#personal?? actually ewan

[franzkafkagf]

queen PLEASE rewrite the brothel scene so it makes sense I BEG YOU.

Aegon stumbled into the brothel, the dim lighting and the overwhelming scent of cheap perfume and sweat wrapping around him, suffocating him. Martyn, Leon, Eddard, and Rodrick, Martyn’s new squire, followed him. Aegon's own face, flushed and unfocused from too much wine and ale, betrayed a desperate attempt to drown out unwelcome emotions.

“This place is as good as any to get it wet,” Aegon slurred, his arm slung over the squire’s shoulder. The boy, still green behind the ears, looked up at the king with wide, nervous eyes. “Time to make a man out of you, eh?” He punctuated the statement with a bawdy laugh, echoed half-heartedly by his friends.

The brothel was dimly lit, with curtains draped around, each one hiding unique secrets. Aegon staggered forward, yanking aside the first curtain he came to. Behind it, a couple gasped in surprise, but Aegon was already moving on, cursing under his breath. His mind was set on finding a particular woman—a distraction, an escape.

“Her name is Selyse or Selsie… or something like that,” Aegon continued, leaning heavily on the squire. “She’s great. Nothing like that woman’s touch to—hic—to forget your troubles.” His laugh was a bitter bark, masking the hollow ache in his chest.

He flung open another curtain, revealing yet another entangled pair, before stumbling on. Each step heavier than the last, the sounds of pleasure and the stuffy air seemed to close in on him. The sight of flesh and sweat did nothing to ease his mind; he still felt powerless, terribly powerless. King he might be, but even a crown couldn’t shield his family from harm.

Finally, he found her—the woman he sought. But instead of the welcome distraction he craved, he was met with a scene that stopped him cold. She was not alone. In her arms, naked and unashamed, was his brother, Aemond.

Aegon’s vision blurred, he did not know if he should laugh or scream. The room seemed to tilt as he stumbled forward, nearly ripping the curtain down in an attempt to steady himself. "Aemond the Fierce!” he roared. “Look at you!”

Aemond looked up at him, scrambling from the woman’s embrace and standing up to put on a robe. She herself shrank back too, pulling the sheets up to cover herself. The tension in the room was a tangible thing, crackling between the two brothers.

“You see, I do not exaggerate,” Aegon’s eyes flicked to his companions as he stumbled further into the room. His voice had an air of lightness to it—but it carried an undercurrent of anger, deep anger. “Such is the Madam’s prowess, that my brother does not want to sample another.”

“Tell me, brother.” Aegon clapped Aemond on the shoulder, too hard, a bitter smile twisting his lips. “Was this where you were? With this whore while my son was being murdered? When Jaehaerys was breathing his last, were you still fucking your very first?”

Aemond’s face darkened, the shadow of guilt flickering across his features before being masked by a cold, defensive anger. “You think I didn't want to be there? You think I don’t wish I could’ve been there to fight off those cowardly assassins? I grieve my nephew too.”

“Grieve?” Aegon’s laughter was hollow and bitter. “If you hadn’t been busy killing Rhaenyra’s bastard, she’d never have sought retribution. If you’d been able to behave yourself, my son would still be alive!”

Aemond’s eye flashed with rage, but the truth in Aegon’s words was undeniable. “What of you, brother? Where were you? Drowning yourself in strongwine and whores—why didn’t you protect your son?” Aemond was facing his brother head-on now; years of resentment and anger finally flooding out of him. “You’re just as much at fault as I am. You’re a wastrel, Aegon, a weak and unworthy king.”

Aegon's face contorted with fury, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. He remembered Larys’ words from before, could it truly be? Was his own brother planning to overthrow him?

“Plotting to take my crown, are you? Is that what this is all about?”

Aemond scoffed, “you think I want your crown? You can hardly keep it on your own head.”

Aegon saw red. His fist shot out before he could think, landing squarely on Aemond’s jaw. The force of the blow sent his brother staggering back. The woman yelped, scrambling off the bed, desperate to get away from the two.

Aemond seemed shocked for a moment before he launched himself at his brother. “You’ve always been a coward,” he shouted as the two tumbled to the ground in a flurry of fists and curses. “Hiding behind your whores and your wine!”

Aegon’s punches were wild and uncoordinated as he struck his brother again and again. “And you’ve always been a viper, waiting for your chance to strike!” His fist connected to Aemond’s ribs.

“You think I don’t suffer?” Aemond growled, landing a punch to Aegon’s side. “You think this is easy for me?”

The fight was brutal, raw, and undignified. It would have been embarrassing if it wasn't so profoundly sad—two brothers, driven by grief and guilt, lashing out at the only target they had left.

Martyn, unable to continue watching, forced his way between them. “Enough! Both of you, enough!” he shouted, pushing them apart with all his strength. “Calm down!”

Aegon struggled against Martyn’s grip, eager to keep fighting. “He’s a traitor, Martyn! A traitor!”

Aemond, chest heaving, wrenched free from Martyn’s grasp. “You're a fool, Aegon,” he spat before turning and striding away, leaving the room behind.

Aegon swayed on his feet, the room beginning to spin. His stomach churned, and he felt bile rise in his throat. With a groan, he doubled over and vomited onto the cushions.

Martyn knelt beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Come, Your Grace,” he said, helping Aegon to his feet. “Let’s get you out of here.”

[terrorofthetrident]

the babygirliest babygirl of babygirls

[capsiclesteebrogers]

i can only say this here and not on twitter because i don't want deranged fans in my quotes. some aemond hate seems to be thinly disguised ewan mitchell hate. because a lot of the things they bring up are actually about ewan himself, not so much aemond the fictional character. and i think it has a bit to do with the fact that he got so popular and gained so many fans in such a short amount of time. like, there were so many articles about him and a lot of people praised his performance and some just... didn't like it. but it's weird because ewan has done nothing but be a good actor and from what we know from other people, a really sweet guy.

[wundrousarts]

hi I hope this doesn’t sound like a demand lol but I love how you draw jupiter and I hope you draw him more

your art is so cool by the way I really like your character lineup 🥺

Thank you so much!! I literally never draw Jupiter, on account of my inability to draw 1. adult men and 2. beards, BUT it’s something I need to / want to get better at. The only other time I’ve drawn him was that lineup which I did super quick, so it was fun to try and think of an actual design so I can try to draw him more!

[ID: Three half-colored digital sketches of Jupiter North from Nevermoor. They show him as a kid with messy hair, a young adult with a mullet and mustache, and an adult with longer hair and a fuller beard. End ID.]

Details on my Jupiter design / headcanons (?) for his life under the cut:

I started with the middle— in my layers, I dubbed him to be “teen” Jupiter, originally intending for him as a senior scholar, but as time went on I figured he was more like, early 20s young adult Jove. The Wunsoc sweater is just still there on the adults because I didn’t want to redraw <3

I feel like Wunsoc, especially with Dearborn and Murgatroyd prowling the halls, holds its student’s appearances to a certain standard. Sure, society members are representatives of the society for the rest of their lives once they graduate, but their time in school is their first introduction to that life. It's their debut as society members. We see this in a lot of stuff with Holliday, in Hollowpox and in the one Silverborn snippet, how she's manufacturing an image for Mog and co. and physical appearance plays a part in it.

Going with this: I feel like Wunsoc would expect their students to keep their appearance clean and approachable somewhat. Jupiter gives me a vibe of the kid who had a crazy growth spurt, and was able to grow a beard before graduating– BUT I don't know if Wunsoc (really just the Scholar Mistresses) would be crazy for that. So I imagine that he's relatively clean-shaven for the most part, nowhere near modern Jove, and then starts to grow out his facial hair a bit more as a senior scholar where I imagine things would lax a bit, and then just commit fully to growing a beard once he properly graduates.

So young adult Jupiter is perhaps in his early 20s, a somewhat recent Wunsoc graduate. I'm a mullet Jupiter truther, where his hair is longer in the back, and had to represent that. Younger Jove's is messier and more fun; he's not too concerned about his image as he hasn't quite reached that laundry list of titles and accolades yet.

Present-day adult Jupiter is still rocking the mullet style, just now it's longer and styled a bit more professionally. But let's be real– it doesn't stay this way. It totally gets easily messed up from his hats, and Jove loves to have fun and entertain people, Plus, he's a busy man, constantly stressed and running around. While the hair here might be great for say, a formal meeting or a magazine cover, the hair most folks end up seeing him with tends to be a bit more wild. He definitely starts to resemble his younger self's hair more after a rowdy night or a stressful endeavor.

Kid Jupiter– not much to say here, tbh. I figured I'd stick with the longer hair he has as an adult, kinda rowdy. Not a mullet yet, though! I was thinking of the part in Nevermoor where he starts talking about the rules he broke and stuff he got up to as a Wunsoc student, and how Hawthorne started taking notes, and made his hair similar to the rowdy hair of our favorite bestie. However, while Hawthorne's hair is curly, I'm of the belief that Jupiter's hair is definitely pretty straight. So no curlicues for him </3

Hopefully now that I've started to nail down a design for Jupiter, I can draw him more!! I always have soooo many Nevermoor ideas circling around in my brain. I love thinking about designs for various characters and the reasonings behind different aspects of their appearance.

[roz-ani]

Seeing the og Anaking returning in Ahsoka reminded me of something.

Shout out to 8 yo me watching the dubbed Star Wars III we had on CD, (or VHS, I honestly don't remember; it was the only star wars we had btw), who, after much consideration, stood up, pointed at Obi Wan in this scene and said:

"He would make a good husband!"

[myplasticadversary]

Pondering Rose again 🤔 I've been seeing the notion of her having parallels with Roman a few times now, and I do kind of see it but also tbh I haven't really given it a lot of thought in comparison to her as a mirror to Kendall's doom and a ghost projected onto Shiv. I think it really depends though, and it brings me back to that thought I had the other day about Kendall and Roman having two very different types of "female hysteria". Like, maybe Rose was enmeshed with Uncle Noah and it broke her and Logan didn't do enough to stop it when he could have, or maybe she was the baby of the three siblings and not as strong-willed as him or Ewan and was deeply attached to Logan and that was what made her "weak".

[benbamboozled]

More people should ship Slade x Roman.

They have the perfect “Terse fighter dude and mouthy mob guy” vibe!

Also like…they would be THE MOST hat-on-a-hat pairing EVER.

You have the white-haired-bearded-super-soldier-with-one-eye.

And the rich business-owner-slash-mob-boss-with-a-black-skull-for-a-face.

TOO MUCH GOING ON there! Which is why they would be perfect.

[navree]

Joffrey's birth makes no sense because it literally makes him too young. I know they wanted to show Rhaenyra in a sympathetic manner with him but why would she wait 8 years to have another child?

I can excuse a bit of a delay in Joffrey's age, especially considering how they changed the timeline around to accommodate Alicent and Rhaenyra's changed relationship, plus it can be explained away with that whole "Rhaenyra and Laenor did try for kids" thing and be assumed that after two clearly Strong bastards, Rhaenyra tried to put the whole thing on hold and try for a bit to get a trueborn child with Laenor until it wasn't working out, and from what I remember Joffrey is meant to be the youngest out of all the kids (he's I think three during Aemond's eye incident). The issue for me is that they made the time jump just way too short by only making it six years, I assume to make Jace and Luke their canon ages by the time the Dance starts but not really accounting for the fact that Joffrey's only six so far (which in and of itself is fine, he doesn't do much in the Dance anyway except die) and making Aegon and Viserys way too young.

Viserys being a baby is, idk, fine I guess, he doesn't do much during the Dance either and the only knock on affect is maybe his marriage to Larra Rogare if they even get that far into the story. But Aegon the Younger being a toddler is a problem. It's a huge problem. For one, Aegon's a dragonrider in the Dance, and it's pivotal that he be so, because his horrible experience in the one time he ever rode a dragon contributed to his distaste for them later in life and in his kingship. For two, Aegon needs to be old enough to do shit like, for instance, talk and understand the world around him and form long term memories. It's actually kinda vital, considering how important the fact that Aegon being scarred from watching his mother's execution is to him as a character and how he evolved as he grew into an adult, how it affected him and his relationships to others and likely even his own parenting style. Which is already a tall order for any actor who can convincingly play a ten year old, but I dare you to find me the toddler who can not only act his lil heart out in situations like "fleeing on a dying dragon and leaving your brother to die" and "feeling fucked up about leaving your brother to die" and "being forced to watch your mother be burned alive and eaten by a dragon". Even riding the dragon alone is gonna be hard, have you seen how those contraptions work? Why is he a toddler?? Why?!?!?!?! What the fuck was the point of this you fucked it all up!

[pulquedeguayaba]

Was chatting with this other guy that works for my boss about Dan Brown and reccomended him Angels and Demons and was about to spill all of my lust for Stellan cos he appears in that one too

[neonhairspray]

When I develop a new crush on a particular celeb I like to imagine them visiting my country with me (Arnas was the ONLY exception for obvious reasons lol) & it's always so hilarious and funny to imagine it.

[lith-myathar]

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[endless-ineffabilities]

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Ewan Mitchell x actress!reader

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Both having busy schedules and working in different cities, the reader and Ewan make an effort to keep contact with each other. Will Ewan ever make his feelings known? Will a possible scandal derail their budding romance?

A beautiful floral arrangement awaits you as you return to your hotel suite in LA.

Luxury red roses preserved in an elegant black velvet box, accompanied by a printed note on the side.

Congratulations on your new project, darling.

All my love, Ewan.

Your assistant had alluded to a special package having arrived just before you came in, and you're met with this.

It's the loveliest of gestures and you instantly wish to call Ewan to express your thanks. However the hour is late, the digital clock face reading 10 pm. You'd had a long day at work, having gone through the entirety of rehearsals once more. Filming will officially begin in September, and your focus is much needed as you step into a new role.

Noting the time difference - it would only be around 6 am in the UK - you decide to put off calling him for tomorrow.

It's only been a week since he first confessed that he misses you, and since then, he's had no trouble saying it each time you speak, almost as if the floodgates are opened and he's more confident in expressing himself with you.

I told you, Phia had simply said when you shared this with her.

The strong possibility of Ewan harbouring feelings for you has caused you to become distracted the past few days. If he does, why hasn't he asked you out yet? Granted, you'll be working long-distance for a while, but still.

You quickly wind down from a long day and soon find yourself comfortably huddled in blankets with your laptop propped open in front of you. Winding down, of course, includes some time scrolling on your phone or watching things without a care.

A new video catches your attention on Youtube's home page. One of the segments from Ewan's Vanity Fair feature.

Ewan Mitchell on his firsts and currents

You smile to yourself before you even realise it.

The video starts with Ewan introducing himself - "Hi, Vanity Fair. I'm Ewan Mitchell and I'm here to talk about my different firsts and currents." - He smirks at the camera. You smirk right back as if he can see you.

"So first ever role?" he says, directed by prompts behind the camera. "Technically, my first ever role was for a very small, short film called Stereotype ..." He laughs, remembering how young and inexperienced he was. "... and my current role - none other than the One-Eyed Prince. So far, my favourite as well I have to say."

He continues with his first and current favourite film, pets, song or type of music to get into character... and so on...

Then he gets asked about - his first ever and his current celebrity crush - "Uhhhmm," he looks to the side bashfully, clicking his tongue as he thinks of the simplest answer, "I don't think I had celebrity crushes growing up. It could have been some of the actors I admired, that inspired me... "

Such a classic Ewan answer, that one. You wonder how he would also dodge the question of his current celebrity crush.

"As for my current crush... well... it might be someone from the cast of House of the Dragon, actually." He smiles knowingly, as if he's aware that your stomach is in knots as you watch. Who will he say? Phia? Olivia?

"I really admire ... " He says your name, and your eyes widen like saucers. "She's an amazing actress - I think we can all agree - and a very dear person to me... "

Ewan, you sneaky charming bastard.

" ... so yeah," he shrugs, nonchalantly, but he surely knows he just sent you - and the entire fandom - into a tailspin. "I guess you could say she's my current celebrity crush."

Curious, you pick up your phone and get to scrolling. You've turned all your notifications off, not wanting to become occupied because of them during work.

Sure enough, it's an endless flurry of likes, comments, and messages.

In your most recent post, tons of people comment about Ewan's interview, trying to bring it to your attention.

hotdpolska29: girl, go watch Ewan's Vanity Fair video RIGHT. NOW.

melodygellerr: be honest, is this photo for Ewan???

peraltajake99: now she has to say that Ewan's her celebrity crush too !!!

cassiethemendler: forget Ewan... guys she's acc with jacob frickin elordi. Did yall not see the pictures

There's simply too many comments to go through. One statement and already everyone has formed their own opinion, their own conclusion about how things are in your personal life. It's one of the drawbacks of being in the public eye, and you still don't fully know how to handle it.

As part of PR for your new film, you and Jacob had been tapped to make appearances in public together, photographers hired to make it seem like the two of you are on a date.

The whole thing confused you. You're friends with Jacob, and naturally you hang out with him anyway. All this celebrity subterfuge seems unnecessary. But he was kind enough to guide you through it. "It's just part of the job," Jacob assured. "This whole Hollywood thing is silly, isn't it?"

Since you're both single actors, it wouldn't hurt for people to believe you might be dating. It attracts attention and any publicity is good as they say.

As long as you know what's true, then the public can believe whatever they want.

You end up liking and responding to some comments, and ignoring most of the other ones that pry too much into your private life. Never mind the haters, who also give their own two cents about your alleged involvements with Ewan or Jacob.

Suddenly, the screen is brightened from an incoming call from Ewan One-Eye . You are still pleased with yourself about the name. Your excitement is spiked as you press answer. Having a crush never gets old.

"Mornin', you," you greet him. 11 pm for you in LA, 7 am for him in England.

"Evening, darling," he says with a smile. He's still in bed, with one hand behind his head while the other has his phone pressed to his ear. First thing in the morning, and he feels compelled to call you. If that's any indication, the boy doesn't lie when he says he misses you every day. "You about to go to bed?" he queries.

"Mhmm," you hum, lying down and mirroring his position. "By the way, I think I've got a secret admirer or something."

"What? Who?"

Struggling to hold back a laugh, you continue, "I think you're missing the point of a secret admirer."

"Yeah, yeah," he sighs. "Anyway, what's going on? Are they bothering you?" He sounds worried already, but a bit more should be fun.

"No, but I found a box from them in my room."

"Did they break in?" He sits half-upright, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," you breathe out a tired laugh. "Ewan, I'm - " ... kidding, you want to confess, but he rambles on.

"If you need me, I can take the next flight out."

"Ewan - honey - I am messing with you. I do appreciate the floral arrangment box, by the way, thank you."

A beat of silence. He slumps back down on his pillows. A smile creeps up unrestrained on his lips. He fondly thinks that his girl almost gave him a heart attack at 7 am.

And he loves it.

"You're welcome," he replies. "And if I wasn't fully awake before, then I am now. Good work, darling."

You're pleased - he didn't deny the admirer bit of it all.

"Seriously now, thank you. They're the best surprise after a long work day."

"I'm glad you like them," he says sincerely. "Rehearsals still going on?"

"Yup, two more weeks of this, then a month-long break, and finally filming in Atlanta."

"Hmm," he says, then pauses, framing his next question as best he can. "Are you... do they... that PR relationship business, is that - "

You help him to it. "Well, technically, yeah," you respond. "But they're not laying it on thick with Jacob and I. Everything is alleged by the media and no one will make any sure statements."

When you shared the truth of the pap walk, he had a bunch of questions about it. He had sounded detached and cold at the beginning of that call. Then you complained about relationships for publicity, and he quickly got the gist. You'd think his mood took a complete 360 then.

From sounding completely disinterested with Jacob, Ewan then took to reassuring you that he's a good guy who would respect your boundaries. He's still not a fan of the whole thing, but it's your job.

And... well... it's not like he's your boyfriend or anything. What claim could he have over you?

"And something you said has the public divided," you add.

"What did I say?" he smirks, playing it coy.

"Ewan."

"You're going to have to elaborate, darling."

An idea pops up in your mind. Two can play at this game, Mitchell. "Listen, I'm flattered that I'm apparently your celebrity crush, but you can't say shit like that! I don't think my boyfriend Jacob would appreciate it. He's very protective, you know."

A full minute passes, you hear his heavy breathing on the other line. He wants to curse out at the picture you presented but holds back for you.

Then, "You're so funny, darling."

You laugh genuinely, and all his worries dissipate. "I know."

"A downright comedian."

"Thank you."

"I can't believe you're my celebrity crush," he sighs dramatically.

"You put that on to yourself, mate."

"Hmm." He sure did. He wasn't lying in that interview - you are his celebrity crush, but that seems reductive. He likes you, he misses you, he loves being around you. "The only right answer would have been you. You're the one I think about all the time."

He says things like this, so sweetly, and it's everything. It drives you off kilter that you get tongue-tied at work when you think about it.

But he hasn't said or done anything more. The flowers were a nice touch, sure. Maybe he's gearing up to it? Does he have something up his sleeve?

In the moment, it appears not. He's flirty, as he always is, but you've had a damn long day and the butterflies in your stomach are exhausted too.

"Ewan, I'm gonna go to bed."

"Oh. Right."

"Long day tomorrow. You know how it is."

"Of course. I... I miss you, darling. Sleep well."

"Mhmm," you find yourself responding, not mirroring his statement. "Bye, have a good day."

You end the call, wondering if he caught on at the end. Perhaps you sounded a bit too dismissive, but a voice in your head says, hey - if he wants you, he's gonna have to show you. It'll take a lot more than flattery and banter to win your heart completely.

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That night in London, Ewan sits in a corner booth of a pub with Tom, Luke and Elliott and it's relatively causal, with the boys just catching up over a few pints.

Until Luke mentions you and Jacob, questioning whether that whole story was real or not.

"Absolutely not," Ewan says immediately, shifting in his Adidas tracksuit as if to take up more space so the boys will pay attention. "I talked to her about it and it's all just PR nonsense, trust me."

"Look at this one gettin' all defensive." Tom claps Ewan on the back in jest.

"Well it's true," Ewan just shrugs. "They're not together."

Elliott jumps in, eager to rile Ewan up even more. "For now at least. I've heard that these PR couple things eventually get a little too real, if you know what I mean. The lines tend to get blurred."

Ewan slings his pint back, before engaging. "What do you mean?"

"Well, look at it this way," Elliott explains. "She hangs out with the guy a lot. They laugh, dine and work together. Maybe they even have to make out several times for the film. It's easy for feelings to spring up from all that business."

"Life imitates art, innit?" Luke offers.

"Yeah, maybe soon it won't just be PR. I've heard of some celebrity couples who did that," Elliott says.

Luke adds, "Wasn't there that one PR couple that got married and all? Who was it - I can't remember now - "

Tom intervenes, wary of the way with which Ewan grips his pint glass. "That's all nonsense, come on. Surely that's not a common occurence. I worked with all you guys, and I can't stand any of ya. If anything, she'll be so sick of Jacob after they work together." That earns him a laugh from the twins, who then assign him to get the next round as payment for that jibe.

Ewan stays silent, his mind whirring. Usually, the boys wouldn't mind. They know it's just his way, being a focused and observant lad on and off set. But they sense something else underneath.

The twins share a look, a bit guilty due to Ewan's expression.

Ewan looks up and reassures the table, "Hey, it's alright. Whatever she chooses to do, I get it."

"But come on, mate," Tom says. "Everyone knows you like her. Literally everyone. Even she knows it, I bet. Why don't you just make the bloody move already?"

"I dunno," Ewan starts, not sure of the answer himself, "it just didn't seem like the right time, with her being off across the pond for the rest of the year."

"So what, you're just going to let it slide? Do you want her or not?"

"Mmm, I do." Ewan keeps to himself most of the time. But Tom's got a way to loosen his taut edges.

"Well, as promised, I'm gonna get us all another round," Tom declares, earning cheers from the twins.

Two pints turned into three, then six, seven and so on. Pretty soon, the lads get properly and well smashed. Ewan's never been the biggest drinker, but when the social situation calls for it, he can put them back just as well as the next guy from the Midlands.

"So come clean, mate," Tom drawls, his arm slung around Ewan's shoulders. "Are you in love with her already or what?"

Ewan laughs, rubbing a hand over his face to wake up a little. It doesn't work - the glare of the warm overhead lights is strong and make him feel woozy.

"Could be," he says. "But that's none of your business." Smirking, he points at Luke, "Or yours," then at Elliott, "or yours."

"Hey! C'mon," Tom protests, feigning hurt. "Am I not going to be the best man at the wedding?"

"No way, Aegon the Magnanimous," Ewan shakes his head. "My brother'll be the best man."

"So there will be a wedding," Luke says. "Does the bride know about it?"

"He hasn't even asked her out yet," Elliott teases. "I triple dare you to ask her out right now. Right fuckin' now, Ewan."

"No," Ewan says, but in his sloshed out state, he secretly considers just doing it. "I gotta go for a smoke, lads. Tom was right, I can't stand you anymore."

"Oh, boo!" Tom shoves him out of the booth. "Hurry back, lover boy."

Ewan makes his way to the alley behind the pub. He's thankful that a pub at midnight offers the perfect setting to disappear into anonymity. Everyone's just as drunk or they simply don't care about celebrity culture.

He takes a few puffs of his cigarette, the nicotine quickly reawakening his nerves. Thinking back to the twin's suggestion, he thinks, why the hell not? Why shouldn't he ask you out already? Who cares about the PR shite? If word gets around that you're his, the facade about you and Jacob will get shelved.

With his cig lodged between his teeth, he has to take extra care to call you, the glare of the screen not doing wonders for his inebriation.

The lines beeps, and he's met with your voicemail. You must still be at work or just getting off it.

Still with Jacob. Something in him stirs, and it's not just the bloody alcohol.

He clears his throat, prompted by the notification to leave a message - "Hey, darling. Hey... beautiful... I guess I'm missing you and I... I miss you, isn't that funny?" he starts, proud of himself for making the joke. "I'm out with the lads right now... had a couple of pints. Maybe one too many? I don't know. And... uhhh - "

He stomps his smoke under his shoe, nervous ticks getting the best of him. Here he goes, make it or break it. "I was thinking about you. As I always do. Because I've never felt like this about anyone before. Ever. And I'm sorry it took me this long to ask, but I want to be with you. No - that's not right, it's too quick... I mean, yes, I want to be with you, but I gotta do this right. I want to take you out, properly, on a date. Will you... will you please? I've got some business stateside and I could have that scheduled sooner, and I could come see you. And we could... I just want to see you. So fucking badly, baby. I - I - okay then, I suppose that's all. Good... good morning? No - evening. You're beautiful and I just..." he sighs deeply, because words will never do you justice. "... goodbye."

The line cuts off and he tucks his phone away. Smiling to himself, he feels euphoric from getting that off his chest. The message was coherent enough, he thinks proudly, and it couldn't have sounded better all things considering.

If he could pat himself on the back, he most definitely would. He can already see it, the perfect first date with you.

The lads are going to go nuts over this, he knows for certain. He makes his way back inside the pub, a boy renewed.

A lover boy, as Tom and Phia call him.

No truer words have been spoken.

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It's 10 pm yet again when you make it back to your suite. Having notifications on your phone turned off while you're at work, you're met with a barage of messages and the usual social media frenzy.

But only one thing stands out - a voice message from Ewan One-Eye, sent just around 4 hours ago.

You settle in for the night, making sure you're all prepped to go to bed before playing it, thinking you can maybe call him afterward.

You hear the beep, and the message starts - "Hey, darling... uhhhh so hey, I - uh fuck I'm missing you right now, must be at work eh? And I miss you - " You note how he sounds drowsy but his words are punctuated. Like he's making an actual effort to simply speak. You realise he must be drunk. What's a drunk Ewan doing calling you? " - that's so funny, innit? Which suits cause I'm just a bloody joke cause I took too long... to tell you... that I... I think about you all the time, I'mcrazyboutyou y'know... I wanna be with you... withyou - " He's drunk, you keep reminding yourself that he's drunk. But the effect of his words aren't diminished. He's got you hooked. " - I got work out there too... so I'll - uhhh - see you then and... take you out then and - fuck - kiss ya... I want to kiss you so fucking badly, baby. You're perfect for me, and so beautiful, and I wish Aemond would wed your character cause - as th'twins said - life imitates art!" He snickers at his own remark, and it's the most endearing thing ever. "So... yeah, good, darling. Goodb - " and the line cuts off.

"What the fuck," is all you can speak out into the quiet room. Lying back on your pillows, you actually laugh out loud and kick your feet like a puppy-love drunk highschooler.

The sun is rising across the pond and Ewan has probably just made it back home, immediately collapsing in his bed all wasted.

But he's getting a call tomorrow - and you pray to the fictional Westerosi gods that his intentions are clear, drunk or otherwise.

Kismet is a funny thing. Once a fan of the show, you're now an actress on it, about to date the Aemond Targaryen.

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Ewan's eyes flutter open. The sunlight is weakly coming in from the window shutters in his room. Confused, he glances at the digital clock face and it reads 6:18 PM.

So he slept through the whole day. Brilliant.

It's unlike him to mind his phone first thing after waking up, so he trudges to his bathroom to douse his face with cold water and brush his teeth for a good long while, trying to recall the events of the previous night.

It had the usual workings of a proper pub night with his lads, and he barely remembers the last night he got that sloshed. But anyway, all in good fun, and he genuinely enjoys their company so it must be worth the pounding headache he feels right now.

The lads... an unknown and possibly excessive number of pints... Oasis playing on the speakers... Tom generously buying a round of drinks for everyone in the pub... and of course, you.

The memory has his attention, and he thumbs through his phone as he makes his way to his kitchen to prep his staple black coffee with seven sugars.

He remembers it - kind of - leaving a voicemail, and he's pleased that he finally, finally asked you out. Never mind that it took him getting drunk off his noggin to do it.

But there's nothing from you. Not a message, nor a missed call, nor a voice note.

He tries not to let it worry him right away, but it does. Maybe you didn't hear it yet. Maybe you were too tired from work and weren't checking your voicemails.

Maybe... maybe...

His phone suddenly buzzes in his palm and he mumbles, fuck's sake, out of surprise. But it's not you calling. It's his publicist.

"Hello, good evening. How are you doing?" he greets cordially.

"Ewan!" she exclaims. "Finally! I've been trying to get a hold of you all day."

"Oh, right," he says guiltily, "I'm so sorry, I just had a long night and - "

"I know, Ewan, I know. The whole country - no - the whole world knows by now. Bloody hell, it's always The Sun, isn't it? Those idiots, I swear."

He straightens at that. If a tabloid is involved, it can't be good news. "What's happened?"

His publicist sighs, ready to relay the news, "The Sun did a story on you and the other cast members. About having a wild night out in the pub. It's useless fodder, really, nothing wrong with having a night out."

"Right, right... but - " Ewan says, sensing there's something more. Something worse.

"There's a picture of you with a girl - "

"What?"

"I think I've seen her before. She must be a cousin of the Tittensors? You know her, of course."

"I... I don't - "

"Anyway, according to the paper, you and her were flirting it up a storm at the pub. She had her arm around you and everything. Do you want to look it up now? I can give you a moment. I'll stay on the line."

"Fuck," Ewan mutters to himself as he does a quick search of his name. The headlines make him wish he never did so.

House of the Dragon Stars On A Wild Night Out: INSIDE SCOOP!

EWAN MITCHELL SPOTTED WITH MYSTERY LADY

Aemond Targaryen IN LOVE? See PICTURES Inside!

"I don't think I remember her," he swears to his publicist, "I was just drinking with the lads and there might have been others that joined us but I - what the fuck - I don't - "

"It's okay, Ewan," she reassures him. "We can deal with this. This bullshit just comes with the job, as you should know. It'll be fine."

No, it's not fine.

Because it dawns on him why he hasn't heard back from you.

"Fuck."

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[rose-maidenn]

Astro observations 1

Tropical + Sidereal

Tropical

If you have mercury sextile venus as a women your voice gives you an upper hand in your career , example Sofia Vergara being famous for her acting as well as her unique voice , lana del rey for her vocal range , Rihanna , Kim Kardashian memes lol .

If as a man you have mercury sextile venus it shows up as an upper hand in your thoughts and creativity , often times men with this placement are very soft spoken and understanding , in a dark way they could be manipulative as well . They mostly create a world of wonders for themselves and have distinct contributions towards art or way of life . Eg : Walt Disney , Ewan Mcgregor in big fish

Scorpio men give high school bad boy vibes , their upper body might be larger then their lower body , fellas don't skip leg day

Wanna start content creation or wanna be a singer , check your moon sign , a popstar might become popular based on the emphasis on either vocal range, lyricism, performance (credits to the instagram reel i watched lol i lost the link ) eg : scorpio women embody the performer persona most strongly , for example: Beyonce , Miley Cyrus , Lady gaga etc (vedic - Vishakha)

Cancer sun women mostly embody the trashy girl aesthetic.

Though widely considered meek , the cancer sun embodies a badass feministic yet kind vibe to them eg : Princess Diana , Selena Gomez , MIA, Frida Kahlo , often turn out to be revolutionaries and make changes in their own fields .

Pluto in the 5th is an amazing placement for fashion designers or in the field of marketing in the field , eg: Coco chanel , Miuccia Prada , Donatella Versace etc . 5th is the house of creativity and pluto being in it bring something out of the ordinary to make the person famous.

Pluto in 5th might also suffer from a turbulent childhood often with home relocation or absent parents

Mercury in 9th might be forced to grow up earlier , these people embody wisdom beyond years, often time resulting in void eg : Drew Barrymore, Mila Kunis lying about her age to get roles , Brooke shields .

Mercury in 9th is also a good placement for writers, eg : Sylvia plath , Agatha Christie, Emily Bronte .

Sidereal

Purva Bhadrapada women are very activist and stand for what they believe in , they make really good points in an debate👏

Punarvasu sun will give you fuller lips . Mostly downturned

Gemini men often have a wild chemistry with Sagittarius men 😭😂 the gemini man either admires the Sagittarius or hates them , like a frenemy vibe .

Libra men have the rake energy they flirt with everyone but they also make you feel like you're the only girl 😭 tf

Moon conjunct Saturn is said to give a bad relationship with mother but I have observed that if it is in the 12 th house it actually gives a good relationship, as there's more understanding .

As a jupiterian myself I won't advise to dye your hair blonde if you have prominent jupiter ,it makes me even more delusional. I would recommend brown for grounding and inviting creativity in your life .

Idk mars dom men are too good to me I like them so much, I've seen that in other cases as well so I will say jup dom 🤝 mars dom.

Rahu doms are underdogs yall , mostly people underestimate them until one day they put all their energy into something and prove themselves .

Uttara Ashadha girls act as they're stupid but they're observing so much , they might have really captivating eyes , puppy eyes if I say .

If two people have asc-moon synastry , they love each other and loathe each other because of their similarities , their is also a tendency of copying the others gestures or fashion .

Ketu doms push people away and then say they're lonely , it takes a lot to understand the inner rich world of ketu doms , which I think venus doms get to a degree.

Rohini people have a certain liking towards the metal of gold , and it will bring you auspiciousness if you buy them gold.

That's all for today hope yall enjoyed , I think you can read both observations interchangeably hehe I tried a new format hope yall like it . Dm me if you want to book a chart reading or an astrology reading 🫶

Thank you for reading

[slutforfinnickodair]

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐢𝐲𝐤𝐰𝐢𝐦, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭!𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫!𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐡𝐢:) 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐.𝟗𝐤

The whole atmosphere of the set up room where the interview was taken was quite energetic. Before the show started people took their seats in the crowd, waiting for the other person who was going to get interviewed.

Of course, you blended in easily because you bought your own ticket, so it wouldn’t be obvious that you went in and everything was dealt with. No, you still wanted to wait — and so did Hayden announcing your relationship, let alone your pregnancy.

You sat in your seat as you anxiously played with your fingers, cracking them slightly and bouncing your leg up and down. You were really excited for this interview because let's be honest here — you loved Star Wars. Even the original trilogy was really close to your heart. And you were actually jumping in your room when you saw Ariana Grande’s new music video that was loosely based on one of your favorite movies. You loved to see that the two things in your life you liked most at the time were combined into one of your favorite songs to this day. {Apologizing in advance if you don’t like Break Free, but honestly I’m a huge Arianator :( }

You saw the curtains ruffle as they got pulled apart and Hayden walked out from behind them. You smiled at him warmly as you watched him walk towards one the grayish blue couches, while waving towards the crowd. The people around you erupted into loud cheering, some whistling and clapping their hands while you did so too.

Hayden sat down, shook hands with Jimmy and they eventually started speaking about how they first met actually and how Hayden suggested he should get into talk show business. You actually laughed at that, seeing that they were both happy to see eachother again after all of those years.

Jimmy mentioned Ewan getting scared of Hayden in Vader’s suit, making the crowd once again laugh. 

“Does it get really hot in there?” Jimmy asked while Hayden shifted in his seat, chuckling at his question.

“Yeah really, like you sweat buckets in that thing.” Hayden responded. “They actually got this cooling machine that goes under the suit and it splashes cold liquid all over your body so it really feels like you are a creature that this suit holds together.” He chuckled while licking his lips.

You pushed your thighs together.

“By the way you have a beautiful daughter,” Jimmy started while Hayden smiled and the crowd cheered again. “Does she know that daddy is Darth Vader?”

Hayden smiled slightly and thought once more before answering his question.

“She knows daddy is Darth Vader, she’s never seen daddy as Darth Vader.” He said while he got whistling from half of the crowd, and ‘ooo's from the other.

You actually had to slump down lower in your seat if you didn’t want anyone to notice that suddenly your rosy cheeks turned into more like a tomato. You didn’t know why you reacted to his comment like this, even though you knew he was talking about his little girl, but somehow him saying it brought images flooding into your innocent head which later on turned out to be extremely filthy when his dick came into conversation.

This was even proved by the bump that was forming on your stomach.

You looked down at the part of your body where the most precious thing in the world was growing, getting ready to enter the big world. You and Hayden were both very excited to meet your baby, and so were his and your parents. Everyone around your small family circle was very much appreciating that he was finally with someone who deserved him. His parents genuinely liked you, and even said really nice things about you when you weren’t around.

His sisters and his brother were really enjoying your time when you came over from Toronto. Since they lived in Vancouver you always visited at least once a month when Hayden wasn’t away filming but now that you are pregnant he swore that the things he needed to get done would get done with you by his side every moment. That’s how you got to New York.

You really enjoyed the city, it wasn’t the same as you always thought it would be. Coming from France and living there for most of your life you always thought that there wasn’t anything more beautiful than Paris.

Not that New York reached up to the beautiful sights to the city of love, but you still enjoyed your time there. With Hayden it was impossible not to. 

You loved each other equally and even though he always beated you in the ‘I love you more’ game he knew very well that you loved him just the same he did love you.

Hiding something like this for almost five years now is really crazy and hard to manage. No one except your family or the people you really trusted yourself with knew about your relationship with him. You didn’t want him to be the target of the public eye again with dating an ordinary girl who came from the South part of France. It wasn’t something that you’d like to see in the news.

Maybe once your secret will be revealed, but until now it didn’t matter.

“Thank you buddy for being here.” Jimmy shook hands with Hayden while the crowd shared one last final cheering. As they called it to the end, people started to stand up from their seats but before they could rush towards the two or anything, Hayden was escorted to the back of the studio behind the curtains.

Your phone started buzzing in your purse that you had brought with yourself, signalizing that it was time to go home. You smiled to yourself and stood up with everyone else, unnoticingly moving out of the building. Once you were out, you stared at the sky once more before turning back after everyone left their seats. You then saw a dressing room with his name on the white wood with a star shining bright on the door. You walked towards the entry when you heard some footsteps coming from the direction of the set. 

You panicked, trying to twist the knob and it turned out to be locked.

Fuck.

You turned around to face the exit, completely unsure of the fact that you were in the opposite way out from the exit. The main entrance where the guests were coming in was on the east side of the skyscraper while you were on the west side.

You then felt a hand on your shoulder making you turn around the moment you felt the touch. You faced a man dressed in a black suit eyeing you with a curious expression.

“What exactly are you searching here for Miss?” He asked, his voice stern.

No one’s going to believe you that you are supposedly Hayden Christensen’s secret wife. You would probably get kicked in the ass — or something slight because your tummy was already showing.

“I..um.” You started mumbling while pointing to the door. “Geez.” You chuckled. “Is this the dressing room?” You tried making it look funny that you just accidentally twisted the knob into a private part of the building.

This was the reason you almost failed drama class. You sucked at acting.

“She’s fine. Let her go.” You heard a familiar voice say while the bodyguard turned around, his headset still in his ear.

Your expression lightened the moment you saw Hayden and his did too. 

“Mr she tried breaking into your room.” The guard said, still unsure why he would let someone go who wanted to maybe attack him.

Hayden smiled slightly while shaking his head and walking next to you while you kept looking at his beautiful face.

“I’m sure it wasn’t on purpose. Right Miss?” He asked you while you tilted your head at him.

“Y..yes.” You mumbled as the blush on your cheeks got into an even deeper shade of red.

“Good.” He said while nodding at the bodyguard to leave you two alone. He looked at him like he was crazy, but then he looked down at your hand, a similar ring he saw before creeping into his mind.

“Mrs Christensen.” He nodded towards you while turning around and leaving.

“Wha..” You tried but then Hayden lifted his hand.

“You didn’t take it off?”

“I never do.” He responded.

“But Hayden..” 

“I don’t want to talk about this here and now. Okay?” His question left some confusion inside of you while you pulled at your lips and nodded slightly.

He tilted his head while looking at you, smiling once he saw that you were calm enough to take you back to his car. 

“Come.” He whispered while taking your hand. You followed shortly after him, shuddering once the chilly weather hit your skin. Goosebumps started to form on your tanned skin, making Hayden shrug out of his jacket.

“Baby we are a few blocks away. You are wearing a shirt.” You tried but he set the jacket on your shoulders, the fabric covering most of your upper body and some of your thighs. 

You always remember how easily he got sick. Even when he was wearing a knitted sweater in October he would have a 39 degree fever. 

“You are in charge of two.” He said while taking his keys out of his pants. You bit the inside of your cheek, starting to feel that you were maybe getting on his nerves with all of the protesting and that he had to tell one more person about your secret.

You stayed quiet from then on, staring at the road that the headlights lightened up. You were chewing on your bottom lip nonstop, leaning your head against your palm as you watched the skyscrapers vanish inside the gray clouds. Your house that Hayden rented for a month was actually out of the city on a calmer side of the East Coast.

“I’m sorry baby.” He started while you looked at him, curiosity shining in your eyes. “I’m sorry that we have to hide this. And I’m so tired of this shit. I want everyone to know that you are mine, but at the same time I don’t want you to be followed wherever you go. I want you to live the life that you lived before.”

You actually wanted to scoff at that. The life you lived before meeting him was full of problems, and even though you were already twenty seven when meeting him, he clearly saw that the problems that were hanging on your shoulders were the same as a girl’s who is still in highschool junior class. You sighed.

“Hayden I chose to let that life go a really long time ago. So if that’s the only thing keeping you away from throwing it at the public eye that you have been married for three years now, okay. Go.” You said while placing your hand on top of his on the transmission.

“I love you.” You said. “And I wouldn’t care if a million people by tomorrow would be banging at the front door, if I can go through this with you.” Your voice cracked by the end as you got emotional again. 

You heard him sigh before he spoke up.

“I love you more.” He whispered while you rolled your eyes at his playful institcs. He was able to make such an emotional moment a fit of laughter.

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He was actually showering for at least twenty minutes now, and you missed your husband’s cuddles and his warm body pressed up against you so you decided to tie your hair up into a messy bun because you didn’t want to get it wet, slipping off the shirt you had borrowed from him.

The door slightly cracked open, giving you a clear view of his ass. You smirked to yourself as you saw that one of his hands was on the tiles, whilst the other wasn’t so clear what was doing.

You looked at his fine back more than you should have, but no one else saw you staring at his butt so why not? Plus..you had a right to.

So with that you quietly stepped into the bathroom through the threshold and stripped down to your underwear, taking those off too. The steam from the hot water was filling the whole room, making the wetness erupt on your face. 

Your already heated cheeks felt like burning as you stepped into the shower behind him. His hands stilled the moment you pulled the glass away. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder while tilting your head up.

The warm water ran over the two of you both while you flattened your palms out on his lower stomach, rubbing them against his skin, kneading it.

“I saw what you were doing.” You whispered against his shoulder while you heard him chuckle. Hayden took your hands into his while turning around to face you.

“You didn’t see a thing.” He smirked while you raised your eyebrows.

“So it wasn’t your hand stroking that?” You pointed downwards while you saw some slight pink rush into his cheeks. You grinned while he rolled his eyes.

“Okay maybe I got a little carried away.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Just a little?” You tilted your head.

“A little.” He whispered before lowering his head to kiss you.

The height difference was crazy.

The kiss seemed to deepen as Hayden wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to himself but aware of the baby bump he kept a safe distance. You giggled as you felt the baby kick once your skin collided with his.

“Did he just kick me?” He asked while you let out a loud giggle, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“I think so.” You mumbled against his skin while you felt his hand wander down their way on your butt.

He squeezed one of your cheeks playfully while you feeling sensitive let out a soft moan.

“That felt good?” He smirked.

“It’s not my dick brushing against you is it?” You asked.

Then he suddenly picked you up by your inner thighs. You let out a gasp as the sudden motion hit you, your gaze falling down on his face as he turned to press you up against the wall.

“Hayden.” His name fell from your lips as your hands settled on his shoulders. “What are you doing?” You felt your stomach tense as he rubbed himself against you.

“Feeling you up.” He said while you gasped again as his tip hit the top of your clit. He kept rubbing himself between your folds as you held onto him, kissing his lips.

You felt his cock twitch against your lips, making you squirm while he groaned.

“I’m close.” He mumbled, one of your hands coming up to his chin to tilt it upwards. 

“Look into my eyes as you cum on my pussy.” You whispered, making him shoot his eyes open and stare at you, his blue eyes burning into yours.

When he started letting out grunts you knew he was really close. His dick twitching, you took one of your hands and slid it down on your body, reaching his tip.

You started working your fingers on it, smiling at the view of your husband trying to contain his pleasure.

“Let it all out.” You mumbled. “I want to hear you.” Your hand went up from his chin to his cheek, your thumb rubbing against his flesh while your fingers on the other hand worked faster on his tip.

“Fuck!” He gasped and tried tilting his head back as you felt his seed shoot on your pussy, his tip smearing it everywhere.

You grabbed the back of his head and held him to look in your eyes as he came down from his high.

Your fingers that were on his tip now were rubbing your clit with his cum dripping down on it. You let out a mewl as his cock softened, but his calloused fingers took the place of yours and started to collect the smeared come.

Once he was sure he collected most of his he pressed two of his fingers into you, making you dig your heels into his back as he fingered you.

“Hayden.” You tilted your head against the tiles while he stared up at you, that smug smile on his face while his fingers brushed against your G-spot.

“I feel you.” He murmured while you moaned. “Come on my fingers Sweetheart.” Your hands immediately flew to his hair, grabbing it and tilting his head upwards so you could kiss him again.

“Oh my fucking god.” You writhed as he kept fucking his fingers into you. The coil in your stomach was so tight, and it suddenly popped making you scream his name as some tears flew out of your eyes at how powerful your orgasm was.

Hayden then rested his forehead against yours kissing your nose, cheeks and your forehead too, eventually giving you a big kiss on the lips and placing you down on the tiles while still holding you.

“This was amazing.” He said while you held into him, kissing his neck.

“Better than jacking off alone?” You teased while he groaned and made you laugh.

“Surely, Sweetheart."

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the thing is, roman wasn't going to give a eulogy about logan roy, his dad. he was going to give a speech about logan roy, his media mogul father.

then ewan happened.

clearly all the logan lore ewan dropped was stuff that kendall, shiv, and roman hadn't heard before. it's why they couldn't look away and listened intently. they were waiting for the moment where they could fully groan and go, 'oh great, here we go' and have someone escort ewan away. but then their jaws kinda dropped. because ewan actually gave an honest and sincere account of their father. ewan is probably one of the few other people in the room who actually knew logan. the person logan. not the media mogul titan logan. and that's why roman couldn't speak afterward. he was about to go onstage and spew a bunch of political, business-related bullshit about his father without actually ever saying anything real (we know this because his entire practice speech was about his dad's accomplishments). ewan came in and destroyed that plan. he forced roman to contend with the reality of his father as a human being, who roman misses very dearly and loved very much.

it wasn't hard to "pre-grieve" a media titan. of course roman was blasé about that. but he never grieved his dad

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No but the insane thing is for the most part Tom justifies him but doesn’t even defend him. He’s called Aegon a villain several times as well as a “dark character” and openly says he supports Rhaenyra more AS a character. Same with Ewan saying he sees Aemond’s actions as understandable but he’s still very destructive and started the war. Even most of TG’s actors don’t support their characters even when they empathize with them and it clearly makes HBO and PR seethe but the fandom could certainly learn a thing or two from them.

Green Stan - It was implied Aegon was an abuser in the books, and don't forget about his child fighting pits. People liking Aegon baffles me, there's nothing to like, or defend (no offence to the actor, even he defends him) There's nothing to like of him in the show especially. He's just a horrid child. His own mother doesn't even like him Lmao

Exactly. 😂