he was playing peek-a-boo. 

The whole ride Miles had everyone smiling and laughing. You were only 15 minutes away when Miles suddenly leaned over to reach for Tom. It was like something clicked to Tom and he instantly reached out but then hesitated and looked up at you for reassurance.

You were going to be working with these people for who knows how long. You had to trust them. 

You nodded and passed over Miles to Tom. He gladly accepted it with no issue. He sat in the man's lap contently while Tom kept a secure hold on him.

Once you deemed he was okay you let yourself relax as much as you could.

 Ewan tapped your shoulder and you turned around. 

“How old is he now?” He asks looking at Miles. 

“6 months.” He nodded then looked at you.

“You look absolutely amazing by the way.” He says. “I wouldn’t have guessed you had a baby 6 months ago.” 

Your face heated up and you broke out in a big smile. 

“That is very kind of you Ewan, I appreciate it.” He gave a satisfied smile and grabbed his phone.

“Can I get your number? I have pretty much everyone but yours.” 

“Yeah!” You grabbed his phone and typed in the number and handed it back to him. The bus pulled into the lot and parked. Everyone stood up grabbed their stuff and got off the bus just leaving you with Ewan, Tom, and Miles.

“I can take it from you, thank you.” You tell them but they don’t budge. 

“We’ve got you, don’t worry. I can carry Miles.”

Tom says and stands up, bouncing Miles slightly. 

“I can carry the other stuff. You worry about yourself for a bit.” Ewan says and grabs the baby bag and walks to the back to grab the playpen.

“Guys I’ve been doing this for months, please let me carry my stuff.” You pleaded but they didn’t budge. Tom waited for you to start walking and Ewan waited in the middle of the aisle. 

“We know you’re doing this, but you’re basically by yourself Y/n, let us help. We’re going to be around each other for a long time. I'm sure everyone in there is going to want to help you as well.”  

You didn’t know what to feel. Your chest tightened but your belly fluttered at his words. Your breath hitched and you bit your lip. The boys worried you were about to cry but you just nodded.

“Okay.” 

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A/n-  this was more of an intro but, more to come!

@callsignwidow

[aemondwhoresworld]

“MY DAUGHTER HATED ME!”

pairing: dad!ewan mitchell x mom!reader ; ewan mitchell x actress!reader

part of series: y/n, ewan and elowen mitchell

part 2

summary: following the success of House of The Dragon, you and Ewan were invited to appear on Jimmy Fallon’s The Tonight Show. However, it seems that the story about your only daughter, elowen captured the majority of the audience's attention after that interview.

word count: 1,3k

warning: english is not my first language, use of y/n, ewan and reader are actor and both are in hotd cast, fluff (?), etc

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That evening, you and Ewan stepped onto the stage of The Tonight Show, greeted by enthusiastic applause and cheers from the audience. Jimmy Fallon, with his familiar smile, guided you and Ewan to your seats and then thanked both of you for coming on the show.

"Let me introduce tonight's guests, the actors from House of The Dragon, please welcome Ewan Mitchell and Y/n Mitchell, playing Prince Aemond Targaryen and Princess Visenya Targaryen," Jimmy announced

"Thank you both for being here," Jimmy expressed his gratitude to you and Ewan for accepting the invitation to be interviewed.

Ewan, with his usual calm and slightly shy demeanor, responded modestly, "No, no, thank you for having us." You also smiled warmly and added, "Yes, thank you, Jimmy, for inviting us here; it's an honor."

Jimmy chuckled and continued his introduction to the audience.

Jimmy then began, "First, I want to congratulate both of you on the success of House of The Dragon!" His congratulations were met with enthusiastic applause from the audience, accompanied by loud clapping. Jimmy joked, "Well—they're already too fond of you guys."

"Thank you, Jimmy," you and Ewan said in unison, both of you still smiling brightly.

"So, Ewan, can you tell us about your life after the explosion of House of The Dragon?" Jimmy asked, but before letting Ewan answer, he quickly added a clarification, "I mean, it was already a hit after Season 2 aired, but now with Season 3 out, how has it changed?"

Ewan clicked his tongue lightly and said, "Well… I think it has, a bit. People still seem like they want to run away from me whenever I step out of the airport or when they see me on the street." After saying that, Ewan couldn't help but laugh, and you, having witnessed those moments, couldn't stop laughing either.

Jimmy laughed along, then turned to you and asked, "Is that really true, Y/n?" All you could do was nod in agreement, confirming it was indeed true. After laughing too much at your husband's story, you caught your breath and shared, "Once, on a flight to the set, a little girl came up and asked me to get his autograph because she was too scared." You burst out laughing at the memory, and so did Ewan, Jimmy, and the audience.

"But I want to affirm to everyone that my husband, Ewan Mitchell, is a good man, a good husband, and a good father!" you said, looking at Ewan with pride. The pride and love in his eyes for you were unmistakable, making the atmosphere in the room even warmer.

Jimmy couldn’t help but laugh again, sharing in the pride and joy you both displayed.

“Speaking of Ewan as a father, does your daughter know that both of you are famous?” Jimmy asked the two of you.

Ewan responded, “She does… but she only found out recently.” He chuckled softly, explaining that for a long time, their daughter had been a fan of Harry Collett without realizing that her own parents were co-stars with him, and perhaps even more famous.

“On her 3rd birthday, after she blew out the candles, I asked her what she wished for,” Ewan continued, his face glowing with pride as he spoke of your daughter.

“She told me, ‘I wish that one day, mommy and daddy will be as famous as Harry Collett,’” Ewan recounted, causing the audience to erupt in laughter once more.

“At that moment, I briefly wondered if my wife and I were just amateur actors,” Ewan said with a laugh, taking a quick sip of water before continuing. “That’s when we decided to take her to the set of House of The Dragon to show her.”

“But even then, she wasn’t fully convinced by us,” you added, clearly enjoying the audience’s amusement at the story involving your daughter, Elowen.

“Seeing how much the audience here is enjoying your stories about your daughter, can you explain the video that’s being shown on the screen?” Jimmy asked, pointing to the screen in front of you.

The screen displayed a video of you and your daughter, Elowen, sitting at the kitchen counter coloring together. You had set up your phone to capture what you thought was a hilarious moment, intending to send it to Ewan, but it was so adorable that you decided to post it on your social media.

“So, El, can you tell mommy again why you said that to mommy?” you asked your daughter in the video. Elowen paused her coloring, sighed, and responded, “Because I saw daddy putting a ring on another woman hand, so now I don’t like daddy at all,” she said before immediately dropping her head to cry. The audience burst into laughter some with a soft ‘aww’

“Okay, okay, can you explain why that happened, Y/n? Why did she say that?” Jimmy asked.

“Well, as you saw, Elowen and I were coloring together when she suddenly turned to me and said, ‘Mommy, I don’t like daddy,’ so I thought she must have had a reason for saying that,” you explained, shifting in your seat position before continuing, “So I set up my phone to record, but it wasn’t until I showed the video to Ewan that we realized she was talking about the scene where Aemond gets married, you know in the House of The Dragon episode 2 scene” You couldn’t help but laugh as you finished the story.

"I only showed her that one scene, not the whole episode, so don’t worry," you continued, wanting to make sure everyone knew you hadn't exposed a 3-year-old girl to a series that wasn't suitable for viewers under 17.

The audience roared with laughter, and Jimmy shook his head in amusement. "That's adorable! She really thought her daddy was betraying her mommy on screen."

Ewan chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, she’s still at that age where she doesn’t fully understand the difference between fiction and reality. But I think it’s sweet how protective she is of our relationship."

Jimmy nodded, grinning. "It’s amazing how kids see the world. So, what did you do to make it up to her, Ewan?"

Ewan smiled fondly, glancing at you before answering. "Well, after we explained that it was all just pretend and that daddy only loves mommy, we took her out for ice cream. I think the double scoop of chocolate chip really helped clear things up."

You laughed, adding, "And, of course, we had a long talk with her about what acting really means. But I think it was the ice cream that sealed the deal."

Jimmy leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the exchange. "Well, it sounds like you two have it all figured out—balancing stardom with parenthood. And I have to say, it's refreshing to see how grounded and loving your family is, despite the craziness of Hollywood."

"Thank you, Jimmy," you said sincerely, reaching over to give Ewan's hand a squeeze. "We just try to keep things as normal as possible for her, no matter how crazy things get on set."

Jimmy nodded, smiling warmly. "And it’s clear that you’re doing an amazing job. I mean, the way you both light up when you talk about her—it’s obvious that your family comes first."

The audience clapped in agreement, and you couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude for the life you and Ewan had built together, both on and off the screen.

"Well," Jimmy said, wrapping things up, "I think I speak for everyone when I say we’re looking forward to seeing more of you both—whether it’s on screen or in more adorable videos with your daughter!"

"Thank you, Jimmy," Ewan said with a grateful smile, and you echoed his sentiments.

As the interview came to a close, you and Ewan exchanged a loving glance, knowing that no matter how big your careers became, nothing would ever compare to the joy of sharing your lives with each other and your daughter.

…pt.2 ? a whole series of ewan being a dad?? or any ideas for dad!ewan?

mae.

let me know what you think about this and thank you for reading 🌟 also a like or reblog/comments are my motivation

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hii cutie! Sorry bc my first language it's not English.. First of all I LOVE your writing you do write so sweet about everything and I love that you write about actors too with all the respect!! I was wondering.. I hope it's not too much, if you'd be able to do smth like ewan x actress!reader where she plays his love interest in hotd and they're so comfortable with each other and everyone in the cast can see the chemistry between them but they're afraid of showing their feelings to each other and just think that's just friendship, but somehow someone tries to open the eyes to one of them making the other one jealous and... You know, just write it however you want and of course if you want it, I trust you for this one!! Thanks sweetheart <3

Easy To Be

Ewan Mitchel x Actress!Reader (low key Aemond x Reader)

Summary: "It's really hard to be cruel to you," Ewan mutters. I snort, "if that's hard, then it must be hell to have to kiss me." He hums, "quite contrary," he looks off to nowhere, "I enjoy that more."

Word Count: <500

Warnings: Fem!reader, actress!reader, it starts off pretty violent, fluff, pining, annoying!cast members, crack fic, typos, etc.

A/N: Idk why i'm writing this when my head hurts but i hope you enjoy nonnie though i did take liberties!!! OH WAIT I ALSO WANTED TO SAY DONT *EVER* APOLOGIZE FOR YOUR ENGLISH. ENGLISH WISHES IT MADE MORE SENSE /: AND gurl your english was flawless 🤨 fr you better than me. THANK YOU BY THE WAY FOR YOUR SWEET WORDS ABOUT MY WRITING! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I APPRECIATE YOU AND I LOVE YOU LOVE YOU LOVE YOU Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony @risefallrise @slavyanskiyahui @antisociablewallflower @lxdyred

Aemond shoves me against the wall and presses me back, hands on both of my shoulders. He huffs, "you must think me either a fool or insane."

I whimper as I try to break away, "no, I know you're insane."

He scoffs and he grabs my jaw, titling my head up just as he draws his dagger and presses it against my cheek, "and do you think I think you're special?"

I make a sound as he tightens his hold on my face. "It will do you good to remember," he leans against my ear, "I can be betrothed to a great many other women. You ought to not test me again."

He shoves away as he storms out of the room.

"CUT!"

I release a sigh and gather my dress as a bunch of stylists come up to redo my make up and fix my wardrobe.

Once that was done, Aemond, or rather, Ewan walks back to his mark and looks at me, "are you alright?"

I smile, "a little rough this time around, but all good."

Immediately he stiffens and walks up to me, grabbing my hand, "shit, I'm sorry. Does it hurt somewhere?"

I grab his arm and step forward, "no, no," I shake my head, "it was just a really intense grip," I make a face, "it was kinda hot-"

"BOO GET A ROOM!"

Ewan and I turn to our side.

Someone makes hurling noises. "KISS, KISS, KISS, KISS-"

"Why are you even here?" I quirk a brow, "you don't even have a sce-"

"YOU TWO ARE GROSS, JUST KISS ALREADY!"

Ewan rolls his eyes and turns back to me.

"EWAN IF YOU DON'T KISS HER, I SWEAR TO FUCK I WILL."

Ewan huffs and looks to the side, "and shall I stab you instead?"

My eyes widen at his reaction. The morons lose their shit after hearing that.

He turns back to me and with knit brows, "I will be more gentle next take."

"No, it's fine," I shake my head, trying to ignore the way I was burning up, "I can take it. Honestly, I'm more concerned about how you keep stepping on my dress."

Ewan brings his hands together and chuckles, "sorry. I'm quite eager. I be more mindful of my steps."

I smile some more.

"-I CAN'T BELIEVE HE ACTUALLY SAID THAT THOUGH!"

We continue to ignore them.

"It's fine, Ewan. Just don't trip on me or we'll both get hurt."

He nods. "It's really hard to be cruel to you," Ewan mutters.

I snort, "if that's hard, then it must be hell to have to kiss me."

He hums, "quite contrary," he looks off to nowhere, "I enjoy that more."

"... w-what-"

"WAIT, WHAT DID HE SAY?!"

[ladythornofrivia]

🍒 The Devil’s Tongue 🍒

Michael Gavey x Reader (PART TWO)

summary: you transferred into Oxford after moving out from your country for a better change, and unexpectedly meeting Michael Gavey in a quiet library, leads to something more.

warnings: creepy vibes from michael gavey, reader being oblivious, stalking, michael being horny, p in v sex, loss of virginity, jealousy, misunderstandings, obsession, belt kink, panty kink, scent kink, voice kink, breeding kink, michael gavey being a smartass, michael gavey is horny for math, michael gavey is a smartass, clueless reader, nerdy yet hot michael, lust at first sight, sex in the library, sex on the table, kitchen sex, oral sex, cam girl, fingering, sex during tutoring session, reader teasing, reader being a dominatrix in bed, food porn.

a/n: i got sick from the trip. oops. enjoy the new chapter! oh, and the one where the reader is being shoved out of the elevator, that one is a true story, by the way. I was being shoved out of the elevator by this guy I met at the cruise—all because I didn’t give him the attention. not only that i got stood up twice--one on the hangout, the other on my 27th birthday. and he thinks it's weird that i like hotd and said ewan mitchell looks weird. good thing i don't have to see him again.

Somehow, to think you met up with Michael Gavey again in the library, now that Oliver Quick is gone. By gone, Oliver might have gotten bored of Michael Gavey, you assumed.

There was a party last night, and you didn’t attend. Not that you’re too good or above for the party; you just hated the noise at the moment. You wanted a different kind of ambience to set the mood. Needless to say, you earned a lot of cash on that night.

With moonlighting as a camgirl, things have gotten easier. If you haven’t left your parents, things would’ve been worse if they found out.

Despite the cruel years, it became a simple memory.

Sitting beside you, Michael offered another crunchie--delicious as always. It's a good pair with hot cup of joe to pair with the sweet chocolate. Although you learned that Michael hated coffee, he'd rather prefer tea, a tea that tasted bland to you. You needed something strong--Starbucks would've been great, but a coffee from Oxford? You can't pass up to try the flavor of coffee from another country you've set yourself in.

Missing the opportunity would be as stupid--all opportunities have been unlocked, all thanks to you being as a famous camgirl. My, oh my, you are moonlighting as a naughty girl in bed time--no parents constantly sneaking in being nosy as hell. You did lie to them--half-lie--by claiming that you have been acting nuts at night--doing all the prayers and bible study sessions, which is a total fucking lie.

You never liked bible studies or prayers before Sundays. It's a hassling lifestyle to live in--to live so virtuously while shaming everyone's lifestyle who aren't religious.

People with an aspect of a pretentious goody-two-shoes was the last thing you need. Oliver Quick is a goody two-shoes; the boy obsessed with math has caught your eye, plain and simple. A bit eccentric, but sexually frustrated, as you guessed before the moment your eyes met his baby blues.

Three weeks later, the magical aspect of Oxford hasn't begun.

"Crunchie," a voice said, tingling your skin and poked at one side of your waist with a slight tickle.

Beside you, Michael Gavey showed up with a slight grin on his face, oddly satisfied this morning.

Who the hell smiles in the morning?

"Not an early riser, I see," he commented.

His pleasant tone prickled in between your thighs.

"Oh yeah, fine and dandy--needed a cup of coffee," you said, grouchy. "I was studying all night--got the assignment wrong."

"What kind of assignment?"

"It's, um, it's an English essay," you lied, pen twirled between your agitated fingers. "This professor is really getting on my nerves when it comes to the essay. Acting all superior and shit--telling me I keep getting my annotations wrong and that I misinterpreted the meaning of the symbolism and theme in the story. I hate pretentious professors like that. No matter where I go, some things never change. They always have favoritism, it's fucking weird."

Michael chuckled. "Perhaps you have been partying?"

"Partying? Please, I needed peace and quiet for some alone time to concentrate on my studies. If I want to have a good future, I had to have at least a C or B. I fucked up bad."

Seems like the lie went smoothly as always.

"So, have you been at the party last night? Sneaking in since you didn't get your invite?" you asked.

Michael placed his hand over his cheek, nearly covering his lips. "I stayed in my dorm."

"Ah, doing math homework, I assume? Anything math related? Science into the mix, maybe."

Michael stayed quiet.

"I'm not really into math. I thought it's confusing," you commented.

Michael chortled. "Perhaps I could tutor you this afternoon. Usually I don't like teaching the numbing idiots of the subject matter. One guy was staring at the girl’s tits while doing times tables. Times tables! Need them to fuck off and do something valuable for once!”

You stopped what you're doing and glanced at him. And it clicked an idea into your head.

“Am I also the numbing idiot?”

He shook his head. “You might be, if you are. These knuckleheads at the library, all they’ve done useless flirting, not studying.”

“That’s what library is for, Michael. To study. No harm in a little flirting.”

Come to think of it, Michael at the library with you sounds nice.

He smiled a little, though not in a friendly way.

"Sure," you said, eating the half crunchie. "Why not? Teach me, so I could get better grades. Life is already hard enough as it is. So got any crunchy to start the session? It will take a while.”

~~~

For the past an hour or two, Michael tutored you. Although as excruciating painful to hear numbers and equations with letters, you couldn’t help but to stare at the cute nerd. Ah, a cutely frustrated nerd, maybe. His curlish dirty blond hair, thick framed glasses and his smile when he talks about math, these thoughts never spare you freedom. You are trapped, trapped by thirst that needed to be quenched.

With your cherry-red boots and skirt and a rosy pink lace top, you opt to show your cleavage by tucking your mini top downward, crossing your legs, coiled your apetite. With your hair flip, or hair twirls, biting your red lips, you were hoping Michael would give a comment or two, but tutoring was his priority, but since you wanted his attention, asking questions about math and equations would definitely keep him on his seat. His eyes on you.

His cute nerdy glasses. His cheeky and toothy smile.

Masturbating seems to be an option, but what happens if that option is no longer helpful? You wanted an alternative approach.

Maybe masturbating in public would be nice, but you’re smarter than that.

But each time you attempt to flirt, he seemed clueless. But he did at one point had a crush on a news anchor. And so your mind mentally made an account.

Dear Diary,

Michael Gavey didn’t notice me. How the hell am I supposed to get his oblivious attention on me? I hope I don’t die as a lonely virgin. I’m a bad bitch; I just want to fuck him so badly, watching his glasses fog up and lips soak at my aching pussy, whimpering underneath me and my dominance.

Then it clicked you.

However, you knew right away of this information when he liked watching news—the news anchor. Although she has a kid, the green envy seared and punctured your belly.

Maturity is what men and guys want.

Though it didn’t stop you from chasing Michael’s attention. Days gone by when you try a different style. That is until you met this guy, a popular guy, who’s name you not care—who complimented and dubbed you as “the hottest girl in campus.”

An idea conjured; if you practice with a guy, maybe it would be easier to make the first move on Michael. Thus, you went along with his flirting, but at the end of the night, you felt sure you were ready, until he took you out in the hall, and make out with you. But you didn’t care, you didn’t want to kiss the dude, you wanted to kiss Michael.

You felt nothing in his erotic moves.

When he tried to get into your underwear, you shoved his hands away. Thus, the little adventure with the guy, and ended up shoving you out of the elevator.

It was a pathetic night.

Nonetheless, your camgirl starts within an hour or two—took a shower and dressed up as a sexy office worker, with fake smart glasses with your tight office shirt loosened two buttons for your cleavage to show, with pencil skirt and stockings and red bottom heels.

On the cam session, did a little roleplay, and with feral thirst, legs spread apart, ripping your stockings and reveal your wet pussy. At the thought of Michael, his face, his voice, two fingers inserted in your cunt, as your hips formed a gyration, moaning aloud.

Michael…

You nearly screamed his name, but your climax came quicker.

All the comments flooded in, and more cash has stocked into your bank account.

You wondered if chasing Michael was even worth it. Hopefully one of these days, he’ll finally notice you.

~~~

Michael shoved in a few cash onto your new stream. Dressing up as a news anchor or an office lady, he found himself turned on, how your skin was gleaming with arousal, office glasses crooked from humping and gyrating, grinding your hips in fast pace like a feral beast that you hid beneath all the girlish and cherry red clothing, a clothing that outlined your perfect hips and perfect waist.

A horny devil.

He pretended his hand is your hand, your mouth, your throbbing, wet cunt, tightened around his bulging cock. The way he fisted his cock so much he couldn’t stand watching you flirting with that stupid boy.

Michael had a plan and he couldn’t wait to be inside you, but the question is…

When?

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[hotdaemondtargaryen]

EWAN MITCHELL IN CONVERSATION WITH EMMA D'ARCY FOR HERO MAGAZINE.

EMMA D'ARCY: — WHERE ARE YOU? ARE YOU IN AMERICA?

EWAN MITCHELL: NO, BUT I WAS SHOOT IN NEW YORK. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN?

ED: YEAH, I DID THE CRUCIBLE THERE [AT THE YARD THEATRE IN 2019] AND WE GOT A GREYHOUND TO SALEM, THEY'RE REALLY INTO THE OCCULT THERE. — WHAT ARE YOU UP TO AT THE MOMENT?

EM: I'M SUFFERING SEVERE JET LAG FROM NEW YORK, BUT I LOVED IT. I LIKE THE AMBIENCE, THE PEOPLE, THE FOOD. I LOVE HOW EVERYONE SAYS, 'I GOT YA.' — WHAT ABOUT YOU?

ED: I'VE JUST DONE A WEEK OF REHEARSALS BUT I'VE HAD A NICE BIT OF TIME NOT DOING ANYTHING PRIOR TO THAT.

EM: THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM.

ED: I'D BE QUITE HAPPY TO DO NOTHING FOR A REALLY LONG TIME. I FIND IT INCREDIBLY INTERESTING TO DO ALMOST NOTHING AT ALL. I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH OF A PROBLEM THAT'S GOING TO BE FOR MY CAREER GOING FORWARD, BUT IT'S BEEN NICE. [LAUGHS]

EM: I HAVE TO STAY BUSY WHEN I'M NOT WORKING.

ED: YEAH BUT YOU'RE YOUNG, I'VE CROSSED THE BOUNDARY INTO A DIFFERENT TYPE OF LIFE.

EM: NO WAY.

ED: I DON'T MEAN IT IN A BAD WAT EITHER, IT'S ACTUALLY SO CRAZY. FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER I'M QUESTIONING, 'WHAT DO I WANT MY LIFE TO LOOK LIKE?' IT'S NOT A QUESTION I HAD EVER ASKED BEFORE — IT'S COOL. I THINK MAYBE IT COMES WITH A REALISATION THAT THIS IS IN FACT YOUR LIFE.

EM: OH WOW, WHAT AGE WILL IT HIT ME?

ED: HOW OLD ARE YOU?

EM: I'M 26.

ED: YOU'VE PROBABLY GOT FOUR OR FIVE YEARS. [LAUGHS]

EM: WHEN I'M NOT WORKING I DO HAVE TO KEEP BUSY. I DON'T KNOW HOW IT IS FOR YOU, BUT I HAVE TO ADOPT A KIND OF SLEEPER AGENT LIFESTYLE, I HAVE CREATE A ROUTINE. I BOX EVERY OTHER DAY AND KEEP MY MIND BUSY. I THINK MY MATES KNOW I COME WITH A DISCLAIMER THAT IF ANYTHING COMES UP, THEN I'M DROPPING EVERYTHING FOR WORK — I JUST LOVE IT.

ED: WHAT YOU DESCRIBE IS A STATE OF PERPETUALLY LEAVING.

EM: EVERYTHING I DO ALWAYS RELATES TO ACTING WEIRDLY, IT HAS TO INFORM MY PROCESS IN SOME WAY, SHAPE OR FORM AND IF IT DOESN'T, IT SWITCHES ME OFF.

ED: — WHAT IS YOUR PROCESS?

EM: I NEVER WENT TO DRAMA SCHOOL SO EVERY JOB I DO IS AN OPPORTUNITY TO HONE IT AND TRY NEW THINGS.

BRUCE LEE SAID, 'ABSORB WHAT IS USEFUL AND DISCARD WHAT IS NOT,' HE WOULD CHERRY-PICK FROM DIFFERENT COMBAT DISCIPLINES AND IN DOING SO FORMED HIS OWN MARTIAL ART.

SIMILAR TO ME, I'M TRYING IT ON THE FLY AND SEEING WHAT STICKS, WHAT DOESN'T, MIXING IT UP FOR DIFFERENT CHARACTERS. AND SO FAR, SO GOOD. — WHAT ABOUT YOU?

ED: I ALSO DIDN'T GO TO DRAMA SCHOOL AND STRUGGLE WHEN DIRECTORS VERY KINDLY ASK, 'HOW CAN I BEST SUPPORT YOUR PROCESS?' I DON'T FEEL PARTICULARLY CLEAR ABOUT WHAT THAT MEANS.

EM: — SO YOU'RE QUITE INSTINCTUAL?

ED: I THINK I'M PART COMPLETELY PRE-MEDITATED AND PART NOT.

I WOULD SAY THAT I HAVE A CONFIDENCE PROBLEM SO I DO A LOT OF PREPARATION, BUT FOR ME PREPARATION IS CONFIDENCE, WHICH ALLOWS ME TO LET GO OF THE PREPARATION ON THE DAY.

WHEREAS, IF I WERE TO COME IN EMPTY-HANDED, MY CONFIDENCE PROBLEM WOULD FLARE UP.

EM: I HAVE TO CONGRATULATE YOU ON YOUR SHORT FILM 'THE TALENT' [EMMA CO-PRODUCED AND STARRED IN THE 2023 BIFA-NOMINATED SHORT], I LOVED IT.

ED: THANK YOU, IT WAS A JOY.

EM: WAS THAT THE FIRST THING YOU'VE PRODUCED?

ED: YEAH, I CO-PRODUCED IT. I WOULDN'T HAVE MANAGED IT ON MY OWN.

EM: I'D LOVE TO DO THAT ONE DAY, IT'S SO COOL.

ED: I'VE LOVED GOING TO FILM FESTIVALS WITH IT BECAUSE IT'S NOT SOMETHING I'D DONE BEFORE, IT'S SUCH A NICE PROCESS. — WOULD YOU LIKE TO DIRECT?

EM: I DON'T KNOW, MAYBE NOT YET. I STILL FEEL LIKE I WANT TO ACT. I LOOK AT WHAT MARGOT ROBBIE HAS DONE WITH LUCKYCHAP [ENTERTAINMENT, ROBBIE'S PRODUCTION COMPANY] AND HOW SHE'S PRODUCED FILMS SHE'S REALLY PASSIONATE ABOUT, FILMS YOU THINK CAN CHANGE THE INDUSTRY IN SOME WAY. I'D LOVE TO DO THAT. GROWING UP, THERE WERE THE FILMS I REALLY ENJOYED, NOT THE NORMAL LIGHT ENTERTAINMENT ONES, BUT THAT EXPANDED MY UNDERSTANDING AND CHALLENGED ME. THOSE FILMS ARE THE ONES I WANT TO BE A PART OF IN SOME WAY, SHAPE OR FORM. IF NOT ACTING, I GUESS IT WOULD PRODUCING. — HOW LONG WAS THE PROCESS FROM START TO FINISH?

ED: PROBABLY AROUND A YEAR FROM THE SCRIPT NOT EXISTING, BUT IN A MORE STRUCTURED WAY, MAYBE A PRE-PRODUCTION OF FIVE MONTHS. I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHY I ASKED YOU IF YOU WANTED TO DIRECT BECAUSE EVERYONE ALWAYS SAYS THAT AND I FEEL LIKE INHERENT IN THE QUESTION IS THAT CULTURALLY, WE PRIVILEGE THE IDEA OF THE PRIMARY ARTIST. IF YOU'RE AN INTERPRETATIVE SECONDARY ARTIST, WE DON'T CREDIT THAT IN QUITE THE SAME WAY, BUT I DON'T AGREE WITH THAT VIEW. I DON'T WANT TO DIRECT BUT REALLY LIKE PRODUCING AND FEEL VERY CONFIDENT IN MY SECONDARY ARTIST STATUS.

EM: I FEEL LIKE THAT WITH BOXING, IF I EVER WENT INTO AMATEUR THERE ARE A LOT OF OTHER HUNGRY UP-AND-COMING BOXERS AND IT'S JUST NOT MY GAME, I'M NOT AS INSPIRED BY THAT AS I AM BY ACTING. I DON'T WANT TO BREAK MY NOSE AND GET KNOCKED OUT.

ED: IF YOU'RE BOXING A LOT, HOW DO YOU ENSURE THAT YOUR NOSE DOESN'T GET BROKEN?

EM: WE KEEP IT LIGHT AND IT'S USUALLY JUST PADS, IF I HAVE TO WEAR A HEAD GUARD I WILL DO, BUT SAFETY PRECAUTIONS ARE IN PLACE. [LAUGHS] — DO YOU BOX?

ED: I DON'T, BUT A FRIEND OF MINE TOOK PART IN A QUEER CHARITY BOXING EVENT AND I WAS SURPRISED BY HOW VISCERALLY TERRIBLE I FOUND IT TO WATCH THEM FIGHT.

EM: DID YOU NOT WANT TO GET IN THERE AND JOIN THEM?

ED: I SUDDENLY FELT SO WILDLY HELPLESS AND ALL I COULD DO WAS SCREAM FROM A PLACE OF WANTING TO PROTECT AND SUPPORT BUT ALSO FROM A PLACE OF FEAR. MY FRIEND DID BEAUTIFULLY AND THEY'RE AMAZING, BUT I'D NEVER BEEN IN THAT ENVIRONMENT BEFORE AND WHEN IT CAME TO IT I COULDN'T HANDLE IT. — HOW DID YOU GET INTO ACTING?

EM: I ALWAYS WANTED TO DO IT BUT I'M NOT TOO SURE WHERE IT CAME FROM. I HEARD ABOUT THE TELEVISION WORKSHOP IN NOTTINGHAM AND APPLIED THE FIRST YEAR BUT DIDN'T GET IN. FOR THE SECOND YEAR, I HAD THIS LITTLE NOTEBOOK THAT I WOULD JOT DOWN IN BECAUSE I KNEW THE STRUCTURE OF THE PROCESS OF THE AUDITION. I CAME UP WITH ALL OF THESE NEAT LITTLE QUIPS I COULD USE. I GOT IN THE SECOND TIME, THEN FROM THE WORKSHOP I DID A SHORT FILM CALLED 'FIRE' DIRECTED BY CHRIS ANDREWS. I GOT IT BURNT ONTO CDs AND I GOT ALL THE NAMES OF THE AGENCIES I KNEW OF IN LONDON. I WENT DOWN [TO LONDON] ON THE TRAIN AND POSTED THEM TO ALL OF THE AGENTS.

ED: SIDE NOTE, ARE YOU UNCONSCIOUS YET? I'D SAY I'M STILL SELF-CONSCIOUS IN INTERVIEWS.

EM: I ALWAYS WANT TO FLIP IT ON ITS HEAD AND ASK THE INTERVIEWER QUESTIONS, JUST BECAUSE OF THAT INNATE FEAR THAT IT MIGHT BORDER INTO THERAPY AND YOU MIGHT BE ROBIN WILLIAMS AND I'LL BE MATT DAMON SITTING ON A PARK BENCH IN BOSTON SOMEWHERE AND IT'S GOOD WILL HUNTING.

THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT MYSTERY AS WELL, AND ONCE YOU LOSE THAT MYSTERY YOU CAN'T REALLY GET IT BACK. IF PEOPLE GET TO KNOW THE REAL ME, I DO BELIEVE IT'LL DETRACT FROM WHAT I'M TRYING TO DO AS AN ACTOR. I WANT YOU TO ESCAPE INTO MY CHARACTERS, I DON'T WANT YOU TO SEE EWAN. — HOW ARE YOU WITH INTERVIEWS? I'M SUPER GRATEFUL YOU'VE DONE THIS.

ED: I'VE GOT BETTER, I DON'T MEAN BETTER AS A QUALITY JUDGEMENT, BUT I HAVE BECOME MORE COMFORTABLE. I WAS VERY BAD AT THE BEGINNING, I HAD THIS 'GOOD SCHOOLBOY' WHO CAME OUT AND ACTUALLY, HE COMPLETELY WIPED MY PERSONALITY. HE FEELS THAT IT'S A TEST AND THERE IS A RIGHT ANSWER. I HAVE TO BANISH MY GOOD BOY OTHERWISE I AM VIOLENTLY DULL.

EM: AND THAT'S ME RIGHT NOW, RIGHT? [BOTH LAUGH]

ED: EWAN, GET ON THE CHAISE LONGUE, WE'RE GOING TO TALK. [BOTH LAUGH]

IT IS FRIGHTENING AT THE BEGINNING; I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU FEEL BUT I'M ONLY JUST AT A POINT NOW SINCE THE SHOW CAME OUT THAT I FEEL OK.

EM: REALLY? DID YOU NOT FEEL YOURSELF GETTING WARMED UP THE MORE YOU WERE DOING THAT MASSIVE PRESS RUN FOR SEASON ONE?

ED: NO. [LAUGHS]

I THINK MY GOOD BOY CAME OUT, BUT YOU CAN'T PREDICT THE PARAMETERS OF A CHANGE LIKE THAT IN YOUR LIFE UNTIL IT HAPPENS AND YOU'VE SAT IN IT FOR A WHILE. I FOUND IT QUITE FRIGHTENING [AT FIRST].

EM: YOU'RE WORKING WITH BEN WHISHAW AT THE MOMENT RIGHT?

ED: YEAH.

EM: I READ THAT WHEN HE'S OFF STAGE HE HAS THAT ANXIETY TOO, WATCHING HIS WORK YOU'D NEVER EVEN THINK OF IT. IN 'PASSAGES,' HE'S AMAZING AND EVEN IN THE SMALLER SUPPORTING CHARACTERS TOO.

HE JUST KILLS IT IN ANYTHING HE DOES. I FOUND IT INTERESTING BECAUSE YOU DON'T SEE [ANXIETY] IN HIS PERFORMANCES, WHICH IS INSPIRING.

I DID A COMIC CON IN BRAZIL AND IT WAS SUPER FUN BUT AT THE SAME TIME, I HAD TO BE SOMEONE ELSE. I HAD THIS LEATHER SUIT ON AND IT WAS SO EMPOWERING. I FELT UNSTOPPABLE AND IN THE END I ADOPTED THIS CONFIDENT CHARACTER.

I RECOGNISE I NEED TO BE MORE MYSELF IN THESE SITUATIONS, FOR SURE.

ED: I HONESTLY DON'T KNOW IF THAT'S TRUE, IT DEPENDS ON WHAT YOU WANT TO GIVE AWAY.

EM: I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU AT ALL WHILE SHOOTING SEASON TWO.

ED: — HOW DID THIS SEASON FEEL?

EM: I LOVED IT. I LIKE THAT SEPARATION BETWEEN OUR TWO SIDES OF THE FAMILY BECAUSE WHEN WE DO MEET AGAIN IT'S GOING TO BE SEISMIC. THE FIRST SEASON IT WAS GREAT TO FINALLY SEE THAT CRESCENDO AND NOW SEASON TWO IS THE FALLOUT.

I REALLY CAN'T WAIT FOR YOUR PERFORMANCE, IT'S QUITE NICE NOT KNOWING WHAT'S GOING ON.

ED: I AGREE, AND IT'S NICE HAVING SO MUCH TO WATCH THAT YOU HAVEN'T SEEN. I HAVE A WHOLE HALF OF THE SHOW THAT I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT. — DO YOU WATCH YOURSELF?

EM: I DO, IT TAKES A GOOD TWELVE OR THIRTEEN TIMES BEFORE I CAN APPRECIATE IT. I FIND IT REALLY DIFFICULT BUT I ALSO RECOGNISE THAT I WANT TO KNOW WHAT WORKS AND WHAT DOESN'T. — DO YOU?

ED: YES, BUT QUITE MINIMALLY. — DO YOU WATCH PLAYBACK ON SET?

EM: — I CAN'T LOOK AT MYSELF, DO YOU?

ED: NO, BUT I GENUINELY THINK IT WOULD BE HELPFUL IF I COULD STOMACH IT. SO MUCH ON SCREEN IS SO TECHNICAL AND BECAUSE SO MANY FACTORS MEDIATE YOUR PERFORMANCE, IT'S REASONABLE THAT THINGS MIGHT NOT COMMUNICATE AS YOU'RE IMAGINING.

BUT THEN I DON'T KNOW WHETHER THAT WOULD BE A DEGREE OF CONTROL THAT IS JUST NOT REAL BECAUSE WE HAVE SO LITTLE CONTROL AND FUNDAMENTALLY THE NARRATIVE WILL BE IN THE EDIT.

EM: — WHAT IS IT LIKE WORKING WITH MATT SMITH?

ED: IT'S GREAT, I LOVE HIM AN EXTRAORDINARY AMOUNT AND FEEL PRIVILEGED WHEN I GET TO WORK WITH HIM. IT'S SO NICE TO KNOW WHAT LIGHTS SOMEONE UP, HE'S SO REACTIVE AND HE RESPONDS BEAUTIFULLY TO NEWNESS, IT'S SUCH A DELIGHTFUL GAME.

EM: I REMEMBER THAT MOMENT IN SEASON ONE EPISODE EIGHT AROUND THE BANQUET TABKE AND AEMOND AND DAEMON HAVE A FACE-OFF, AND IN ONE OF THE TAKES MATT SPOKE IN A MURMUR BUT IT WAS HIGH VALYRIAN. I DID NOTICE THAT QUALITY IN THE LIMITED TIMES I WORKED WITH HIM. THERE IS SOMETHING SPICY ABOUT MIXING IT UP, KEEPING YOU ON YOUR TOES AND IN TURN, YOU PICK UP A FEW MOVES IN THE PROCESS.

ED: IT'S REALLY GOOD. THE GUY'S GOT GREAT TASTE AS WELL, SOMETIMES HE HAS LOVELY IDEAS ABOUT HOW A THING MIGHT PLAY BEST AND AT WHAT SIZE. I GET THE SENSE HE HAS A REALLY VIVID PICTURE IN HIS MIND'S EYE AND THAT'S SO HELPFUL BECAUSE IT REFERS TO THE TECHNICAL PART OF OUR JOB. IT'S A PRIVILEGE TO BE 'LOST IN THE CHARACTER' BUT THERE IS A SPECIFIC TECHNICAL PART OF HOW SOMETHING COMMUNICATES AND I THINK HE IS REALLY GOOD AT THAT.

EM: THAT'S SO INTERESTING. I DO TRY TO TAKE THAT INTO CONSIDERATION WITH FRAME SIZES AND WHAT TO PLAY UP AND PLAY DOWN. IT'S ALL A BIG LEARNING CURVE, ISN'T IT?

[chaewberry]

everyone say thank you ewan mitchell for giving us male nudity content instead of the aggressive game of thrones female hypersexualization

[bubblestopia]

 you confess your feelings to them [headcanon]

characters included: Aemond Targaryen, Ewan Mitchell, Ettore, Osferth 

warnings: sexual interactions - it is Ettore, how could it not be sexual interaction 

A/N: I was in class and thought to make some head canons about Ewan Mitchell himself and his roles because they all have different personalities. please don't be too harsh on judging it, i’m still learning so be patient with me. reblogs and comments are grateful appreciated, I am always open to new ideas and suggestions. I suppose I should mention that english is not my first language.

Aemond Targaryen 

When she met the prince, her heart couldn't stop racing. She found him fascinating. For her everything he did or said it was majestic. On the other hand, Prince Aemond was finding the girl a bit strange, all she was doing was staying in garden admiring the flowers and the sky. He couldn't understand why but couldn't complain too much, she is to be soon his wife. He wasn't too happy, but it was the duty as a prince. Luckily for him, they didn't had to spend too much time together, all they had to do is dance occasionally and produce heirs, that's what he thought.

On a sunny day, she organised a little picnic for her and Aemond, she wanted to spend time with her betrothed and know about him more before the union. When Queen Alicent found out what the girl was doing, she obligated her son to go saying it will be a good opportunity to bond with her. That's how they ended up on thin blanket, with cookies and tea around them, admiring the roses. 

“Thank you for your presence, My Prince” she thanked to loose the silence. “It is my pleasure, My Lady” he lied and she knew that his mom made him come, but at least he is in the garden with her. “I asked the maids to get us your favourite cakes, I didn't know you like strawberry shortcake” she giggled. He looked at how innocent she was, her laugh was a bit weird  but he wouldn't mind hearing it again. “Maybe next time we can have your favourite sweets, My Lady” She was a bit shocked and didn't knew how to respond, she just hummed with a smile. 

The rest of the day was spent with small talk about their likes, she found out that Aemond was interested in books, historical books. That was something she had to remember for the future. At the end of the day, when the two of them were heading off to their chambers she stopped him. “I like you,” she said “And no, I’m not expecting a reaction. And yes, I am aware that we will get married even if I didn't liked you, and this was our first real conversation. But I am just stating the fact that I like you” He was looking at her with a bit of confusion, she took a deep breath and continued “I like you, and I am not expecting for you to like me too but I hope that you will find affection for me, your future wife, so that our marriage wouldn't be too hard to bare” she added. “I will go my way now, have a good night, My Prince” She lowered her head and she said it, still with a silly smile on her face. Aemond was too stunned to speak, he didn't know how to react, did he liked her? No, it was too early for him, but will he do his best to know her more and love every aspect of her? Yes, he went to his bed that night, with a promise in his mind. To fall in love with the girl that poured her heart out for him.

Ewan Mitchell

It was your first day on the set, not as an actor, just the girl who gets everyone everything. It was interesting to see the actual actors work and have fun, wishing it was you who played the beautiful characters, wishing it was you who brought fiction to life. But you are still learning, and the first step is to get them their coffee. Everyone knows who you are, why you are there and what's your job. Most of them like your personality, you always smile to them, encourage them and give kind words. You can say that you are their friend, even if you aren't an actor. But in one specific case, you are a best friends. Ewan Mitchell. You two found out that have similar hobbies and personalities, and you defiantly clicked on the first day. It was obvious to everyone that you liked him, but somehow he didn't realised. 

It was time to get everyone their coffee and tea, you had to memorise what everyone liked so it would make your job easier. You were heading to the privet room of the set, where everyone is gathering to take a brake, share stories and opinions about the new cut. “Two cubes of sugar?” Milly asked “Yes, as always” you assured her. Getting everyone in the room their drink, you were left with one in hands “Does anyone know where Ewan is?” “Try outside, I heard him wanting to take a fresh breath” One of the producers said. You thanked politely and head outdoors. It didn't took too long to find him standing on grass next to a tree. 

“Your tea will get cold, you knew it was that time of the day” you shared with the now relaxed guy. “I apologise, I wanted a brake from the noise” he muttered. With a small smile on your face handed the cup to him and giggled “Typical you” you paused for a second and continued “You know that there are clips of you, your character, on Internet with funny sounds? Apparently everyone finds you good looking” “I can't understand why, I am just a guy, nothing special” you hummed and replied “They do not lie, the fans, but they can't see how special you are behind those looks of yours” he looked at you with amusement and laughed “You can't be serious” Not wanting to continue on your silly thoughts, you laughed but a bit sad, hoping he didn't noticed.

After getting back on the set, and shooting four more scenes, it was time to go home. Your rutine was simple, and it was including your friend too. Somehow the way to each houses were in the same directions, and it was safer to get there together. Walking in silence as usual, some drops of water landed on you, stopping to look up, you started laughing like a kid. You always enjoyed rain, you found it peacefully. A silly ideea got into your head and a plan was made. Not long after, rain started pouring and soaking both of you. 

“Ewan” you called his name while stooping once again. This time he stopped and looked back “You will get a cold if we don't  get home now” calling once more his name “I’ve been in major denial for months now, denying this feelings in my heart” He was looking at you confused “I do not understand” You laughed at his unawareness. “Ewan Mitchell, since I met you, and I discovered how much we are alike, I found out that I like you” the rain made the girl to say her feelings a bit louder than intended “And it’s not just a silly little crush, I know it is more, and you don’t have to like me back, but I don’t want you to hate me and...” she wasn't stopping adding reasons over reasons “The feeling is mutual” you took a step back “What? Could you repeat that again?” he did and he got closer to her “But now we need to get inside, hoping not to get a cold. Otherwise who will get my tea how I like it at the exact time every day?” you were still in shock but he took your hand gently and made sure to get you home safely.

Ettore

You are a criminal, like everyone on the ship, but the difference between you and them is that you are shy and silent like a bunny. You never used the Box, you found it imature and a waste of time. All you want to do is do your daily jobs and don’t let anyone even realise that you are there. Unfortunately for you, he started watching you. He was watching from the dark, waiting the right moment. You watched him as well but only when you passed by him. In your opinion he was handsome but you could never imagine yourself with someone like him. 

When you were asleep he was touching himself, thinking of you. For Ettore you were a prey and he loved the feeling of a predator. That thought made him obsessed over you, all he wanted was to have you, to own you. He even started following you everywhere, keeping a generous space for you to not notice him, but you did. Every time. It wasn't scary although you preferred to be alone. 

One day when you were taking care of the garden he entered and leaned over the wall, examining you. Every move you make. “It is rude to stare” he hummed and replied “I can't help it, you are relaxing to watch” Knowing he is saying random stuff but that didn't stopped you from forming a blush on your cheeks. That day was the start of your nightmare. He was following you everywhere, like a lost puppy, he was too close for your own good now. You didn't mind it that much. At least he wasn't talking or touching, only following. 

After a week he finally talked “This is experiment is stupid” “In that case you could just hope it will finish soon” That was the beginning of a weird friendship. You believed he was stupid in the head. Always complaining and making sexual jokes. Ettore was hoping you would beg for him, for his attention, but nothing, that was making him desperate to take you and destroy you. 

The night after taking care of the garden together and making silly conversation, he decided it was time to own you. Because of a stupid medical problem you had to stay alone in a room, that was making it easier for Ettore in completing his plan. You were sound asleep when he got into the one bed room, he started touching your body, putting his cold hand under the loose shirt you were wearing. The friction made you gasp and wake up to find him towering you. You actually were expecting that, you knew what was in a mind of a criminal, it was easy to know what he wants. He grabbed your chin and covered brutally your mouth “Don’t take out a sound” His blue eyes were staring deep into your soul and that made you have goosebumps. Shaking your head, assuring you will be quite, he took off the hand from your face but not until getting an easy slap on your cheek. 

“Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment” He loved the scared look on your face. Ettore didn't know what he wants more, to make you beg for him, or just take what he wants. You on the other hand didn't mind what he was trying to do, in fact you were loving it. Someone making you to be submissive was your weakness after all. He was now on top of you looking straight to your eyes. Lingering with your lips open, slightly touching but not kissing, your breath was heavier with the every second that passes. “Fuck it” whispering you get your hands around his neck and push his head so that you can kiss him. He looks surprised for a moment but not long after Ettore gets his rough hand on your neck squeezing a little. The other hand travels along your body until it reaches the waistband of your trousers. He slides in to feel your cunt. “How pathetic, look at you, all wet for me” He laughs at your reactions. Trying to look away to hide your embarrassment, Ettore grips one more time on your neck and forces you to look at him. 

“Don't look away, not when you have those glossy eyes.” He demanded “You are so pretty under me” He pushes one finger against your core, teasing you, making you suffer. “Please Ettore” you cry out-loud “Please what? hmm use your words pretty girl”, “Please stop teasing” He giggles, getting closer to your ear “I will stop teasing, if you will be only mine”. Your desperation was reading through your shaky voice “Than make me yours Ettore” He didn't waited any longer and pushed two fingers in her now soaked wet hole. 

In the end birds of a feather flock together. 

Osferth 

Since you were young you were treated badly, your mom who died was only a one night stand to your dad, who had a wife and kids. Uhtred didn't had an option than just to take you in his house, to not let you suffer more on the streets. His wife didn't accepted, you were his bastard after all and she didn't cared if you were dead or a whore. You were obligated to go in adventures with your dad, so that his wife wouldn't see you around the house. You weren't a loved child, that could be the main cause of your insecurities and shyness, always thinking no one would ever love you.

Following Uhtred everywhere, like a lost puppy, end up on meeting Finan and Osferth, your now only friends. Talking with them was scary at first, especially with Finan, but in time you opened up to them and now it was easy to talk with both of them. Osferth wasn't treating you like a bastard, like others would. Him knowing exactly how it feels, he made sure to protect you from that word. Uhtred decided that you would have better days if you don’t go home anymore, so the two boys took you in their care. They were alway making sure to protect you and it was fun to be around them. 

Finan was always making fun of Osferth when you weren't around, laughing at how oblivious his crush on you was. “You need to look at yourself when you are around her” he laughed “Always blushing and acting tough when you are like a lamb” Osferth didn't said anything only looking down “You two act like teenagers, why not confessing to her?” he stayed a moment to think for the right answer. “She is the most beautiful lady I ever saw, she is gentle and caring.” He lowered his head and smiled “How could she love someone like me, she deserves way more better than a monk” Finan laughed and finished his beer. 

On a warm night, everyone was at the small tavern to celebrate a victory. Getting drunk, kissing women, dancing and singing. But you were outside, behind the building, collecting and admiring some flowers that you found on the grass with some drops of  dew. Humming an old song that you somehow remember. “Why you are not inside, celebrating?” You flinched at the sound of the new voice, dropping the flowers of a pure blue. “I could ask you the same” he wasn't looking at her, only at the flowers now on the grass, getting down on his knees to pick them up “What flowers are this time?” Every time on your journeys you liked to pick up flowers and press them on your book, and when you were getting the time to search for their name and some facts, you were writing those down. It was your passion and Osferth liked that a lot about you, he would always ask about the blossoms, he loved when you were telling him all the details and your face would light up. 

“Forget-me-not” you answered with a smile “It has a beautiful meaning to it actually” the girl looked into his eyes “If you give them to someone, it has to be special. The flower itself means true love and respect” he hummed and looked again at the pure blossoms. “We should get inside, otherwise Finan would suspect something out of this reality” When he got up to head off to the tavern, you called out his name. “I want you to accept this flowers Osferth” with a small smile on face and a dreamy look you confessed. He couldn't say anything, he was too amazed. In a milion years Osferth couldn't think you would say those words, even if they are not the traditional ones, this meant more to him. He took you by the hand and looked into your eyes.

“I promise I will search every kingdom until I find the perfect flower for you My Lady.” 

[cdragons]

Truce Part 1

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Pairing(s): Ikaris x Persephone!Reader ft. Druig x Hecate!Reader Word Count: 2.7k Prompt/Summary: Ikaris and Druig have a discussion about the women in their lives (AKA: Ikaris is an idiot who thinks your best friend is a demon, and Druig is super in love with said demon). Warning: Slight mentions of death (no major characters tho), neurodivergent reader is neurodivergent, Hecate!Reader bestie is her own warning Note: Thank you to everyone who takes the times to read my writing even through it is likely way too self-indulgent to be considered in-character! Special thank you to the most amazing and incredible beta editor in the world, @valeskafics! If you have not, please go check her works! She mostly does HOTD, GOT, anything Ewan Mitchell, and literally EVERYTHING she writes is incredible!

It was safe to say that Ikaris was a confident individual.

This was a fact that applied to many aspects of his life.

He was confident in his abilities as an Eternal. He was confident in his faith in both his leader Ajak, and the Celestial that created him and his team members, Arishem. He was especially confident in his capability as a leader. This included carrying out missions, eliminating Deviants, and saving and “caring” about the fragile humans’ lives.

No matter what Druig implied.

But the one thing he could not say he was completely 100% confident about… was… understanding how he placed amongst the rest of the Eternals.

That wasn’t to say he wasn’t well-liked or even appreciated… but… he didn’t exactly know how some members “felt” about him.

He was more than well-received by certain members – Kingo and Sprite are the first Eternals that come to mind. He had earned the respect and trust of most of the group – as was shown by the trust Ajak put on him, along with the close bond he shared with Sersi. Thena and Gilgamesh certainly respected him as a fighter – but they never idolized him. In their eyes, he was more of a younger brother that they could share a drink and trade banter. He was on amicable terms with Makkari. Phastos and him never particularly bonded with each other, but the latter still trusted Ikaris’ judgement.

With Druig and Katelyn, both outright dismissing him most of the time –

No…that was putting it lightly…

Take the words “outright dismissed him,” and replaced them with “liked to act like bratty little shits and make him look like a fucking idiot;” along with the words “most of the time,” and replace them with “since they all left the goddamn Domo.”

…But he had no idea where he stood with you.

Sephia, the Eternal blessed by Arishem with the ability of absolute control of plants and the Earth. While Sersi made efforts to connect with the humans, you almost did everything in your power to avoid them. But no matter how you tried to avoid them, humans always adored you. They longed to catch a quick glimpse of the beautiful being that brought them aid whenever their crops were unable to bear fruit.

It was not only your powers that attracted them to you, but also the image you presented yourself to them. You were…heaven-sent – is how the humans saw you. Although fairly quiet, it was obvious to him that you were brilliant. Not only that, but you were fairly regimented in your diligence to your duties- something Ikaris greatly appreciated in a team member. You and Sersi worked together to only present them with their new crops, explain the various uses that would fit their lifestyle, show them how to properly harvest the crops and take a section of the seeds to replant, and then demonstrate how to properly plant them in a way that would yield the best results.

…It also helped how the sun would bring out that lovely flush to your skin in your demonstrations.

To them, your kindness and shy demeanor… along with your overwhelming beauty that was only further brought out from your flowing pink tunic with green twining and brass patterns… presented the very image of a Springtime Maiden.

You carried out your duties flawlessly, and always with so much efficiency that you always managed to have more than enough free time to go off on your little adventures to study the wildlife you had not created. You were curious as to how certain natural environments resulted in different lifestyle choices. You insisted that in studying the world around them, you would be able to better understand the humans’ lifestyle. A thought that was supported by Ajak whole-heartedly.

And it wasn’t only your duties to the humans that you carried out well – you even used your ability to control the plants that surrounded you to attack Deviants in desperate times. Sprite would spin tales of how the Sweet Spring Maiden Sephia could turn a little flower into a giant vine that could pierce through the skull of any deviant that came your way.

You were…different. That wasn’t to say you were strange…if anything…your differences made you…charming. Admittedly, he hadn’t paid much attention towards you at the beginning as he was initially attracted to Sersi’s kind demeanor. But he would always see you with her, and she would always insist on the two of you bonding. Your encounters with one another were awkward to say the least. But soon, he genuinely bonded with you…

Now, you were just the most fucking adorable being in the universe; which brought up the dire need to know where he stood in your life.

He just hoped that your “guardian angel” wasn’t with you at the moment.

“Well,” thought Ikaris, “demon would be a more accurate term in describing her.”

Kaetlyn was a different topic of conversation to say the least. Simply put, her abilities allow her to manipulate shadows and darkness. In battle, she would first scope out any areas that had Deviants to gain any information that would be an advantage. She would do this by either sending her shadows out, or just traveling through any shadows herself. Ikaris loathed to admit it, but her affinity for intelligence-gathering was far superior than the rest of them. Not only that, but she was a more than capable fighter. She would aim her dark arrows to the Deviant’s weakest point, and let the shadows embedded in it sink into their bodies to tear them from the inside out.

After its confirmed death, she would use her shadow portals to transport them to her personal laboratory at the Domo to “study” their anatomy and physiology. And if that wasn’t enough, Ajak just- just- ALLOWS IT! Even going so far as to ask for your assistance at certain times!

Ajak was one matter – after all, the Prime Eternal served as a maternal figure to everyone, including him – but he was more shocked at your eager involvement in the dark assassin’s hobbies. He could never forget how brightly you smiled when you ran towards him in excitement at your realization that encasing the decaying specimens in a mixture of various alcohol solutions and formaldehyde created a much more effective embalming methods than encasing it in an alcohol solution with herbs and spices.

You went on for hours about how you discovered the gas during one of the fires that nearly destroyed the village a few months back. Luckily very few of the villagers died, but you noticed how the victims who only died through exposure to the smoke decomposed much slower than normal. You then ended up trying to explain the process of precipitating the gas into a liquid solution, along with how to properly categorize it so that it wouldn’t be accidentally ingested. You and he ended up talking for so long that you ended up completely missing the feast held in celebration of the harvest that year. Ajak was quite cross with the both of you – Ikaris especially since he is usually so punctual with social engagements – but how could he be upset after having hours of your sole attention? You too were not put off by your leader’s slight scolding. On the contrary, you were more than relieved considering how much you hated these events.

You were kind and thoughtful; she was argumentative and crass. You were radiant brilliance; she was unhinged madness. You brought light and its hopeful beginnings; she oozed out darkness and all its mad chaos. You were life; she was death. So why did you latch onto her as if she was your only tether to the ground?

…You were being controlled by her- that had to have been it. Ikaris refused to believe that someone as wonderful and kind as yourself would willingly subject themselves to that-that-that- hell spawn!

“Y’know,” an annoyed voice broke his thoughts, “I’d really appreciate it if you’d didn’t call the love of my life a ‘hell spawn’.”

“For the love of Arishem,” thought Ikaris, “anyone but him.”

Taking a deep breath, he turned to find Druig.

“And I’m more than certain that our sweet Sephia wouldn’t exactly be ecstatic in knowing how you referred her very favorite person in the world that particular term either.” The mind controlling Eternal finished off with that damned trademark smirk of his.

Gods, Ikaris wanted nothing more than to shove that face a thousand feet in the ground right now. But he didn’t want to afford to lose his temper now. Not when he still hoped to find you.

“Pretty sure Ajak made it a rule for you not to use your powers on your fellow Eternals,” he snapped, “considering your habit of using it on the humans already.”

“Please,” he quipped back, “you’re the one pacing and muttering like a mad man in the middle of the courtyard.” He slightly cocked his head to the side in a facetious manner, “Anything I could help with?”

Ikaris didn’t want to tell Druig his plans…he wanted less for Druig to know about his plans with you. But Druig was close to you…even only through mutual association by Kaetlyn.

“Why are Sephia and Kaetlyn friends?” He blurted out.

“…Seriously?” Druig asked, “that’s what making act so crazy?”

“Just answer the damn question Druig.”

“…Why do you want to know?” The mind controller asked, very sure he wasn’t going to like Golden Boy’s response, but felt it necessary for his own peace of mind.

“…It doesn’t make any sense to me.”

“Excuse me?” His tone was growing colder with each passing second.

“Druig, I understand that you are incapable of being objective towards your… lover,” Ikaris started, “but even you have to admit you found their friendship to be unusual?”

“I can’t say that I have,” Druig answered, “I happen to think my angel as a lovely individual. A sentiment also agreed on by most members of the team- even your biggest fan Kingo adores her. Unconventional views? Maybe. Relentless tenacity? Absolutely. But that is exactly the foundation my beautiful Kaet’s adoration of Sephia, and vice versa.”

“I don’t- wait- I don’t understand?” Ikaris interrogated the besotted Eternal, “All she does is question Ajak’s authority, and commit senseless acts of childish rebellion! How does that lead to her being close with someone -”

Druig’s blank stare was almost terrifying.

“What Ikaris?” he asked, “Someone like Sephia? And how do you see our Sephia? Someone dutiful? Beautiful? Kind? Sweet? Perfect? How wretchedly mundane and so very one-dimensional- even for you.”

“That’s not it,” Ikaris was getting angry, “stop putting words in my mouth-”

“It’s not exactly a hard thing to do with you, my friend. But you and Sephia aren’t particularly close. She may be cordial with you, but she’s like that with everyone. So why the interest?”

“…I know that…Sephia is considered…different,” Ikaris began, “from a behavioral standpoint – but- tha- that’s not- I don’t think of her any less because of it.” This was much harder than he expected.

Druig lifted one of his eyebrows, signaling for the taller Eternal to continue.

“I like her ‘quirks’ – I can’t say I understand what they are, but – I know that-that they are a part of her, and not in a way that her powers are hers. But I also know that, that they don’t make up who she is as a whole.” Why was his throat closing up? “And…I like that she sees me.”

“…Yeah, no shit genius, it’s not like you can turn invisible. Believe me, not seeing your face would be a great improvement to my life.”

Ikaris scowled while turning so he could fly far from the black-clad armored telepath, “Forget it, I don’t know why I thought to share this with you of all people-”

“You don’t feel judged around her, is that it?”

Ikaris stopped, and once more faced Druig. The shock on his face was almost hilarious…if only Druig wasn’t about to completely expose himself at the moment, then he could at least properly enjoy the dumbfounded look on Ikaris’ face.

“Do you feel like you can talk to her about anything? That you could trust someone with something so humiliating? And then you’re angry because once you actually said those, you’ve realized that you’ve given someone full ammunition of yourself for them to use against you?”

The silence between the two powerful immortals was stifling.

“But then time passes,” Druig continues on, “and even after you pushed them away, they still accept you. Because they saw you, not an image other people projected on to you. And despite all reason, they decided to stand beside you.”

Ikaris’ eyes were bulging out of his head, “How- how did you know-?”

“I know, because I’ve been there,” Druig’s eyes softened just a tad, “with Kaety.”

…What?

“…Well, if you’re so curious about their companionship, I suppose the best way would be to ask directly from the source.” Druig reasoned as he pointed his head to two figures walking towards them.

You, in a soft white tunic with a long pink skirt with some brass jewelry. Today, you decided to let your hair loose with a few braids. Ikaris thought it was a bit curious on how you detested the humans’ worship of you, yet you still preferred their clothing options as opposed to your armor that showed your Olympian origins. However, armor or not, you still glowed a soft and heavenly aura unique only to you. You were in deep conversation with Kaetlyn, who wore a simple white linen dress with a patterned dark blue border skirt and a silver chained belt, and styled her hair in a loose braid.

Noticing the figures in front of them, Kaetlyn immediately pulled a look of just absolute disgust at the realization that Ikaris of all people was interrupting her peaceful day. Curious to your friend’s strange reaction, you turned your head and let out a warm smile and waved enthusiastically to the two men. You were well-aware of your friend’s distaste of the taller Eternal, but he was always kind with you. Besides, if you could occasionally put up with Kingo’s hubris, Kaety could certainly tolerate Ikaris’ company for a few moments.

Druig stepped in view, and Ikaris saw how quickly your feral companion’s expression changed at the sight of her lover. She lightly jogged to meet him in the middle as she threw her arms around his neck. Looking the strange sight, Ikaris noted that when she genuinely smiled, she looked almost…approachable? Druig took Kaetlyn in his arms, and the two pressed their lips together in a tender kiss. And just like that, the spell was broken and Ikaris was inwardly cringing from disgust as he turned his head away from the sight.

As a result, he was unable to see Druig lean forward and softly whisper to her ear of the plight that their mutual grey-streaked hair irritation was experiencing. Wanting to dismiss it immediately, Kaetlyn recalls all the times your cheeks lightly flushed in Ikaris’ company. And despite her obvious distaste for the man, she could tell that he at least wanted to genuinely understand her best friend. And she was more than positive that you were feeling “something” for him; however unaware you were of it yourself. Taking pity on the man, she walked over to you and explained how Druig wanted to explore the area for hidden caves. As a result, you and her would have to continue your discussions of how to properly develop the Punica granatum and its nutritional benefits for expectant mothers at another time. But luckily, Ikaris would be more than happy to escort you back to the Domo.

Before walking away, Ikaris felt a sharp pinch to his side, and looked down to find Kaetlyn’s shadow pinching his? Annoyed, he looked up to reprimand her, but his blood ran cold meeting the shadow Eternal’s gaze.

“Do anything that causes her discomfort,” her eyes seemed to shout, “and I will make your own shadow tear you apart bit by bit.” Quickly turning her head, the dark wisps quickly reattached themselves to their mistress. And the two Eternals were left alone with only themselves for company.

Looking back at you as you basked in the daylight, its golden light only enhancing the glow from your softness. Ikaris had only one thought in his head as he tries his damnedest to not reach out and press your suppleness against his hard frame.

“Fuck.”

Tagging: @its-actually-minicika, @spacetalbot, @siempre-bucky, @beananacake, @ethereal-athalia

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HotD spoilers/favorite character analysis

🥉Aegon II 'the Elder' Targaryen

I'll start by saying that he, being a rapist, is here by a miracle (as he miraculously survived the fire of Vhagar), because usually the only desire I have for characters who do something similar is to see them die badly, and in fact here the situation does not change, however I admit that if he had not done this Aegon would be one of my favorite characters and instead he remains the third best character for me in terms of construction of this season. I loved the tragic development of the character, incapable but willing, forced onto the throne and deprived of power by his own Council. Thanks to the scenes with Sunfyre, with Alicent and Aemond, the beginning of the hints of the relationship with Larys, his brilliant interpreter Tom Glynn-Carney helped by an excellent script gave life to what in my opinion is one of the best characters of this season.

🥈Rhaenys 'the Queen Who Never Was' Targaryen

I have little to say about her, except that I have loved her since the first episode of the first season. A strong, proud, proud and wise woman. A fighter to the end. What a queen she would have been and what scenes she gave us. Her death was painful as well as spectacular, thanks also to the relationship shown between Rhaenys and her Meleys. Eva Best was a great interpreter, perfect for Rhaenys, who brought her to life in a wonderful way. She will be greatly missed.

🥇 Aemond 'One-Eye' Targaryen

Obviously my first post goes to him, who from the most hated in the book is currently the most loved in the series. I loved madly the way they made Aemond, showing him from the first season as a child victim of bullying who, from the conquest of Vhagar onwards, begins to acquire more and more strength and awareness. Victim of his nephews, but above all of his brother Aegon, he decides to take his revenge (intentionally or not), even going so far as to reign in place of his brother. As a boy full of fragilities, first of all the relationship of lack with his mother, he decides to give a twist to his being, transforming himself into the dark and cruel prince of the books, but with a progressive transformation that in my opinion makes him interesting and multifaceted. Here too I cannot fail to mention the skill of his interpreter Ewan Mitchell, who was able to highlight with meticulousness every little emotion of our prince.

Notes of merit:

🔥King Viserys 'the Peaceful' Targaryen

My favorite character from the first season, who I mention because he returned in Daemon's visions. King, imperfect man and father, with a big heart and many regrets on his conscience, he did his best and everyone knows it, so they forgive his mistakes. He too is a magnificently tragic character, played by a very good Paddy Considine. I miss you my king!

❤️Queen Daenerys 'the Princess Who Was Promised' Targaryen

My great love. The one who made me start GoT and introduced me to Westeros. I mention her because she appears for a few moments (literally terrifying for me) but that is enough for me to praise her again. Because without her, HotD would not exist, nor my passion for the characters of Westeros. She is the one I miss the most, her and the wonder Emilia Clarke. Thank you for everything my queen, I will never forget you.

P.S: I always knew you were 'the prince who was promised' and not the snowman😏🤭😉.

P.S.S: Waiting for the development of my little Aegon (Rhaenyra's son) which I hope will be like in the book and the series about Aegon the Conqueror to see my Visenya!

[endless-ineffabilities]

chem ov pocketshot #1 🌙

Darling coming home late to their flat after filming, to find Ewan already asleep on his side of their bed. She'd quietly sneak in, giving him a wide berth so as not to wake him up.

But in the morning, she'd find that he pulled her to him sometime in the night, and his body cocoons her own—with his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, his leg draped over hers, and his nose pressed to the back of her neck.

E: I'm kinda offended you didn't cuddle me.

D: Didn't want to wake you up, babe.

E: Excuses, excuses...

D: Well we're cuddling now so—

E: Not enough. You'll have to make it up to me.

D: ... How?

E: Hmm... well... it seems like he's awake...

D: oh for the love of—

[dedicatednotobsessed]

alright, back with a new ewan mitchell request. could u do an ewan mitchell x actress!reader the trope is friends to lovers. the two have been such good and close friends for so long, they do everything together. from award shows, events, daily hangouts, whatever it is. it isn't until a night out that the two find themselves wanting to be together. within the next year or so, the two are happily together and everyone adores it. please? thank you

(also inspired by sure thing by miguel and you are in love by Taylor Swift)

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Of course! For more HOTD requests, just submit a strong snack to Vhagar through my ask box 💚 {I will be opening my ask box soon for The Last Kingdom and Game of Thrones requests, so keep an eye out for that announcement! 💕}

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Childhood Best Friends [Ewan Mitchell x Actress!Reader]

Other HOTD stories [Requests open]

Summary: Coming back to town is always a treat for you, especially when you have similar filming schedules to your best friend and fellow actor, Ewan Mitchell. While you are catching up for the next couple of weeks, things begin to change in the best of ways….

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You had your sunglasses pushed atop your head while walking into a local restaurant, humming a bit as you looked around. You were in your hometown of Derby for a couple of weeks before you had to go back to filming. In that time, you decided to visit an old friend.

“How many?” The hostess asked, flashing you a friendly smile.

“Two,” You replied returning her smile before following her to a booth.

You blew out a breath while looking around as you slipped into your seat, thanking the hostess for the menus. You bit your lip gently feeling the butterflies erupt in your stomach. You always got this feeling whenever you came home to catch up with your best friend. For as long as you could remember you had feelings for Ewan, but you never acted out on them.

You furrowed your brows as you focused on your phone to check your messages before jumping when you heard a pair of hands slap the table. You looked up, gasping at the sight of Ewan and stood up hugging him tight.

Ewan smiled as he kept you close, his grip tighter than yours. “Oh, it’s so good to see you, Y/N.”

You laughed a bit while pulling back smiling up at your best friend. “I have been waiting to see you for months now!” With conflicting filming schedules, it has always been hard to find time for each other.

Ewan smiled as the two of you slid into the booth across from each other. “The phone calls aren’t just enough.”

“But someone had to take a long contract on a Netflix show,” You teased with a small smirk causing him to chuckle.

“Well, I’m sorry.”

“You better be sorry,” You said smiling down at your menu.

Ewan returned your smile, not noticing the glances he was giving you. You glanced up at him noticing him quickly turning away causing you to smile. You were unaware of what feelings your best friend harbored for you, but a lot of your fans thought you would make the cutest couple.

“So….” You began after the two of you ordered, turning your attention to Ewan. “How has filming been?”

“It’s been good,” Ewan replied with a nod. “Mark says hi by the way.”

You laughed a bit and smiled wide. “Well tell him I say hi when you see him next.”

“I will make sure to do that.” Ewan leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. “How has filming been for you?”

You shrugged. “It’s been alright, a bit lonely without my best friend.”

“I could say the same,” He said a bit teasingly. “The boys won’t stop asking me when my girlfriend is coming to set.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. You knew his costars on the set of The Last Kingdom teased Ewan about you being his girlfriend, especially Mark and Arnas. When he first started filming, you went to set with him to help him become comfortable and be his support system. Even when you weren’t physically together, you sent him motivational messages every morning while he was filming season three.

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You had your hair up and out of your face, wearing a pair of sweats and a tank top as you headed out towards the living room with a giant bowl of popcorn.

“You still haven’t picked a movie?” You teased Ewan sitting the bowl on the coffee table before sitting next to him.

“Hey, choosing the right movie is hard!” Ewan defended himself.

You giggled and shook your head while handing him a beer. “Talking is always just as good,” You reminded him.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Ewan said hanging his head before he smiled over at you.

“Of course I’m always right,” You replied with a giggle and smiled as you met his blue eyes. You turned away when you realized you were looking for too long and felt your cheeks heat up.

Ewan rubbed the back of his neck, smiling down at his beer. “When is your filming going to be done?” He asked after a moment.

You hummed a bit in thought while picking up a handful of the buttery popcorn, extra butter on top of butter as the way it should be. “I go back in about a week, then there’s about three more months left.”

“Well…if you want, I’ll still be filming for a few more months after you’re done. If you want….” Ewan was fumbling over his words a bit. “To come visit me.”

You raised a brow at how nervous he seemed but a wide smile came onto your lips. “If anything I’m going to visit my Irish boyfriend, Mark.”

Ewan chuckled. “So is that a yes?”

You smiled wide and leaned over giving him a tight hug. “I can never say no to you,” You replied and kissed his cheek with a giggle.

You smiled as you walked beside Ewan, your hands in the pockets of your jacket. You had surprised him a visit in Hungary after finishing filming your project. You kept your promise on coming to visit him.

“I would love to visit you on set, but I don’t want anything spoiled for our binge nights,” You said jokingly.

Ewan chuckled wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. “The only thing that should matter on set is your Irish boyfriend and your baby monk.”

“More so my Irish boyfriend.” You scrunched up your nose while giggling.

Ewan laughed with you. “I shouldn’t be too offended by that,” He said with a small smirk.

You hummed a bit while leaning into him with a content smile on your lips. “Do you have any plans for the night?” You asked after a moment. ��Are you going out drinking with the boys?”

“I wanted to see if you actually wanted to go out to dinner with me,” Ewan offered while smiling down at you. “Some alone time with your second favorite person from The Last Kingdom,” He added teasingly.

You pretended to think it over. “I guess dinner with the baby monk won’t be too bad.” You smiled up at him. “But instead of going out, let’s go back to your place. I can make you dinner instead.”

“You promise not to poison me?”

You smiled cheekily at him. “No promises.”

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“Ewan, I need your help!”

“What did you do!” Ewan rushed into the kitchen seeing the water for the pasta nearly boiling over.

“I thought I had it covered!” You defended yourself.

Ewan chuckled and shook his head turning the heat down. “Next time ask for help, love.”

You looked up at him with a pout when he turned to you with his hands on his hips. “I wanted to make a nice dinner for you though.”

“It doesn’t hurt to ask,” He said with a smirk reaching up lightly rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip.

You giggled a bit, your eyes lighting up. “I can’t surprise you?”

“You can, but I prefer to have a place to come back to when I’m done with work,” Ewan replied with a chuckle.

You smiled and stepped to the side when he moved to help with the pasta. You looked him over while smiling more. You used to joke that he was a good husband, always being the one to cook you dinner when you got together. You thought it was only just a joke though.

Ewan turned to you with a small smile catching you looking. “Are you okay, Y/N?” He asked with furrowed brows.

You turned away and giggled. “Just thinking.”

“Is that why your cheeks are turning red?”

You covered your face with your hands while laughing more. “I’m sorry, it’s just….” You trailed off while blowing out a breath. “I like watching you cook.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mm-hm,” You replied while smiling up at him. “Among other things.”

Ewan cocked a brow with a small smirk. “What other things?”

“Well, I like watching you work.” You watched him pour the pasta in and smiled, taking his hands in yours. “And I like it when you make jokes, always brightening my day.”

Ewan looked into your eyes with a soft smile on your lips. He reached up brushing back a strand of your hair. “I like it when hype me up for projects,” He said softly. “I could never be here doing this project without you motivating me to audition.”

“Anything else?” You asked jokingly.

Ewan chuckled and bit his lip gently. He leaned down slowly, his eyes flickering to your lips. “I like it when you come and visit me. It makes my day better.”

You smiled softly as you met Ewan halfway, kissing him suddenly. You placed a hand on his cheek when he pulled you closer, lightly pushing you up against the counter. The butterflies were fluttering around wildly in your stomach as he lifted you up onto the countertop. This was a moment you have dreamed of for so long.

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Two Years Later

“Oh, you look absolutely stunning!”

“Thank you.” You smiled as your friend, Makenzee, helped you with your light pink dress. You and your boyfriend of two years were doing a maternity photoshoot and your best girl friend was the one taking the photos.

“I’m just surprised Ewan hasn’t proposed yet,” Makenzee said jokingly.

You giggled and looked down rubbing your rounded stomach gently. You were about six months along and you were having a baby girl. When you told your fans, they were all beyond the moon. They were sending baby name suggestions every other day it seemed.

“I think we’re waiting a bit until after our daughter is born to get married,” You admitted looking in the mirror to fix your hair that was curled.

Makenzee hummed but said nothing more. You raised a brow with a small smile. “Is there something you’re not telling me, Kenzee?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She replied simply. “Come on though, we’re going to be late.”

You laughed and followed her out, your dress flowing elegantly around you. You smiled seeing Ewan waiting for you out in the flower field where you were getting the pictures done. You still remembered his face when you told him you were pregnant, the both of you were in tears.

“Okay, so the first picture I want you two to be facing each other,” Makenzee instructed while she set up her camera.

You did as she was told, holding onto Ewan’s hands. “Now, Ewan, I want you to get down on one knee.”

“Wait, what?” You asked looking at your best friend confused but when you turned back, Ewan was already on one knee with a red velvet box open to reveal an engagement ring: a diamond ring with a gold band, simple but beautiful.

“Y/N…we have been through so much. Through so many projects and so many life events and I don’t think I could have done it with anyone else,” Ewan began, his eyes glistening with tears. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

The tears were already falling and you laughed a bit. “Could we not do this at the end? My makeup is going to be ruined,” You said jokingly.

Makenzee giggled as she took pictures. “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

You laughed before slowly nodding. “Yes, Ewan, I will marry you,” You replied and kissed him deeply after he slipped the ring on your finger.

This was a fairytale come true. You just didn’t know that your Prince Charming was going to be your childhood best friend and now, you have found your happily ever after with Ewan and your soon to be daughter.

[saltandfire-blog]

Lucerys Velaryon x Aemond Targaryen

When you fall in love, you will carve out your heart and throw it into the deepest ocean. You will be all in - blood and salt.

Salt and Fire

Summary: Lucerys Velaryon belongs to both sea and sky. His whole life he has tried to prove his blood runs thick with not just fire but salt, despite the scandalous accusations that have haunted him and his brothers. Aemond Targaryen is nothing but fire, and before their families tore them asunder, his nephew was one of the few people he did not scorch. History books would have you believe the green and black children of House Targaryen grew up enemies, but before eyes and loyalties were slashed, there was once devotion between the two second sons. As boys grow into men, it is easier to repay an injury, because forgiveness is a burden and revenge a pleasure.

Notes: I hope you’ll forgive me for any translation errors, I did my best with different resources, but I am obviously not a genius like G.R.R. so I hope it won’t be picked apart too harshly. I have to say this was my favorite chapter to write so far. It’s finally happened folks, we’ve gotten to brushing against the canon version of HOTD. Thank you for being patient with me! I really did wrestle a lot with how close to the canon I was going to write this, and I hope you all enjoy the version I made. With the relationship I’ve built between Aemond and Luke, I did not see him being the one to hold the rope, but I did always intend for him to be apart of it. Sorry guys! Please keep in mind, I am still writing from the POV's of children. Sometimes they blow me away with how mean they can be to each other. I remember my fair share of it growing up and now I'm going through it with my own kids. I don't understand it, but I did my best to portray that here. Not everyone is in black and white and I've always tried to portray that through every character I write.

This chapter was definitely dedicated to the daddies 😊

I personally loved both Harwin and Laenor in HOTD, so I couldn't miss the opportunity to dive into the complexity of both their relationships with the boys. And despite Laenor’s overindulging, I felt Rhaenyra and his relationship should also get its own recognition. They must have had to be friends to keep each other's secrets and raise the boys together and I always thought was special.

The advice Ser Harwin gives Luke is actually inspired by a lot of men I truly admire and their responses when asked what advise they would give younger men. It surprised me how similar most of their answers were and I thought it would add a nice touch trying to soften Luke towards Harwin who wants so badly to be his dad.

I would also like to mention, the little insert I used about Aemond gesturing a lot with his hands, was actually inspired by watching Ewan Mitchell speak with people in real life at the UK premier of the series. It’s adorable. Excuse my obsessive fangirlness.

This chapter title is from My Blood by Ellie Goulding but also inspired a lot from the song Sinking In by Katelyn Tarver. I was really torn between which song to use for the chapter title.

Thank you so much again for all your comments, kudos, bookmarks & subscribes! Even the tiniest comment makes my world go round❤️

Chapter Nine

with all the blood i lost with you it drowns the love i thought i knew.

[just-some-random-blogger]

alright! could you do sn ewan mitchell x reader fic/crackfic where there's already an established relationship between the two with reader also being an actress and they're just in bliss with eachother. reader likes to be a bit funny behind the scenes with Ewan and all that! maybe moments of them just living life together too, please?

Barbie

Ewan Mitchell x Reader

Summary: "Shhh, I'm living my barbie-ken fantasies, lovie," I say as I stroke his luxurious blonde mane. Ewan grunts.

Word Count: <500

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: tbh its like... not specified what reader does, other than the fact on this particular day, babes did a food run for the cast. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT NONNIE! Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @risefallrise @antisociablewallflower @lxdyred

I walk in on set with a bag of take-away in both hands and Ewan's hoodie draped over my shoulder.

At the moment, Ewan was filming a scene with Olivia, and so Tom, who was wearing a protective cover for his wig, was the one that spotted and greeted me, helping me set out the food that I brought.

"Wow," Fabien whispers excitedly as he spots me and walks over to the table, "you truly are a darling, my love," he says, pulling me in for a side hug, rather awkwardly making me crash into his armor.

I smile at him and exaggeratedly scoff, "don't I know it."

Tom, Fabien, and I then take the food out of the bags and set it up for everyone.

Tom bites into his burger and Fabien scoops into his sundae. The former huffs, "it's always a good day when you're on set."

I chuckle and curtsy, "why, thank you, my king."

Tom nods and raises a hand at me, waving the way royals do.

"CUT!"

I turn over and find Olivia, Ewan, and the director speaking to each other. The next moment, the direct calls for a lunch break and the Targaryens are walking over.

Ewan smiles when wave at him.

"Hello, love," he says as he approaches, giving me a quick peck on the lips. I rub his shoulder as I take his jacket and hand it to him, "you left this in the car."

Ewan takes his hoodie as Olivia greets me and takes her share of the food. Ewan takes his hoodie, "I thought I misplaced it here."

"Well, clearly not."

Ewan then takes his share of food and sits down at the floor in corner of the cramp room. He beckons me over, just as a stylist comes in and asks to secure Ewan's wig.

I turn to her as Ewan walks over, chewing some fries. I watch as she puts clips on the side of Ewan's head. I then ask, "would it be super bad of me if I brush my fingers through his hair?"

The stylist turns to me and chuckles, "hmm, I think it'll be fine as long as you don't rip at it."

I grin as Ewan mutters, "oh, gosh, now you've done it."

I break into a giggle as the stylist looks between us in slight confusion.

"When I tell you how eager this hair enthusiast has been to play with this hair," Ewan mutters in faux annoyance.

"Shhh, I'm living my barbie-ken fantasies, lovie," I say as I stroke his luxurious blonde mane.

Ewan grunts.

The stylist and the others laugh.

"To be fair, darling," Olivia offers from the side, "it is the type of wig calling out to be finger combed."

"See," I turn to her, "you get it." Olivia nods enthusiastically.

Ewan thanks the stylist as she walks off.

"Just-" Ewan turns to me, "-don't get overexcited."

"Me?" I make a face at him, "never."

[bestofsophieturner]

Oh, and I would like Sophie Turner to star in the same project with Tom Hiddleston, Benedict Cumberbatch, Evan Mitchell (Aemond Targaryen in HotD) and again with Michael Fassbender, Hugh Jackman and Kit Harington. It's just like a dream for me, I hope at least something will come true🤗

Oh well ! So many big names. All of them in the same project ? I don't think it's what you meant, but I ask all the same.

I've always wanted to see Tom Hiddleston and Sophie starring in the same project. He's one of my favourite actors, and the reason I started watching Avengers & Thor.

I like Benedict Cumberbatch. Sherlock is probably my favourite show. (Did I say I really like british actors ?) Maybe as a mentor figure. I don't know why, for me, he would work in this archetype. And since there is an age gap between the two, I could see it.

Ewan Mitchell, you know what ? When, I first saw him as Aemond, I had no idea I knew him. And after knowing he was in the last kingdom, I decided I've seen enough of him to know he was very talented. I can totally understand why people would want to see him in a project with Sophie. He's quite intense in his acting.

Michael Fassbender has been for a long time one of my favourite actors. I still like him a lot and he's extremely talented. But weirdly, I'm not sure I want him in another project with Sophie. I wouldn't be against it, everything he does, it's good and I believe he has alchemy with everyone from what I see. From the x-men, I totally would love James McAvoy to be in a new project with Sophie. I liked the relationship between Charles & Jean, and I didn't see enough of the teacher/student (well father & daughter even) trope from Sophie and him. I'd like to see them in another project in which they have a similar relationship.

Hugh Jackman is like... my very first celebrity crush ! I was like 7 when I saw him for the first time in Xmen. He made me like the x-men and I'd say a fan. I started the comics thanks to his interpretation. So yes, I'm interested to see them again in a project even if they share like 5 ou 10 minutes of screentime.

I know maaaany people would love to see Kit and Sophie in a project together. And from I heard and read, Kit would like it to happen. Maybe I'm wrong, but I remember reading it a few years ago. So why not ? But not as brother and sister. As friends, or colleagues after all why not ?

Oh well, this a very long answer and I'm not sorry. Your ask made me happy. I enjoyed replying to you and I hope you have other ideas to share, I'd glad to hear them.

And what about actresses ? Who would you want her to work with ?