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xxwhiskeyxx · 2 years ago

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Love Trope February! Best Friends Sibling: Alpha x Chubby! Reader

When Omega had been summoned, unexpectedly another ghoul appeared alongside him, it turned out to be his younger sibling (Y/N), another Quintessinal ghoul. Cue it being 10 years later, Alpha and Omega are best friends and is in love with his besties little sibling who is also in love with him. Of course, neither of them knows that but there is a plot afoot. A game of Truth or Dare may end in finally getting the pair together.

3.8k Words (possibly the shortest fic I have made yet)

GN Reader but they are chubby and got an ass and hips like their brother

Decided to use Alpha cause big boy doesn't get much love except people making him a villain or mean, big man deserves some loves!

- Love Whiskey

Sometime in 2006

When Omega had been summoned, unexpectedly another ghoul appeared alongside him. Now it’s not uncommon for there to be a double summoning if two ghouls happen to be next to each other or have a deep connection, so when a smaller ghoul appeared next to the much larger one, Primo and Sister just looked at each other, hoping the smaller is also a Quintessinal. “Hello, young ones, welcome to the Ministry. You have been summoned to assist in the spreading of our Dark Lord’s word, I am Papa Emeritus, I will allow you two to get settled and adjusted to the top layer before assigning your tasks. Alpha, Water, come and help our new additions.” Primo says, gesturing for a large ghoul in a mask to come forward.

Unsurprisingly the newly summoned did not react pleasantly, but what was unexpected was that it was the little one who jumped over in front the larger and snarled at the large ghoul, “Syat hte fukc awya!” (stay the fuck away!) the little ghoul hissed, Alpha bristles with returned snarl before Water grabs his arm. “Easy, they’re scared, you were the same when first summoned remember Wildfire?” Making the Fire ghoul scoff but back up, crossing his arms over his chest, shaking his head

Water nods before slowly approaching, baring his throat and holding his hands up in a sign of peace, “Wel dnto maEn ayn hram ew jsut wnta ot hepl, od uyo sepak gnileish?” (We don’t mean any harm; we just want to help. Do you speak any English?) Water speaks softly as he kneels near the pair, not wanting to spook them. The larger built ghoul gently places a hand on the smaller shoulder as he rises to a knee, “Yes, we do. Forgive my sibling; they aren’t privy to strangers and tends to be quite protective. I am Omega, and this is (Y/N); we’re both Quintessinal ghouls.” Omega says, helping his sibling to their feet. Water nods as he offers a blanket to the naked pair; they tend to bring extras in instance that there is a double summoning such, to which (Y/N) eyes warily before accepting once their brother wraps it around himself.

That day, Omega and (Y/N) become part of the Ministry; Omega becoming the beloved rhythm guitarist for Terzo, who always seemed to have a soft spot for the large male even before they wed on stage together, while (Y/N) became an aid to the band, absolutely refusing to separate from their brother during long tour legs, and where they quickly caught onto the guitar, piano, and bass. This is how they became their brother’s and Water’s guitar techs, assisting ChAir if they had an issue, zooming backstage to ensure everything is set and tuned for every Ritual.

It is now 2016, it had been 10 years at this point since their summoning, now incredibly close with everyone in the band, even the grouchy Fire ghoul Alpha, who had quickly became their brother’s best friend. But something they kept hidden from the hot-headed ghoul is that they had grown to love him, even suspecting him to be their destined mate, but with how he treated them as a little sibling like Omega does, they just pushed away the feelings.

‘(Y/N)! My string snapped, please I need my backup!’ Water cries through the mental link; having formed a pack with the other band members allowing them to communicate telepathically, ‘Oh you couldn’t wait another 30 minutes to see little ole me?’ (Y/N) teases, grabbing the white bass from its case and subtly slipping onto the stage, quickly swapping with Water within a slight break in the middle of He is. ‘Thankfully the Ritual is almost over’ they think as they slip back off the stage, not noticing a certain lead guitarist staring at them from his spot near Terzo.

A few songs later, the band line up for their final bows before coming backstage to pack up and get ready for the long next few days as they made their way to the next venue a state over.

“Thanks little star, you saved my ass. It just had to snap right before the show ended.” Water grins, ruffling (Y/N)’s hair. The Quintessential ghoul was quite small for their element though, they held the curvy, full-figured stature that is known for Quints, standing over a foot shorter than their brother and Alpha, half a foot with ChAir and Water; Little Earth, or Pebble as the little quint called them, and (Y/N) were only a couple inches apart, the pair having bonded over them being runts of their elements. “You know I hate that name, you water nymph, but your welcome” (Y/N) says, batting off the bassist’s hands, “Oh come on, you love it starshine, admit it. Almost as much as you lo-” Water is cut off by the small hand slapping over his mouth and a hissed, “Shut the fuck up you brastd !” (bastard). “I only told you that because I was drunk, do not say it with him this close. We both know he doesn’t see me like that and I don’t wanna ruin things.” they say, dropping their hand.

Water gives them a sad look, “Starshine, I’ve told you that hot head is head over claws for you. I don’t know how you don’t see that pitiful kicked puppy look he gets whenever you don’t sit next to him and how l he glares daggers at Pebble when you two cuddle up with each other.” Water says as he passes his bass case off to a roadie before they start walking towards the green room. (Y/N) glances over to where their brother and Alpha are both flirting with a staff member, probably going to double team the poor girl, and all they can hope is to walk in on them again.

It’s not like they haven’t seen their brother or any of the other ghouls naked, ghouls aren’t ashamed by nudity like humans; but that doesn’t mean they want to see their brother and the person they have feelings for taking someone to Paris, shivering and gagging at the memory. “Water, I love that you always try to make me feel better, but I know that he doesn’t see me like that. Plus I’m pretty sure that Omega threatened to declaw him if he ever tried to approach me.”(Y/N) half-heartedly jokes, staring sadly as the giggling techie is pulled off by their brother towards wherever the nearest empty room is, followed closely by grinning Alpha.

Water rolls his eyes as he sees the scene, the dumbass Fire ghoul had personally threatened him that if he catches him trying anything with the small Quintessence ghoul, he’d personally burn all his books and bed; along with the fact he cannot count the number of times Omega had complained to him about how Alpha is always rambling on and on about how perfect he thinks (Y/N) is while drunk or stoned out of his mind. But he also knows his dumbass pack mate is trying to fuck away his feelings because he’s convinced he shouldn’t have feelings for his best friend’s sibling, that its wrong and he’s scared of ruining their friendship if it ever came out.

(Y/N) is rambling on now about some new movie they wanna see soon as Water tunes back in, changing into his street clothes, a hooded sweatshirt and some jeans, “Do you think we can watch it later? Or do you think the other’s are gonna wanna play uno or something later?” (Y/N)’s voice breaks through his thoughts, “Huh? Oh yeah, I mean we can always watch it tomorrow if we can’t tonight, we’re on the road for the next 3 days remember. I’ll make that special candy popcorn you like, with that chocolate shit.” Water says as he turns back to the little ghoul sitting on the couch who squeals happily, “Thank you! You ready to head back now or Do you think the horny duo will be done soon, I just got t-”

(Y/N) is cut off by the door slamming open and a seethed Alpha storming in, followed by a silent but equally pissed Omega, “Stupid slut, couldn’t keep her fucking mouth shut! I can’t believe she fucking thought she could say that and we’d want to stay!” Alpha snarls, throwing his mask harshly onto the couch. The siblings make eye contact, ‘What the fuck happened?’ the younger asks, an equally concerned Water stands nearby, ready to calm the pissed off Fire ghoul at a moments notice.

‘That staff member that had been flirting with us and we pulled away? Yeah she made a very offensive comment about you while we were trying to get underdressed, pissed Alpha and I off, then had to gall to get mad when we stopped and left.’ Omega says, voice barely above a growl, ‘What was it? I don’t care how rude it was, I’m used to it, Mega, you know this.’ the small ghoul says, debating on if they need to go calm the raging Fire ghoul, who is currently snarling out every curse word in both infernal and english he can think of.

‘Little star, it was very harsh…but basically she made a disgusting comment about your weight and how she thinks you’re a ‘desperate fat cow who hangs around guys they could never get’ having clearly not realizing you were my sibling and that we care for you a lot more than some loose cunt.’ their brother’s eyes pitching in anger. (Y/N) sits there shocked, they couldn’t believe some stupid human would say that about someone who was clearly close to the band, the comment didn’t hurt because their so used to worse comments back at the Abbey and the pit but “Desperate cow who hangs around guys they could never get” rings in the back of their head, but they shake it off.

Deciding that they have to call their friend before he kills somebody, (Y/N) stands and slowly starts toward him, “Alpha, look at me please.” His head snaps towards them, normally warm sunset colored eyes now dangerously flickering like the blazing Sun, “You gotta calm down, who cares what some stupid human thinks, I know I don’t. It’s okay, we can just forget it.” they keep their voice soft, carefully stepping closer to the seething guitarist, the room near boiling from his anger, “It isn’t fucking okay, (Y/N)! What she said is fucking disgusting, that cunt is satan blessed lucky that Papa doesn’t allow us to hurt humans or they would’ve had to scrub that bitch off the fucking walls!” he yells, shaking in anger as he stands with his arms crossed over his chest.

What that techie had said had pissed off Alpha to no end, that pathetic meat sack insulted the sweetest, most beautiful ghoul he had ever set his eyes on. It doesn’t matter if he can’t tell them about his feelings, it won’t stop him from protecting them from any type of cruelty. Omega had to physically drag him away from the girl before he almost slammed her through the wall as soon as the words left her lips.

(Y/N) puts their hands on his arms, pushing calming Quintessence into the angry male in hopes of helping calm him faster, “Alpha, I promise it’s fine, I appreciate you defending me, but it’s not the first and definitely not the last time someone will make some dumbass comment about me, I’m used to it. I don’t give a single shit what anyone outside of our pack or Papa thinks, you’re the only ones whose opinions matter to me. Stupid bitch is probably mad I got a fatter ass than she does.” they snicker as they feel him start to calm, “Now please calm the fuck down, Fire Boy, your roasting us alive. As much as I love being reminded of the Pit, I don’t think Papa will appreciate having to explain why the green room feels like a volcano.” they tease. Alpha finally realizes just how hot the room is, Water having had to leave a few minutes ago so he didn’t dehydrate, actively tries to lower his body temperature.

Giving a defeated sigh, “I know, half-pint, but I ain’t gonna let some human disrespect my favorite Quint, sorry Meg,” he shoots a grin at his friend, “best believe I’ll beat any ass that says anything rude about you.” the large ghoul says, knocking his, now unglamored, horns against the shorter’s, “Thanks high-rise, your the best Fire ghoul I know, now hurry the fuck up and get changed so we can get back on the bus. I wanna watch this cool movie or play something, I don’t care which!” they say, hugging the now much cooler ghoul before turning and leaving.

Omega shoots a shit-eating grin and wiggles his eyebrows at his friend, “Oh, your the best Fire ghoul they know,” doing a terribly mimicry of his sibling’s voice before he snorts, “I wonder how that new Fire ghoul we just summoned would like to hear that, he’s been following after them like a lost puppy since they helped him after his summoning. What’s his name, Ifrit?” Omega teases as he moves to get changed, barely dodging when Alpha swats at him with his tail.

“Shut the fuck up! Don’t mention that little shit, I hate how he keeps staring at them all the time, it gives me the creeps.” Alpha hisses as he tugs a shirt over his head. “Oh you’re just jealous, you gotta make a move eventually dude. They’re going to find someone else if you don’t, in fact Ifrit had asked me if I thought he has a chance with them just before we left.” Omega say’s nonchalantly, waiting near the door for his friend, already dressed.

Alpha whips around, boots left untied, “Your fucking kidding, that little fucker! They’re mine, I thought I made that fucking clear!” he hisses but shrinks back when the large Quint gives him a steely look, “(Y/N) isn’t ‘yours’. You haven’t placed a claim, fuck Alpha, you haven’t even told them how your dumbass feels! Just because you constantly scent them doesn’t mean anything, they smell equally of Pebble, ChAir, Water, and me; in fact I think Water’s scent is even stronger than yours.” Omega says, a teasing edge to the last sentence. Alpha’s eye twitches before pulling the helmet on with a huff, “Fuck off, lets get going before Terzo leaves us again.” he grunts, dragging a cackling Omega out of the venue and towards the tour bus.

Once on board they find (Y/N) and a tipsy Water sitting on the floor in front of Little Earth and buzzed Zephyr on the couch, apparently some drinking game with a bottle of whiskey and rum off to the side.

“Hey! So we decided to watch the movie tomorrow so Water suggested Truth or Dare, wanna join?” (Y/N) says, scooching to make room for the two new arrivals, who each take a spot. Omega on the couch with Zephyr, who had almost immediately dove into his lap, and Alpha next to the small Quintessinal ghoul. A few rounds pass, Omega starting to join Water and Zephyr’s buzz as (Y/N) and Earth hurled ruthless dares and truths at him (one of which was suck off Secondo or Terzo, to which he almost downed half the bottle with a huge blush) and it is now Water’s turn once again, who turns to the smallest of the group.

“(Y/N), truth or dare?” he slurs, leaning back on his arms. They think for a minute before answering, “Dare, I’m not scared of you.” they say with a smirk, a slight blush from the alcohol filling their cheeks, their not drunk but it warms their belly, “Oh your gonna regret that little star, we’ve moved into hard mode, no more passes! I dare you toooo.” Water says, looking around the room before his gaze lands on Alpha and a menacing grin fills his face, “Make Alpha make a pretty sound for us.” he grins.

Both immeditaly tense and flush, awkwardly glancing at each other. “Pass” they quickly reach for the bottle but Water smacks their hand, “No more passes remember, gotta do it or you have to do as I say for a week!” he cackles, falling onto his side. (Y/N) glares at him, hating that they made that bet earlier, “Fuck you Water, fine.” they huff before turning to the flushed Fire ghoul who stares at them with wide eyes, ‘You really don’t have to, I can fa-’ he offers, eyes looking everywhere but the curvy ghoul.

But before he can finish his sentence, they’re straddling his lap, planting themselves directly on his crotch, “Where’s the fun in that, plus Water will know.” they purr in his ear, the alcohol making them feel quite bold despite the blush covering their cheeks.

All eyes are now on the pair, which (Y/N) ignores as they look over the handsome man, they had heard from their brother that Alpha’s neck is quite sensitive, “Best friends can fuck each other, cant always help who you go into heat with, little star.” he had teased.

Smirking at the memory as they slowly lean forward, enjoying when they hear how his breath hitches as their warm breath teases his throat, before latching onto his pulse point. The sudden rush of stimulation causes a loud reedy whine to escape the Fire ghoul as his hands fly up to grip their wide hips while (Y/N) proceeds to suck a hickey into his red and orange cracked skin. His eyes screwing shut as pleasure courses through his veins, unable to help how he buck’s up into them.

They finally pull away with a pleased look, admiring the dark bruise prominent against the pale skin of the Fire ghoul’s throat, before they purr a soft “Good boy~” into his ear, nipping at the point of it just to fuck with him.

The small ghoul goes to move off his lap, but his grip tightens, making them look back at Alpha to find that his eyes blown wide. “Can we talk outside, please..” he asks softly, it almost sounds like a plea with how desprete he looks. “Uh sure, continue without us.” they say, getting up once Alpha’s grip loosened, now nervous they crossed the line and he’s going to call them disgusting or say to pretend it never happened.

Following the older ghoul outside the bus, snagging their hoodie since it’s cold. They play with their ring in anxiety, the ring Alpha got them soon after they were summoned when he noticed how they picked at their fingers whenever they were nervous or deep in thought, “Here twerp, got this so you can stop fucking up your fingers. Can’t play if your fingers are torn up.” he had said after he tossed the small pouch at them, it had a small star and moon design on the metal piece that spun around the base.

Alpha stands faced away from them, hands pressed to his head as if he’s trying to think of what to say. After a few minutes of silence, (Y/N) decides it’d probably be easier to apologize in case he truly was upset, “I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable…we can just pretend that it never happened, the other idiots are probably too fucked up to remember. I hope this doesn’t ruin anything Alpha…I know you only see me as a little sibling.” they say, looking down at the ground in shame.

Alpha stays silent for a few more moments, and that honestly scares them more than if he was visibly angry, before they hear a quiet, “Fuck it.” When suddenly there’s warm hands cupping their cheeks and even warmer lips pressed against theirs.

The kiss is the most desperate, yet gentle and loving, they had ever experiences in their life, the larger clinging to them as if afraid that they will disappear if he lets go for even a moment. The young Quint is frozen for a moment before attempting to wrap their arms around the tallers neck when he suddenly pulls away.

Alpha is shaking as those sunset eyes dart around their face “I..have wanted to do that for so fucking long, Starshine. I don’t see you as a damn younger sibling…you mean so much more than that. To me, you are the most beautiful, sweetest, intelligent , stubborn thing I have ever met and I love you so fucking much” his voice cracking slightly as his emotions pour out, “That’s why I was so pissed off earlier, someone insulted the one I love more than anything in this satan damned universe…I was a dick for flirting with them in front of you. I never should have even looked at another person when you were around, I just…I was convinced you didn’t want me the same way I did you. You didn’t deserve that…” he takes a deep shuddering breath.

(Y/N looks confused, “You..love me? Your not just saying that to fuck with me? Because if you are, I will fucking chop your dick off and I’m pretty sure Omega and Water will do even worse.” they stutter, hands coming up to cup the warm cheeks of the Fire ghoul.

Their words make him chuckle, “I never would do that to you, I may be an asshole but I’m not cruel like that” leaning into their touch, “I have loved you since that day I walked in on you dancing to stupid human music while doing the dishes, maybe even before then. I adore ever single thing about you: your caring nature, how you always are willing to help anyone you think needs it” a dopey grin spreads across his face, “Not to mention your confidence and skill, along with the fact you don’t give a shit what anyone thinks, had just made me want you more. I wanna both kill and kiss Water for giving me the chance to tell you, not to mention your brother basically told me grow a fucking pair.” he slowly trails off, sunset eyes searching (e/c). “(Y/N)…Do you…it’s okay if you don’t…” he whispers.

Gently stroking his cheek with a dopey lovesick smile, “I love you too, you big idiot. I was convinced you saw me as nothing other than Omega’s little sibling, I..can’t believe this is happening. This has to be a dream, I drank too much and I’m passed out on the floor.” they giggle. “I promise you half-pint, this is real. Here, Lemme prove it.” is all Alpha says before reconnecting their lips, pressing them back against the cool metal of the bus.

This kiss is slightly different from the last, it is still filled with love, but this one has a hint of neediness and a possessive edge. (Y/N) whines into the kiss when it he warm hands move down from their cheeks, squeezing their hip with one hand as he presses them tightly against him. The Quint opens their mouth first, nipping at the Fire ghoul’s bottom lip in a silent ask for access to which he easily grants. Moaning softly as they begin mapping out the other’s mouths while clinging to each other, hands starting to explore wherever they can reach.

Eventually (Y/N) pulls away for a moment to catch their breath, but Alpha takes it as an opportunity to start making his way down their neck, mouthing and nipping as he making his way towards his target. A breathy moan escapes their lips as he sucks his own mark into their neck, sharp claws digging into broad shoulders and when he bites down.

Once satisfied, Alpha pulls away with a smirk, pressing another kiss to their lips when the door bursts opens and Omega leans out with a drunken smirk, “Fucking finally, now as happy as I am for you two, I’d appreciate if you didn’t fuck my baby sibling in the parking lot while it’s 36 degrees out.” he slurs,

(Y/N) whines in embarrassment and hides their face in Alpha’s chest as he laughs, “You heard the man, I think I would rather fuck you in a warm bunk than cold metal for our first time, we can test out other settings at a later date~” he nips their ear, earning a squeak and then a yelp as he tosses them over a broad shoulder, hand on their ass.

“Put me down you asshole, I can walk perfectly fine!” they shriek, pounding on Alpha’s back, “For now, my little minx~” he teases as he walks past a cackling Water and Earth, both of who are catcalling the pair while Omega sits back down, drawing a passout of Zephyr into his lap, smirking after the new couple.

He had been routing for his best friend and sibling for years, having been so close to shoving the pair in a closet, saying “Seven Minutes in Heaven, they love you, he loves you, have fun and don’t make any kits yet!” but Zephyr had given the idea of using Truth or Dare that night to make it happen instead. Now they debate on leaving the bus for food, deciding quickly when a loud possessive growl rumbles from the bunk area followed by a high-pitched whine

There’s a moment of silence before “Denny’s?” Earth offers, “Hell yeah, I’ll just carry Zephyr.” Omega says, everyone yanking on their shoes. They eventually return a few hours later, doggy bags for the new couple to find a pair of happily purring Fire and Quintessence ghouls, partially naked minus the smaller wearing their new boyfriend’s hoodie and Alpha in boxers, wrapped up and asleep on the couch

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onestowatch · 4 years ago

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Molly Payton Breaks Down the Process Behind Her New ‘Porcupine’ EP

A lot of Molly Payton’s tracks have been written in the tube, when the night is over and booze courses her veins. “It's where I do my best writing,” she laughs. “When I'm absolutely hammered and angry at someone.” It figures: her music is drenched in melancholy, laced with yearning vocals and cutting lyrics about boys who read too much Kerouac and wish they lived in 1972. Still, she has her reservations about the habit. “It's not good,” she jokes, “how as a musician you capitalize off heartbreak. I'm at a point now where if I have a bad experience with a guy I'm like, ‘Sweet, thanks mate! Great song.’”

The New Zealand-born artist moved to London with her mum when she was sixteen. The plan was to stay for only a short stint, but when Molly’s music started taking off that turned into two years (and counting). While Molly had been writing songs and singing for a while at that stage, she hadn’t yet considered making it a career. “In New Zealand I just never really thought of it as a possibility,” she explains. Back then, the main Kiwi artists she knew that had made it big were a couple of bands her parents liked, and Lorde. And while she notes that’s changing, it wasn’t until she’d trekked halfway across the world that pursuing music felt like a tangible possibility. “Moving to London,” she explains, “I was meeting people who it just happened to.”

Those people were the likes of bedroom pop turned breakout rock star beabadoobee, and Oscar Lang, who’s signed with The 1975’s label Dirty Hit. Alongside Molly, they’re part of a crew of talented young London creatives, the kind that make you feel very old and uncool. “They were a really influential group,” Molly says. “I definitely wouldn't have done anything if I hadn't met them. Just being around young people like that who've made what they want to happen was really good for me, to see that it's possible.”

While Molly’s mates may have helped nudge her in the right direction, she’s clearly got the talent to make on her own strength, as evidenced on her debut EP Mess. Released earlier this year and produced by Oscar, it’s a collection of fuzzy acoustic-leaning tracks, inspired by the likes of Jeff Buckley and Leonard Cohen. They’re like wrapping yourself in a warm blanket of nostalgia and show off a voice that could melt steel.

Now Molly’s just released her second EP, Porcupine. This time round she’s taking notes from the 90s bands she has on repeat, including Nirvana and Pavement. It’s aided by the fact after an extensive two-year search, she’s finally got a band of her own to flank her on stage and in the studio. The result is a slick collection of fuller, grungier tracks, the kind you can imagine swaying to in a dingy underground club with sweat lining the walls.

We caught up with Molly from opposite ends of the world to chat writer’s block, pre-show rituals and coming home for summer.

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Ones to Watch: Are you someone who's constantly writing?

Molly Payton: I used to be. But in lockdown I didn't write anything. I think it was partly because I got back from a trip to the States two days before lockdown, and when I was there, I was in writing sessions every day, and I felt like I'd just been squeezed out. I just didn't feel like writing for the first time in my life. But it's coming back now.

Do you have a process?

Not really. Most of my best songs I wrote in like 20 minutes.

Is that just you picking up a guitar and writing everything at the same time?

Throughout my day I'll be having things in my head, but it won't feel like a song, just ideas. Little melodies or playing around with chords. And every once in a while, - it's so nice - I'll just sit there and play something and be like, ‘Oh that sounds good,’ and keep playing. Then I get my phone out and go into my thousand notes of like, two lyrics at a time, and start putting stuff together. And it just happens. It’s the nicest experience. Though in the second EP, two of the singles actually, Warm Body and How to Have Fun, those are the first two songs I wrote with other people in writing sessions.

It must've been a pretty different experience having had that experience of songwriting on your own, then sitting in writing sessions. What was that like?

It depends. I hate some writing sessions. There have been a few that I just wanted to leave. But those two sessions were just fun. I wrote Warm Body with Oli [Barton Wood] who produced the EP. It was the first time we met, and I was so nervous because it was my first ever proper writing session. And he just gave me a guitar and put heaps of distortion on it, then gave me a really shitty mic. Which I think was probably the best first session I could've had.

How come?

Because most of the time it's just someone will have either an acoustic guitar and they'll be like, 'tell me about your ex-boyfriend', or they'll have a drum machine and put a little beat in the computer, and you'll do things really systematically. Whereas Oli was like, just play something and I'll play along, and we'll see if something happens. And that's how Warm Body happened.

You have a really powerful voice - is that a thing that you had to - excuse the cliché - find?

Oh god yeah, I had a really good singing teacher for two years. I wasn't a good singer. I always wanted to, I always sang, but I didn't start singing singing until I was about 15. My teacher was really about giving you confidence. And that's my thing, because I have really, really bad anxiety. Which is funny, because I was such a performer when I was a kid. But the idea of going on stage to someone with such bad anxiety, especially at that age, was terrifying. Which is hard - wanting to be a musician and being fucking terrified of going on stage.

Do you have any pre-show things to help that now?

Beer. [laughs].

Fair.

But I don't get nervous anymore, I don't know if it's because I have a band now... Probably. I have the best band in the world. They're all a bit older and have been doing music forever, so they're crazy talented musicians. And I know when I go on stage with them that if I fuck up, Simon the guitarist will do some crazy shit on the guitar and distract everyone while I get my shit together.

Did moving to London change how you wrote at all?

To be honest I was 16 when I moved here, and in [home country] New Zealand I was quite a shy kid. I hadn't experienced much, then was suddenly thrust into this crazy world. Because the school I went to here, and the people I was mixing with, were so far away from any kind of world I'd experienced before. It was very different, very intense. Going out all the time, having freedom for the first time in my life - and very suddenly - was a bit scary. I don't know if it changed my style of writing, I think that happened more through writing heaps and getting better. But my sound would've changed if I’d stayed in NZ. I met different people, and that would've changed the subject matter. It's hard to say. I don't even know if I’d be writing if I'd stayed in NZ. It's a bit nuts to think about, y’know.

Do you miss New Zealand?

So much. I miss my family, and how fucking pretty it is. London's beautiful but it's beautiful in a sad way. Everything about London makes me feel melancholy.

I lived in London for six years, so know what you mean.

Maybe it's because I’ve watched too many films. I always feel like I'm in a movie here, whereas in New Zealand I feel like a human being. It's also that weird feeling of separation here where no one knew me before. When I moved here, I had this freedom to be who I wanted to be, which was really fun for a while. I was like, ‘I'm gonna be confident, that's my thing now.’ Which was great, and it's nice to have that thing of, ‘No one knows that embarrassing thing I did when I was a kid.’ But after a while you miss having that. I've got four siblings, and I'm the baby. So just missed getting teased. And Christmas. I had Christmas on my own. In London. It was so sad. My mum was back in New Zealand.

That’s tough.

But whenever I say that to people who are living here, they're like, ‘Well why don't you just go back?’ And I’m just like, no of course not, I want to be here. It's London. In the same way it's sad, it's amazing. But I'm coming to NZ for a while so i'm gonna get my feed.

The dream is to just do summer to summer.

The thing is, I'm a winter person, I love winter. I think it's ‘cause I just love a good coat. I love hot drinks.

That's true. Two winter USPs.

There's nothing better than New Zealand winter. We'd go skiing and stay in this rinky dinky little hut and had to hike up the mountain because the lift didn't go. So, you'd have this horrible hike carrying your skis and your bag, then get into this warm hut and sit down and have a hot chocolate. Ugh. I miss winter.

I’ve just had two in a row so you can have one of mine. What are your next music goals?

I’d love to do a proper tour. That's the dream, I'd love to be able to play just every day. But it's weird, I'm such a homebody. Deep down I'm a huge grandpa, it's my secret to surviving London. I have some friends who go on tour and I'm like, ‘How do you survive, how do you manage this lifestyle every day?’ Because they go out after every gig, get trashed and do it again. Whereas I can't handle a hangover. I’m like 'Cancel it all. I’m sleeping today.'

Fair enough.

#Molly Payton #rock #Porcupine

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glitterdreamsz · 6 years ago

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A Penny For Your Thoughts (Part 1)

BoRhap!Roger x reader Summary: The Reader and Roger have been a couple since they were sixteen. But what would happen to their relationship now that Roger’s dream of being a rock star is becoming reality? A/N: I know, I know you’re all waiting for the new chap of Scandalous. But I had this fic in my mind for a while and I really wanted to write it down. The story will be characterised by flashbacks about their relationship to show how it evolved. I know that some times years won’t coincide, sorry for that. I wrote it having BoRhap!Roger in mind but it also works with real Roger Taylor And sorry for any grammar error, English is not my first language. I really hope you like it and don’t be afraid to let me know what you think! Have a nice day xx Words: 3.5k

March 1971

“Good morning pretty face” you said walking inside the biology lab. It was empty except for your boyfriend Roger who was picking his stuff scattered on the desk at the end of the room. As a usual Wednesday morning, you both had early morning classes which meant that you couldn’t see each other before going to the university, so as a ritual you would go to the lab after your photography class and you would find Roger there waiting for you. “How was your class?” he asked putting his last book in his backpack “Just as any other Wednesday but still interesting” you replied as you sat on the desk “What about yours?” your legs were swinging back and forth as you looked at your boyfriend. “Boring, as always” he walked to you, his hands on your bare tight as he made you open your legs so that he could move closer to you and kiss softly your lips. “The only thing I was caring about was that you would have been here at the end of the lesson” You sighed softly “Rog, you need to pay attention during classes, this is our last year.” He always said that what he wanted to do in life was music and was sure that now more than ever he was close to achieving his dream. But he was already sure that he would have made it with Smile and then Tim left them. Now he was in Queen, they were good but still had problems with finding a new bassist, and even though you really wanted to be supportive about his dream, at the same time you wanted him to focus a bit more on university just to be sure that if it didn’t work with music at least he had a backup plan. “We are going to hear this new kid today, he plays the bass and I have a feeling he might be the right one.” You chuckled seeing his facial expression, full of hope.

“Have I already told you how hot you look in this skirt?” he suddenly changed the topic as his hands moved back to your tights. “Rog” you tried to stop him as you already knew what he had in mind, and your thoughts were confirmed as his lips started to leave wet kisses on your neck. “Rog, we’re in the university lab, anyone could walk in at any moment.” “Do you see someone?” he asks with an ironic tone as his finger started to unbutton your blouse. “Only boring people come here to spend their time.” His lips were travelling down your now naked torso. “Still they could come now” You bit your lower lip closing your eyes and running your hand through his hair. “Boring people now are attending other classes” He was down on his knees, his lips on your tights and you tilted your head back, Roger smirked at your reaction. “We both know you want this as much as I do, Penny” and his head disappeared in your skirt.

You were on your way back home to your house, riding through Truro’s street with your bike when the bike chain decided to fall off, cursing you got off from the saddle and sat on the ground trying to figure out how to fix it. After five minutes of cursing, someone approached you “Do you need help with that?” you lift your gaze up and your heart stopped, it was Roger Taylor. He was sixteen just like you and went to the same school as yours, but life was always a bitch and he was in a different class. It wasn’t necessary to say that every girl in the school had a crush on him, even the older ones. “I-I yes...I don’t know how to fix this damn thing” you stuttered, the young boy chuckled and kneeled down and you moved to let him the space to work. “We go to the same school, don’t we?” he asked as he focused on the chain. “Hmh” you simply replied as your eyes focused on his hands. “Here you are, all fixed” he said getting up and rubbing his hands trying to get the chain grass away. “Nice record” he said nodding toward The Who vinyl in your bike basket. “Yeah, I just got it at the record shop.” You replied putting your hands in your skinny jeans pocket. “The one down the street? That’s the coolest one.” “It’s actually my dad’s shop.” “No way.” His eyes widened. “I always go there, how come I never saw you in the shop?” “Because I’m always on the back listening to the new records.” “Makes sense” he chuckled “I’m Roger by the way.” He reached his hand out but seeing how dirty it was he quickly took it away. “I’m Penny” you smiled at him. “Penny? Is that your real name?” He asked at the unusual name. “No” you shook your head chuckling. “I’m (Y/N), but almost everyone calls me by my nickname, Penny.” “How come that nickname?” the boy giggled. "Find a penny, pick it up, and all the day you'll have good luck." You simply answered, just as if it was the most obvious thing, but you got a frown as an answer “I still don’t get it.” “When I was four my dad took me with him to see a football match and his team won. He then took me another time and they won again so he started to think I was his good luck charm. That’s how the name Penny was born” Roger laughed looking at you. “Well, let’s hope that you’ll bring luck also to me and I will be able to see you at the record shop next time I’ll come around.” “You see me every day at school” you bit your lip. “Then I guess you have no other solution than coming out on a date with me.”

You have to bite hard on your lip as you feel Roger’s fingers on your clothed centre. “Already so wet” he wanted to sound sexy but you couldn’t help but laugh “What’s so funny?” he asked as his head popped out from your skirt. “Nothing, just get back down there” you grinned as your hand went back through his hair pushing him gently back down. “Someone is impatient here” he smirked as he took your knickers off and his head disappeared once again between your legs, once you felt his tongue on your wet folds you had to put your hand over your mouth to keep your moans quiet.

“Happy anniversary love” a seventeen years old Roger looked down at you. Your naked bodies tangled together on your small one sized bed “Are you implying that this was your anniversary present?” you frowned as your fingerprints drew some circles on his chest. “What? This was an amazing shag, aren’t you happy with your present?” he grinned not taking away his gaze from you. You pretended to be offended and slapped softly his chest “Hey, hey calm down lady” Roger chuckled as he got up from the bed earning a whine from you “I thought you wanted your present” a big smile appeared on your lips “You really got me a present?” “Which kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” he said as he looked for his trousers, you sat on the bed covering your naked breast with the bed sheet and bit your lip while looking at Roger’s naked figure walking around your room. “Here it is” he walked back to the bed giving you a small package. You took it smiling widely and, as you started to unwrap it, Roger sat behind you laying his chin on your shoulder. Once you took all the paper off you found a black box which once you opened revealed a necklace with a circular pendant with yours and Roger’s name initials engraved on it. “Do you like it?” You nodded “I love it” you could feel his smile against your bare skin “May I?” he asked and you let him take the necklace, your hands went to your hair holding them in a ponytail as your boyfriend put the jewel around your neck. “You know” Roger said as you were cuddled, his hand running up and down your back as your head laid on his chest, your eyes looked up at his breathtaking blue ones. “I found a new meaning to Penny” “Did you?” you chuckled and he nodded proudly “A Penny for your thoughts.” “That makes no sense Rog” you had to hold a laugh. “It does indeed. Because you are what I always think about”

Your grip on the edge of the desk became tighter, your knuckles were almost white as you could feel you were getting closer to your climax. And as you were on the edge the door swung open. “Hey Rog” you immediately recognized the voice and even if your back was facing the door your hands went to your blouse quickly covering your exposed chest. “Fuck Brian!” You almost screamed. “Sorry, sorry… I didn’t mean” he started to stutter seeing the scene in front of him. “Shouldn’t you fucking knock?” you asked, still not facing him as you were buttoning up your blouse. “It’s a lab, I didn’t expect to find this scene in front of me.” He was right. “Is Roger somewhere there?” he asked not being able to see the drummer. “I’m down here mate” your boyfriend said as his head left your skirt and he stood up and smirked at Brian once he saw him. God, did that man had any decency? “Roger, we have to go and listen to the guy. Did you forgot?” “No, I was just a little busy here, but I would have shown up, don’t worry dad.” Roger chuckled while looking at Brian. “Come on lover boy, get yourself in an acceptable look, I’ll be waiting outside in the car.” The guitarist told him while looking at his uncombed hair by your hands. Once Brian left the room and closed the door you jumped down from the desk pushing down your skirt. “I’ll go back home then” you said kneeling down to pick up your panties that laid on the floor but before you could reach them Roger stole them from you and put them in his pocket. “Oh no lady, you are coming with me.” You groaned reaching for his pocket and taking your knickers. “Come on, I’m a mess.” You pouted at him as you put back your underwear and when you looked up he was smirking “A hot mess though” you closed your eyes as his lips left a kiss on your forehead. “Why can’t I wait for you at our flat so that when you come back home you can continue what you left unfinished?”

“I mean, do you see yourself still living here in ten years? Because I don’t. I don’t want to end up working in my dad’s record shop while dreaming about being a photographer” you watched the small rock you just threw on the river making some hops on the water surface. “Your dad’s shop is cool” Roger said nonchalantly, you turned around and he was laid on the blanket while smoking, his hand supported his head as he was looking at you. “Come on Rog” you groaned as you walked to him and laid on the cover by his side. “Are you really saying that you would find cool working at my dad’s shop for the rest of your life?” He smiled softly putting a lock of your hair behind your ear. “You know how much I want to leave this place, I’m not made for small towns, I have to make it big.” He chuckled blowing out some smoke, “I don’t know” you said reaching for the cigarette packet. “It’s just” you stopped as you lite up the cigarette that was between your lips. “It’s just that we are at our last year of high school, we should do something about our future and sometimes I feel like I will be stuck here forever.” You were looking up at the sky, thinking of what your life would be if you’d stay in Truro. “Then let’s go away” Roger’s voice took you away from your thoughts and made you looked up at him. He was now sat up and his eyes never left yours. “Let’s go to London, let’s go study there. You will study to become a photographer and I, I think I will study to become a dentist, my parents keep saying it’s a good job.” He shrugged and you smiled as you sat up too, his arm around your waist pulling you to straddle his lap so you could face him. “Let’s go there, let’s move in together in London.” Words failed to come up from your mouth so you just nodded as tears were starting to form in your eyes. Roger kissed you as his hands laid on both sides of your neck and your hands found their way through his hair “We’re going to live together” you mumbled against his lips “We are” he confirmed smiling.

“Hey Freddie” you greeted as you got into Brian’s car. “Hey Penny” he looked at you with a smirk on his lips, making you understand he knew exactly what you were doing in the lab, of course, Brian had talked. “How’s Mary?” you asked while looking for your compact mirror and your lipstick in your bag. “She’s good, she had to work today so she couldn’t come to the rehearsals. “Well, we could swing by later” Rog said grinning, you knew about the guys going to Biba just to check the girls, that didn’t make you jealous, yes, he was your boyfriend but neither of you were blind, you also checked hot guys with your friends. Still, that comment made him earn a light punch on his stomach “Is someone jealous here?” he laughed looking at you, you shook your head as you started to fix your red lipstick while looking at yourself in the small mirror you were holding in your other hand. That’s when you felt a hand moving up to your tight, smirking you looked at Roger with the corner of your eye, he was grinning as his hand moved dangerously to the hem of your skirt. “Hey you two, not in my car” Brian warned you looking at you through the rearview mirror, both you and Roger chuckled as the drummer put his hand down to your knee and you blew a kiss to Brian who shook his head and tried to hide a grin. He was the person you were more close to in the band, you met him when Roger auditioned for Smile and by everyone’s surprise, you almost immediately became close friends. It wasn’t hard for you to understand why people found your friendship unusual, he was always so calm, polite, he knew always how to behave in any situation and he was a nerd for astrophysics, while you, well, you were a feminine version of Roger. “So, me and Roger met the guy at the disco a few days ago. His name’s John and he seems pretty shy, so behave. Okay Freddie?” he asked looking at the singer who nodded while getting off from the car. “Roger? Penny?” “Hey!” you sounded almost offended “I’m always nice with people. Talk to Mr Taylor here, who likes to make comments about people teeth.” You chuckled taking all your stuff while joining the other members. “You can be pretty mean too.” Roger argued. “Only with people that annoy me, I still don’t know this guy. Maybe I will like him, I mean, he’s a bassist, they say they’re pretty good with their hands.” You grinned looking at Roger who rolled his eyes as the other two guys chuckled. “Well,” the blonde said wrapping his arm around your waist so you could get closer to him and he could whisper in your ear. “Drummers are better at banging.” He smirked and slapped your bum as you got into the building. “You must be John.” Freddie said walking toward the guy who was sat by the door of a classroom. “It’s me” he nodded pulling his hand out so Fred could shake it. “Well, I’m Freddie, you already met Brian and Roger.” The guys nodded to him. “And she’s Penny, she’s Queen’s first groupie” Freddie smiled looking at you. “I’m (Y/N)” You said greeting him. “Penny is my surname, you can decide which name you like more” you chuckled. “And I’m not a groupie, I’m Roger’s girlfriend.” “You come to every concert and you shag him after each of them. That makes you a groupie” Freddie declared putting his arms on his hips. “And I take him back to our home after every concert. That makes me his girlfriend.” “Can we please stop arguing about our roles and listen to John, please?” Brian asked almost exhausted by your squabbles. You sat down on the couch between Roger and Freddie, your fingers tapped against your tight while listening to John playing. There was a feeling inside you that made you think that they finally may have found their final bassist, there was something in him, the way he talked and how he behaved that made you believe he could be a perfect fit between the three of them. You could already imagine Rog, Fred and Bri arguing about a song and then John would have jumped in and clear the air.

“John, he seemed really good.” You said while opening the door of yours and Roger’s shared flat. “I think he’s the one you may have been looking for.” “Hmmh.” Roger mumbled as he threw his jacket on the couch and laid down. You sat down on your bed, which was a mattress laid on some pallets, and looked at Rog while you took your shoes off. Your flat wasn’t really big, as you opened the main door there was a room big enough where you managed to create a living room and a bedroom, in another small room there was the kitchen with a small table where you could eat. The main problem was when the guys decided to show up for lunch or dinner and you all ended up eating on the couch and sat on the carpet, all gathered around the coffee table. And of course, in the flat, there was another room for the bathroom. “You don’t seem so excited about him.” You said getting comfortable. “I really think he’s the best bassist you ever had, you’d better keep him.” “Are you done talking about him? You haven’t shut up about him since he left the building. A smirk grew on your lips as you got up from the bed and walked toward the couch “Is someone jealous here?” you asked sitting on Roger’s lap, straddling him so you could face him. “Oh, shut up.” He groaned rolling his eyes. You chuckled softly, he always liked playing with you when it came to making you jealous. But that only time that you talked well about a guy he immediately acted like a child. “The man who always talks about the Biba girls is now envious over a bassist?” “Well, why don’t you go to ask him to use his fingers since bassists seem so good at him?” he muttered not even looking at you as he quoted what you told him before meeting John. “I don’t know” you shrugged as you laid your hands on his neck “I heard that drummers are better at banging.” You almost laughed at his behaviour changing so quick. Roger looked at you while biting his lip and in a matter of a few seconds you were already taken to the bed. Your sexual life with Roger could be divided into two moods: there was love and there was sex. There were times when you two needed to show the other how much you loved them, and it was slow, sweet nothings whispered while your bodies were closed, fingers intertwined and kissed all over your skin. Then there was sex, the one where you needed each other, it was rough, loud, there were hickeys and bruises and today it was like that. The aftercare though was always equal, your head was on his chest and his arm was wrapped around your shoulders as his fingers drew some figures on your skin. You were still trying to catch your breath as you left some sweet kisses on his bare skin. “You know, after today I have a good feeling, I feel like this time it’s the right one.” Roger said while looking at the ceiling as his fingertips never left your skin. “And I promise you that once we’ll make it I will buy us a nicer flat, one where our bed won’t be seen by anyone who will come inside.” He chuckled softly. “I don’t care where we’ll live as long as long as I know that you’ll always be next to me.”

#roger taylor imagine #ben hardy imagine #borhap!roger x reader #roger taylor fluff #roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x reder #roger taylor smut #ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy fluff #ben hardy smut #ben!roger x reader #borhap!roger imagine #queen #queen imagine #borhap imagine

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motleycrueimagine · 6 years ago

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This Ain’t a Love Song - Part One - Nikki Sixx Fan Fiction

Words count: 1049

Warinings: Language- Alcohol

N/A: Hi! So I haven’t written something in a while, I hope this is decent. This it’s going to be divided in part, let me know if you like it and if you want more, or if I should quit writing. Also, english is not my native language, so let me know if you find anything wrong.

Huge thanks to @samanthadegaro

Summary: Maya Prescott has done anything possible to fix her life. It was 1977 when she left her groupie life: no more parties, no more concerts, no more drugs, alcohol or casual sex, just to achieve a full standard life. Now it’s 1981 and after a four years disappearance Maya Prescott unexpectedly shows up to the party of one of the most promising emerging bands of the LA’s rock’n roll scene: Motley Crue. But what should be her last ride is destined to change her life in so many unexpected ways.

Masterlist

October ‘81

Music was pumping through the speakers, there were people dancing around completely shitfaced, boys and girls engaged in mating rituals and alcohol flowing everywhere.

It was freaking wild as every other party at the Motley House.

In a corner of the kitchen help a still not too famous Nikki Sixx was sipping a bottle of Jack Daniels staring at one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen - or at least that was what he believed at the moment, as every new girl he met was always better than the previous one.

“Man, can you stop staring at her? It’s starting to get weird.” Izzy was forced to get involved in this pathetic scene. The bassist had been there looking at her for the last thirty minutes like a fucking creep.

“I offered her a drink and she said ‘No thanks.’” Nikki could not believe that had happened, nobody had ever said no to Nikki Sixx.

“And so what? You’ll find another one that is more than willing to skip the drink and get to bed with you. She has always been like that don’t take it too personal.” Izz kept looking at her too, he had not seen her in ages, but she was as beautiful as he remembered.

“Wait, you know her?” Nikki attention was now all toward the guitarist.

“Of course, c’mon you must have seen her sometimes back at the London era. Pink hair, a breathtaking smile, always high on speed. “ Nikki had no idea who he was talking about. He could not remember the girl Izz was describing, but the one he was looking at was definitely a different person.

“Yeah c’mon she was engaged with that terrible drummer… ahm.. can’t remember his name… But I know that she left everything to go into a baptist church rehab or something like that…” Still nothing in Nikkis memories. “Maya!” Nikki’s heart jumped as Izzy started screaming with his hands cupped close to his mouth. “Maya Prescott is required here in the kitchen!” The bassist rolled his eyes. Maya on her side looked super confused as she had to interrupt her conversation to look for the voice that was calling for her. After a few seconds of research her eyes finally fell on the drunk duo, she calmly joined them, she was now clearly surprised.

“I can’t believe you’re still around Jeff. How’s my baby?” She asked laughing as she hugged him gently.

“It’s been a while, gorgeous, where have you been hiding?” He kept his arm around her shoulders even after the initial hug.

“I’ve always been here in LA, I’ve just..” she took a pause, but tried to hide it. “I guess changed my habits..” She explained looking at the two. She did not look exactly like the stereotypical groupie, actually she looked pretty much out of place, even though she seemed comfortable around all of those rockers.

“Oh cool,so no christian rehab?” Maya could not help but laugh. “I had not heard this one yet! No, no christian rehab for me, not this time.” She looked really amused by that hypothesis. She had collected multiple theories about her disappearance from the scene throughout the years, somebody thought she had died of overdose, somebody else said she was currently a homeless who slept in the park, and others could swear to have seen her as a backup dancer for a shitty european coverband.

“Well if they had converted you there would have been hope for us all!” He smiled ironically ”So have you met my friend Sixx? He’s the master of the house.” Izz gained a glare from the bassist.

“Oh yes I already had the pleasure before.” She admitted “I’m Maya by the way.” She introduced herself with a slight smile.

“Nikki” He smiled back before Izz took the word again “Why don’t you offer her a drink as I go looking for Penny. Wait here , I’ll be right back.” And as he ended playing the matchmaker he left.

A few moments of silence followed before Maya’s eyes fell again on Nikki. “I thought that a rockstar like you could handle a rejection.” She stated taking a sip of ruhm.

“I’m pretty stubborn, actually. But I swear I did not ask Izzy to play cupid this time.” He assured showing the palm of his hand in defence.

“I would have been surprised if you weren’t, stubbornness seems to be a basic feature of the beautiful and damned package”

“Oh really? What else is included? I’m really curious”

“Well other than a massive ego, the failure to commit and a clear difficulty to stay focused when a pair of boobs is around.” She must had notice Nikki’s eyes wandering on her body, but she did not seemed too concerned about it.

“I would say that I definitely fit into the beautiful and damned package then..” he agreed before taking another sip from the bottle. “Now that you’ve checked, what do you think about me offering you a drink?” He asked again shortening the distance to roll a stroke of her black hair around his finger, she put a hand onto his t-shirt. “You can offer me whatever you want.” Her blue eyes were wandering through his face. “But I’m not gonna sleep with you anyways.”

Maya then stepped back resting her lowback on the kitchen counter. The bitter sweet smile was the only answer Nikki could give, the concept of refusal was not very common in his life anymore. “What makes you think I would try to get you into bed?” He asked getting closer to her again.

“I know how this rockstar thing works…And I’m sorry to disappoint you but my groupie times came to an end quite a few years ago.” She stated calmly, while fixing a stroke of hair behind her ear.

“It seems like you know a lot of things” He smiled, it looked a lot like he was teasing her.

She shrugged her shoulders “I know the important stuff.” She said softly before taking a step away from the counter. “Has been a pleasure Nikki Sixx. I’ll see you around.” And just as she arrived she left, going back to her friends, the only difference was that now the confused one was Nikki fucking Sixx.

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Review: Iron Maiden at Budweiser Stage (Night 2)

Band: Iron Maiden Venue: Budweiser Stage Date: August 10, 2019

When Maiden comes to town, their presence is known. Donning terrifying black Iron Maiden shirts, "metalheads" of all ages flood the streets of Toronto as they embark on their obligatory pilgrimage to the gig. Once there, adult "metalheads" pound back pints of "Trooper," a beer commissioned by the band.

The shirts, the dark imagery and song names like "The Number of the Beast" give every mother a reason to assume we are attending a dark satanic ritual. The reality is...an Iron Maiden show is like going to see a horror play. Think Macbeth or the Phantom of the Opera. That all said, Eddie, their otherworldly mascot, is quite terrifying.

This past weekend, Iron Maiden brought their Legacy of the Beast tour to Toronto's Budweiser Stage for two sold-out nights.

The Legacy of the Beast is Maiden's most ambitious and theatrical production to date. Since this was by far one of the most memorable shows I've ever attended, I feel it deserves a rather self-indulging, in-depth look.

As I was thinking of how to unpack the setlist, I realized it could be organized into five thematic acts: war, religion, mythology, horror and philosophy.

This time around, lead singer Bruce Dickinson explained they were "not going to play any new songs." Instead, they chose to — for the first time — celebrate their existing catalogue. The news was bittersweet, as Maiden fans tend to embrace new material with their fists up high.

Let's dive in...

Act I: War

8:50 PM. The lights dim in the amphitheatre and a taped version of "Transilvania" slowly fades in. Fans rush to their seats but know they have time, as UFO's 1974 "Doctor Doctor" has signalled the start of the show for the last ten years.

Knowing the show is about to start, we make ourselves comfortable in our usual nook. Its location I can't disclose for obvious reasons, but I can tell you we stood much closer to the stage than we were supposed to. Our rock & roll way to stick it to the man.

Two soldiers stand guard as Winston Churchill's famous WWII rally cry plays in the background. When Churchill says the line "We shall never surrender!" the lights go out, and the soldiers pull the covers off the stage. Within seconds, the barren stage transforms into the sodden trenches of the Battle of Britain and the band rushes on stage playing the explosive "Aces High."

If that wasn't enough, a life-size WWII fighter plane descended from the rafters as singer Bruce Dickinson ran on stage donning a full fighter pilot outfit.

The next few songs followed the same theme. "Where Eagles Dare" and "2 Minutes to Midnight" both sing of the second world war.

"This next song is called The Clansman. That's with a "C" for any Americans who may be here tonight!" Dickinson explained, now wearing a red Brittish Army uniform.

"The Clansman" is a song about the early Scottish clans' struggle as they fought for freedom from their oppressors.

"The Trooper" marked the end of Act I. A song about the 1854 Battle of Balaclava, during the Crimean War. This song is incredibly cinematic. The drumbeat resembles the galloping of the horses as they charged towards the Russian army.

At this point, a larger than life Eddie made an appearance, challenging Dickinson to a sword duel in front of a giant illustration of a grim battle. Dickinson — a former professional fencer —inevitably defeated the evil enemy, setting off pyrotechnics off Eddie's face.

Act 2: Religion

Any Maiden fan will know that drummer Nicko McBrain is Christian, and while not Christian themselves, the rest of the band has always been fascinated by Christianity. Be it Biblical stories or the tumultuous history of the church.

For the second act, the stage became an English gothic church — complete with stained glass windows featuring Eddie and wooden candle-lit chandeliers.

The songs during this part of the set included "Revelations," "For the Greater Good of God," and the chilling sing-along "Wicker Man."

Act 2 culminated with the eerie "Sign of The Cross," Maiden's longest and most progressive song. This song demonstrates how Maiden gets away with three lead guitarists who are best mates. Besides their signature harmonies, each brings a unique playing style that together makes Maiden...Maiden.

Act 3: Mythology

I am not sure if you've noticed, but we are nine songs in, and there has been no song to be missed for a quick piss. And this may be a spoiler, but Iron Maiden made sure you got your money's worth and then some with every chosen song.

After two long themed acts, the stage once against transformed. This time into a Greek temple.

Maiden blared a much heavier and faster version of "The Flight of Icarus.". Fans were ecstatic. The song about the epic Greek mythology story had not made a live appearance since 1986.

As with the cover of the vinyl single, Dickinson used [real] flame throwers to melt the wax off Icarus' wings. Icarus then ignited sparks and fell into oblivion.

Act 4: Fear

On what I would guess was the fifth or sixth outfit change, Dickinson entered the scene of a dark world wearing a long black coat and top hat. On his hand, he held a lantern as he sang "Fear of the Dark". Because both Dickinson and bassist Steve Harris suffer from a certain level of Nyctophobia, the song is played with authentic first-hand conviction.

The scenery quickly went from dark and spooky to downright terrifying when a colossal devil overcame the stage for the band's most infamous song (amongst mothers): The Number of the Beast.

For an outsider, I can understand how hearing a choir of 16,000 chanting "Six! Six Six! The Number of the Beast could be terrifying. Thankfully the song is about a nightmare, with heavy influences from the book of Revelation and a Robert Burns poem.

Being at an Iron Maiden concert while this song is playing is hard put into words. In one hand, you have thousands of people screaming the words with their "irons" up high having a blast. Then there is the band, who always, always dons a grin as they run around in circles, teasing each other and laughing.

Casual fans would have been ok to end there, but there were more surprises.

In keeping with tradition, the melodic anthem "Iron Maiden" closed the set.

Encore: Philosophy

The eternal battle between good and evil, questions of what constitutes morality and the meaning of life are at the core of Iron Maiden's music and lyrics.

The epic "The Evil That Men Do" opened the encore before quickly transitioning into the highly celebrated "Hallowed Be Thy Name."

The performance of "Hallowed Be Thy Name" defied the archetype of the encore. This was no victory lap; Iron Maiden had more stories to tell in full.

For this song, Dickinson dressed like a prisoner in rags. With shackled hands, he cried for mercy from inside a cell at the top of the stage. As the song progressed, the prisoner makes his way to the gallows, where a noose awaited.

The vivid scene of the final moments of this prisoner, made "Hallowed Be Thy Name" the most dramatic performance of the show.

11:00 was a few minutes away, so the next song was inevitably going to be the last. The band closed the show with the classic "Run to The Hills."

"Scream for me Toronto!," Dickinson commanded. And the crowd obliged one last time.

Unlike many of their peers from the first wave of heavy metal, Maiden still looks and sounds fresh. Every member treats the show like an Olympic marathon, sprinting, jumping, and in the case of Bruce Dickinson even lunging. Their athleticism may explain their energy and good health, but it's their passion that continues to attract new fans.

Lead guitarists Dave Murray, Adrian Smith, and Janick Gers look like best friends running around in a playground with their favourite toys. Steve Harris and Nicko displayed the same level of excitement and gratitude. None of them ever missed a single note.

I connected with a long-time Maiden fan and asked how their live performances today compare to their early years. Unsurprisingly, they said the shows just keep on getting better.

Iron Maiden tours are a commercial Behemoth. On average, a show will gross about $1.25M in revenue. But it’s clear that even considering how lucrative touring can be, these guys aren't in it for the money. After all, they haven’t stopped making music or touring since 1975. Music is what they love, and they won't stop until they are called to meet their maker.

Against the wishes of all mothers, I am off to spin The Number of the Beast on vinyl!

Setlist

Aces High

Where Eagles Dare

2 Minutes to Midnight

The Clansman

The Trooper

Revelations

For the Greater Good of God

The Wicker Man

Sign of the Cross

Flight of Icarus

Fear of the Dark

The Number of the Beast

Iron Maiden

The Evil That Men Do

Hallowed Be Thy Name

Run to the Hills

Listen to my Legacy of the Beast playlist here!

Photo Credits:

Flight of Icarus / Beast: https://www.instagram.com/jossmonzon/

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La Musica in Persona – HxM Live: An Evening With Belphegor & Friends

November 20th 2017 – The Launchpad – Albuquerque, NM

Belphegor w/ Cryptopsy and Panzerfaust

Albuquerque has had a pretty amazing year for not only extreme Metal tours but great tour packages in general visiting our beloved Duke City. More often than not, most tours often skip over our tertiary market of a town (RIP in Peace BTBAM Colors 10 year Anniversary Tour; It’s understandable, for who wants to book shows in a town where the attendance fluctuates from a full house to a consistent 5-10 people attending said shows?) Thankfully, 2017 has been very different. We had Marduk and Incantation come to the Launchpad back in February to a decent crowd. Darkest Hour came and held a celebratory album release tour with an ABQ date with Rivers of Nihil and Tombs back in March. Math-Rock up-starts in Covet played an epic headlining date back in April (Which we covered here). The summer was also pretty incredible, with Suffocation, Morbid Angel, and the Black Dahlia Murder (who headlined this years Summer Slaughter by playing their decade old classic Nocturnal in it’s entirety [you can read our editor-in-chief Bloomer’s review of this event here: https://www.scenesplitter.net/blog/2017/8/12/decade-of-the-warborn-nocturnal-slaughter]) stopping into town on their respective headlining tours and putting on impeccable performances. As for the fall, HxM favorites A Perfect Circle came into town in October (covered here) and played an incredibly profound performance that touched the heart of our editor. Mayhem, Immolation, and Black Anvil played the Historic El Rey Theater in mid November which also had a great turnout. And now, November 20th (nearly a week after the Mayhem show), we had the Austrian Blackened Death Metal Blasphemers known as Belphegor bring their Theatrically perverse Totenritual, along with their Canadian tour mates - Brutal Death Metal Pioneers Cryptopsy and Ontario Black Metal Enthusiasts Panzerfaust, to ABQ’s own Launchpad. This Tour in particular was a great one to capture, for every band that played put on a very immersive and compelling performance that left strong impressions of what a good show is like for us at HxM. Below you can view and read the exploits captured in words by yours truly and pictures by our aforementioned HxM editor-in-chief/curley-haired Photopest extraordinaire Bloomer can be found here: https://www.scenesplitter.net/blog/2017/11/26/kvlt-of-photo-wonk-belphegor-cryptopsy-panzerfaust-abq-112017

Panzerfaust

Due to my having just gotten off the clock of my mundane day job, Commander Bloomer and I arrived fashionably late to the show – causing us to regrettably miss about half the set of Black Metal curmudgeons and show openers Panzerfaust. Panzerfaust is a name I’d only heard or seen in passing, so I truly didn’t know what to expect upon catching them mid set. Of course, with a name like Panzerfaust, one can deduce that these Ontario natives play some kind of extreme Metal. Despite said deduction, I wasn’t prepared for what ensued. Walking onto the Launchpad’s darkened floor, the stage’s top 4 house lights were alight in blue, shining down and obscuring the stage in black. Greeting my aural senses was the sound of Black Metal dissonance that left a feeling of ominous foreboding – further adding to my lack of expectations regarding Panzerfaust. Obscured in black, the four members of Panzerfaust appeared mostly as sillouettes. These sillouettes beheld unto me and my fellow concert goers what Black Metal should be: evil sounding and performance driven. Their vocalist, garbed in black robe and standing behind the drummer atop the stage’s drum riser, would remain the focal point for much of their set as he cast a house-light induced shadow upon the stage. Exalting his depraved-frost-bitten orations over the powerful, groove driven, and at times, near Deathspell Omega-like dissonance, his performance was evocative. Complimenting our robed orator’s exaltations was Pf’s drummer, who had a keen ability to keep consistent time and groove that was quite catchy, which made for a nice easy to move to pace amidst their raw guitar and bass tones. Pazerfaust made quite the impression and fans out we at HxM and were the perfect pretext for the ensuing ritual to follow.

Cryptopsy

With Panzerfaust concluding their amazing set, their French-Canadian-Brutal-Death Metal cousins Cryptopsy were up next. To describe myself as excited was an understatement, as it was my first time catching these pioneers who’ve given so much to the Death Metal genre with classics such as their brilliant and oft worshiped None So Vile and incredible debut Blasphemy Made Flesh. Cryptopsy had just finished embarking on the summer long Decimation of the Nation tour playing the aforementioned None So Vile in its entirety. My hopes were high that they’d play much of this touted release on this tour as well, for which they did not disappoint. A brief soundcheck of their instruments did little to forestall my elation. Cryptopsy began their set with their 2015 EP’s, The Book of Suffering, opening track “Detritus,” a song that plays to the strengths of Crytopsy’s classic precision based, technical, and frenetic Brutal Death Metal style. Vocalist Matt MaGachy had a very infectious and charismatic stage presence that worked perfectly in tangent with his visceral guttural attack. His vocals came across clear, thick, and menacing – his charisma goading the crowd into fist pumps and repeated chants of “Ayy” to said fist pumps. Easily one of Underground Death Metal’s best frontmen. Half the setlist comprised of None So Vile, so I will say that Matt MaGachy, having a distinct style from the infamous and original Cryptopsy vocalist Lord Worm, did great justice to those songs with his performance. It’s impossible to review this band without mentioning the talent of skinsman Flo Mounier, whose been the rhythmic back bone to this band since their inception. “Dynamite” is how I would describe him. His style is frenetic while also being precise, being able to explode in crazy fast blast beat passages and transition to groove underneath brutal Death Metal chug sections with tasteful fills. This man can do all that the songs call for on record and recreates live with near perfection. Trying to keep pace and move myself to his percussive insanity was a difficult task, but a fun one none-the-less. An impeccable performance! Bassist Olivier Pinard also had a standout performance with his amazing bass antics. With every chug or slam riff produced by guitarist Christian Donaldson or whether it was connecting with Flo Mounier’s rhythmic onslaught, Pinard’s mastery of his five-stringed bass gave beefy heft and power, elevating his band’s heaviness that would make even the stillest of concert goers convulse in some manner. He was extremely fun to watch through the entirety of their set. Cryptopsy are definitely up there with some of the tightest live bands I’ve seen and I’m thankful my first experience with them shall always be a memorable one. I don’t know what’s in the water in Montreal, Quebec, but what ever it is, its produced Death Metal greats like Cryptopsy. They stole the show for me and I’m very much looking forward to seeing them again soon.

Belphegor

After being decimated by Cryptopsy, it was time to welcome Austrian Blackened Death tyrants Belphegor to the stage. This night would mark two occasions: The first is that...well, it was first for me. A first in witnessing these sickos live. The second mark of this occasion is that this night would end Albuquerque’s eight year Belphegor drought, for the last they’d played in the Ol’ Duke City was in 2009 in support of their then new album Walpurgis Rites – Hexenwahn.

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