Ewan McGregor imagines and one-shots

Imagine #13 (Ewan McGregor)

I stood off to the side while Ewan posed for pictures on the red carpet. The press were shouting his name, forcing him to look in different directions. He knew I wasn't a fan of the flashing lights and demands, so Ewan had let me stay in the back while he stayed out for the two of us.

Eventually, he was shuffled out by other actors who were getting their pictures taken as well, and he met me behind the wall. "How're you doing?" Ewan asked softly, brushing a strand of hair back from my face.

"I'm alright," I said.  "I'm sorry that I wasn't out there with you."

"No worries," he replied, kissing my forehead. "I want you to be as comfortable as possible."

I smiled at him. "You have no idea how much I appreciate it, Ewan."

"Your well-being is all the answer I need," he said quietly. "And I would do anything to keep you happy."

I could only respond by embracing him tightly, and Ewan hugged back, putting his strong arms around me. I had never felt more safe than when I was with him, and words did not do justice to how I felt about him.

He was my guardian angel.