Harry is aware that he’s been likened to Mick Jagger a lot in the past, but specifically reprising his part in honor of Live Aid seems like a bit too much.
in honor the 40th anniversary of live aid, solo artists harry styles and louis tomlinson decide to recreate the dancing in the street music video done then by mick jagger and david bowie. the only problem is harry and louis don’t exactly like each other all that much.
all we need is music (4.4k)
written for @moon-sun-thyme for their donation to @fandomtrumpshate
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
After the Battle of Five Armies, Thorin has resigned himself to never seeing Bilbo again. Almost a year later, his hobbit is back in Erebor, angry and tired, and demanding to stay.
This fic was inspired by Winter's Call by @teaxdragon. It was supposed to be a fun little romp, but Thorin was being Thorin. Hope you enjoy!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Shetland (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ruth Calder/Alison McIntosh
Characters: Alison McIntosh, Ruth Calder
Additional Tags: 5 Things, Undressing, Pre-Relationship, Developing Relationship, Cold Weather, Strip Poker, Co-workers
Summary:
And then Ruth’s topless and Tosh is standing there not knowing where to put her face.
Well, she’s not topless-topless, thank god. Tosh is trying very hard to seem like she hasn’t noticed and doesn’t care what kind of bra Ruth is wearing, or what’s inside it. But it’s too late, she has noticed, and it’s a sensible plain cream bra, and fantastic tits.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: The Mechanisms (Band)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Jonny d'Ville & The Mechanisms Ensemble, Jonny d'Ville & Ashes O'Reilly
Characters: Jonny d'Ville, Ashes O'Reilly, Raphaella la Cognizi, Nastya Rasputina, The Mechanisms Ensemble
Additional Tags: Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Panic Attacks, Medical Trauma, Nightmares, Trauma, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:
“Okay, everyone in favour of letting them stay, raise their hand.”
Ashes raises their own first, and one by one, the rest of the crew follows. Ivy doesn’t raise her eyes from her book, but waves absentmindedly a few times. Nastya settles for a shrug, but doesn’t protest. Jonny stands frozen, watching them. Then Ashes nods decisively.
“Okay, anyone against?” they ask, sounding rather bored. Jonny raises his hand, his fingers tingling. They don’t even look at him. “No? Great, welcome aboard.”
The crew gains two new members, and Jonny isn't happy about it. Not happy at all.
A/N: Kinds proud of this, idk. I don’t really like it but I want to put something out because I really just want to write🥲, anyways, here ya go! (this also takes place the night after Jack and Niki tried to kill tommy, and I swear, I'm a Niki apologist, I just love angst)
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“Can you please just look at me? Look me in the eyes and tell me you regret it.”
She wasn’t looking at you. Her face was glued to the floor and she wasn’t going to look up. You knew that. Her pink hair was now out of its regular two, neat buns and messily thrown around on her head. Her clothes reeked of nuclear gasses and her face was showered with disappointment and anger.
To think only a day ago you were lying down, cuddling with her and watching the sunset on a beautiful pond. Her arms entangled with yours, your faces pressed together. That night was so nice. Just being with her in the moment, almost forgetting everything that had happened in your god forsaken lives.
But Niki didn't forget, no she went for revenge against a child. A kid who had been through so much shit, he didn't even realize he was about to be killed by the people he trusted most.
“You don't know how it feels.” Your face perked up at her finally responding. “You don't know how it feels to come to a place and be completely alone, and then your first and best friend starts a fucking war for something a stupid as a country. He made a little battalion and challenged the most POWERFUL MAN ON THE SERVER!”
She was facing you now. Eyes glassy with tears yet to fall. She was holding them in, she didn't want to seem defeated. After every emotion she's feeling right now, grief, anger, failure, she couldn't afford to feel defeated.
She looked into your eyes for a little longer before continuing on, “I cried myself to sleep every night during that war. I was so scared that my first friend was going to lose his life fighting in stupid battle he never should’ve fought in. He was all I had and when he finally won, I could feel the world lift off my shoulders. My best friend had made it through, I thought that was it, no more struggles and no more pain.”
It hurt to see her like this. It really did. You had joined the SMP after Wilbur's death so you didn't know her before the pain she felt. Yet you still managed to fall in love with her, all aspects of her, pain or not.
She continued on. “Then that stupid kid started shit again. You just can’t calm him down.” She gave a little chuckle, like she could remember the good times of the original L’manburg “And everyone followed him, no, encouraged him. Sooner or later, he and Wilbur were exiled and I lost Wilbur again, and then I lost him for good. So yes, I tried to kill Tommy, and I tried to get rid of all where my problems seem to come from. I will look you in the eyes and tell you I don't regret it. I don't regret shit.”
And just like that, you had her response. Maybe she was like this when you first saw her and you were just blinded by love, but at that moment, you knew that the girl you loved was gone. Any aspect of her before the pain had disappeared. And so that was it. You two stood there for about a couple more minutes before you broke the moment and went for the door. She looked down again, now letting the tears fall, yet still not making a sound. You went to open the door before speaking.
“Goodbye Niki.”
“Goodbye, My love”
You closed the door behind you, sucking a deep breath before making your way home. You had just walked out on the love of your life. The girl you would hug and cuddle. The girl who would sit by you on a nearby beach and would mumble sweet things into your hair before you both fell asleep, waking to each other in the morning. But she said it herself, she didn't have any regrets. And as you stood there in the deep night, you wished you could say the same.
