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[calissarowan]

The First Fairy Hunter

We’re back with another sarcastic comic summary! This time, we’re summarising Issue 133: ‘The First Fairy Hunter’. So, settle in, and remember that I do love the comics, I just really like being sarcastic. Be warned that this is ridiculously long.

So, we’re on Tir Na N’og, which is a school now. I don’t know where all the Earth Fairies live, maybe they moved into a condo. Nebula’s teaching - and can we all just take a moment to give a round of applause to whoever decided that, following her promotion, the woman that usurped the Queen and tried to kill everyone in Gardenia should be put in charge of educating the youth of today? Go ahead, applaud, they deserve it. Super decision-making…

Anyway, Nebula is announcing that Morgana, her mentor-slash-that-woman-she-condemned-to-an-extra-dimensional-void is here, along with the famous Winx! Who are here! For…some reason. They’re not teaching a class. Or giving advice. Apparently they just showed up to clap their hands and be name-dropped. (And have a random adventure, but we’ll get to that.) Also, Roxy isn’t here. Because why would the Princess of Tir Na N’og be on Tir Na N’og to talk to young Earth fairies. It’s not like she too is a young Earth fairy. Plus her mom is here. But that was two seasons ago; who can be bothered to remember genealogy?

Nebula asks Julia, the Fairy of Existing for Only Three Panels, to demonstrate what young Earth fairies are capable of, smiling uncomfortably as Julia pulls out her copy of ‘Disproportionate Global Vengeance for Dummies’. Fortunately, she rolls with it, and Julia levitates it, along with a couple other books, and the Winx are amazed, having never seen anything so impressive.

Julia gets interrupted by Lydia, who is apparently the class mean-girl, as she interrupts Julia’s book-levitating-skills to say she knows how to do it better, and when Julia defends herself, Lydia makes copies of herself to bully her, and Nebula, being the top-tier teacher she is, just kicks back and watches her student get picked on, because Julia stops existing in the next panel, so who cares.

Morgana, meanwhile, is applauding the illusory bullying, ignoring the inappropriate conduct in favour of complimenting the spellcraft (this is the woman who was willing to watch Nebula crush her husband with a giant iceberg; I’m not sure where you think the bar is, but it’s lower than that).

Nadine, Lydia’s b**** sidekick, decides to get in on the fun, glamouring herself to look like Morgana, which really impresses Morgana, and everyone says a sad goodbye to Julia as she drifts into obscurity and oblivion. (Not really, everyone’s already forgotten her name.)

Nebula finally gets up and does something, making Nadine look like herself again and telling Lydia to get rid of her bullying duplicates, and everyone watches with excited anticipation for the surely inevitable reprimand of Lydia for picking on another student, but no! The problem here is illusion magic, the bullying is AOK. Apparently illusion magic is forbidden at Tir Na N’og College, and they’re both suspended. Meanwhile, all the other students have just vanished from the classroom. Where have they gone? Did they leave early? Does anyone care?

Later, the Winx are just wandering down a hall with Morgana, trying to figure out what to do until their adventure of the week starts. Stella suggests they get a bagel. Bloom says no. Musa asks if she left her phone charger at home. Tecna says nah, it’s cool, she brought it. Everyone realises why Winx doesn’t show the behind-the-scenes bits.

Stella asks if Nebula was a bit too hard on Lydia and Nadine, and Bloom says they performed the spells correctly. Sure, Lydia was bullying another student, but Bloom thinks it’s okay to randomly assault royalty. Lydia was probably just having a bad week. Or she felt like it. She’s a fairy, so whatever. She can do what she wants.

Morgana admits Nebula was a bit harsh, but she understands why Nebula hates illusion magic, and says she’s forbidden it for a very precise reason, and Aisha asks what that reason is, since Morgana is being helpfully cryptic. Morgana says it’s because Nebula has never forgotten her defeat at the hands of Yllidith: the Lord of the Fairy Hunters! Dun dun dun!

Musa says this is the first they’ve heard of it. What? You mean there’s a villain you didn’t hear about until the exact, specific day it was relevant? Oh my God! That has never happened before! *cough cough* Wizards of the Black Circle *cough cough* Seriously, what are you learning at your apparently eternal course at Alfea?

Tecna asks if Yllidith is as powerful as Ogron and the other hunters they’ve fought in the past, and everyone pauses and goes ‘…Oh yeah! Remember them?’ Also, once again, Gantlos, Anagan and Duman are reduced to Ogron’s sidekicks or bandmates or whatever. I’m convinced Morgana and the other Earth fairies (see, I can reduce people to ‘other whatever’ too) just don’t know the other wizards’ names, and they’re covering up their shoddy research skills.

Morgana says that because of his illusion powers, Yllidith is far more powerful than Ogron and…um…the…other ones. Okay… I mean, Duman could turn into anything and Gantlos was the Wizard of Destruction and could summon natural disasters, but okay, some stage magic tricks are more powerful. (I’m sorry, Ogron and Anagan, but you may have to fight it out with illusion magic for least impressive powers.)

We get a flashback where we see the wizards kneeling before Yllidith in…a castle? They had a castle? They had a castle, and we saw them living in the sewers? What? Okay, whatever. Maybe it wasn’t their castle. Maybe it was an Air B&B.

We get to see the Gantlos and Duman in some pretty cool medieval outfits, along with the back of Ogron’s head (nobody tell him his face didn’t make it into the comic, he’ll be livid), while Anagan has apparently just been wearing that trenchcoat since the dawn of time. Meanwhile, Yllidith looks, to use @spilledmilkfkdies words, like a very colourful homeless man, while his…minions? Teammates? People whose moderate fame he’s glommed onto to become a disappointing comic villain? Look far snappier.

Apparently the wizards feared and respected him, and then we realise we’re getting dangerously close to the villains having actual human emotions, so we slam on the brakes and get to the evil bit, where the wizards besiege Tir Na N’og, and with Yllidith as their guide, they were practically unstoppable as they fought…what appear to be the college students from earlier. Ogron uses those blue lightning powers we all know he has in order to do an unspecified thing, well done him, now get out of the comic, your brief return to minor significance is over, see you for your anticlimactic cameo in twelve issues, and things are generally not good for the Earth fairies.

Nebula apparently tried super mega hard to defeat Yllidith, but he overcame her with his incredible power of making some duplicates and staring blankly at her.

But, fortunately, Morgana was there, and, with the help of Aurora, Diana and…Sibylla? She managed to blast Yllidith? Sibylla is blasting Yllidith? Sibylla’s in a fight? Sibylla? The Fairy of Sitting in her Cave and Doing Nothing is in a fight? So she can get involved? I guess the wizards unleashing the Abyss on the Day of Justice just wasn’t important enough to warrant getting off her stone chair, huh.

Anyhoo, shoving that glaring plot hole in with all our many others, we continue on to Morgana saying that Yllidith was locked in a cell in the castle dungeons, where he still is today. Nobody knows where he was when the castle was in that other dimension. Or where all the fairies were. By this point, nobody knows where anybody is, will be, or has been, we’ve made ourselves dizzy enough, so once the room’s stopped spinning from plot inconsistency, we pick ourselves up and move onto Musa’s very reasonable question of why didn’t the wizards come get Yllidith? Apparently, Ogron was super ambitious, and wanted to be the new leader, so Yllidith got left behind, because Ogron, Gantlos, Anagan and Duman cannot have human emotions or any motivations aside from power, so Ogron was the new leader. The fact that we hear nothing about the others being resentful of this feels like it says a lot, like maybe they actually liked Ogron better as a leader, and a guy that made them all bow to him like he was king rather than a guy who needed a new stylist wasn’t the greatest guide to have, but anyway.

Tecna points out that if Yllidith were freed, the school could be in danger, and that maybe keeping a felon under a school full of teenagers isn’t amazing decision-making, but don’t worry, because it’s not just any cell! It’s a special, magic cell, that Nebula monitors all the time, apparently even when she was in that other dimension, so apparently the wizards trapped Yllidith right along with the fairies. Or not, and Morgana is just covering yet another lapse in judgement from the Queen of Bad Choices.

Flora feels sorry for Nebula, and wants to reassure her, while Aisha was planning to feel some trauma with all this Ogron-mentioning, but then got reminded that this wasn't about her, and her trauma followed Julia to wherever it is things we’re pretending don’t exist go.

Stella wants to have a chat with the students Nebula suspended, and Bloom is curious to know where they learned those spells of illusion. I’d guess the Magic Dimension internet, but that’s not very dramatic, so probably not.

Bloom, Stella, Tecna and Musa get back from looking for Lydia and Nadine, and they find them, but apparently they’re in the basement, and the foreshadowing is so strong now that nobody can see the plot right in front of their face, and Morgana, who’s apparently just been standing there, doing nothing, says she’d better go check.

They go down to the basement and Bloom says it’s dark, so Stella says she thinks she can summon some light. You think? You think you can summon some light?! You’re the Fairy of the Shining Sun! Or Sun! Or Sun and Moon! Or whatever! You can relight one of the Pillars of the Infinite Ocean, but you’re iffy over whether you can make a hovering lava lamp? Really?

Lydia and Nadine, in the weirdly fancy basement, hear the Winx coming and don’t want anyone finding them, as ‘The Professor’ wants to keep his lessons a secret. Morgana appears behind them and asks what professor, and the girls beg Morgana not to punish them, forgetting that she doesn’t work at the school or have any authority anymore, so she can do precisely nothing. (Though, despite having made Nebula the queen, she’s still wearing her crown. Maybe her forehead was cold, I don’t know.)

Morgana says they’re in a sea of trouble for…going into the basement? I didn’t realise it was off-limits. But, fortunately, we see some of the Morgana that got overthrown by Nebula and gave the woman a promotion, because she says if they tell the truth, maybe she’ll look the other way and make them duchesses or something.

Bloom realises this has been not about her for a worrying length of time and quickly takes over asking the questions, asking where they learned those illusion spells, and they explain that they learned them from a mysterious teacher who lives in the basement, only contacts them telepathically, and has been teaching them to strengthen their magic by blasting a random seal. It is at this point that the Winx realise they are dealing with complete idiots.

Morgana flips because that’s the seal of Yllidith’s prison, and that it’s nearly broken, and Nadine finally realises that maybe something shady was going on here, and the girls learn the valuable life lesson to never start randomly blasting stuff because disembodied voices tell you to. Remember that, kids.

Yllidith pops up out of nowhere and blasts Morgana, because he’s the smart kind of escaped prisoner that hangs out right next to his old cell and picks a fight with the heroes of the dimension. I can see why the wizards were so invincible with his help.

The Winx do what they always do, transform and strike a pose, but unfortunately Yllidith actually is smarter than he looks (which isn’t hard), because a whole bunch of Yllidiths appear to confuse the Winx. (Frankly, going off the Winx in later seasons, if he wanted to confuse them, he could just have put a pull sign on a door you have to push.)

Turns out they’re all illusions, and further more that Darcy is suing because Yllidith stole her moves, but then everyone remembers that nobody cares about the law, so that gets thrown out.

Bloom says they have to warn Nebula, Aisha and Flora that the school is in danger from the exact specific villain they were talking about twenty minutes ago - what are the chances?! And Musa takes Morgana to a safe place. We don’t know where it is, maybe they went to hide in the void of irrelevance. Though that’d be a terrible hiding place, as Yllidith’s just gonna wind up there in ten minutes anyway.

Meanwhile! Nebula’s showing some remorse because she did a bad thing, so, based on the precedent, it’s time to make her Empress!

Flora and Aisha are telling her it’s fine, and it’s been years, so her trauma should be gone by now, and that everybody makes mistakes that almost get them killed and leave them with lasting emotional scars they can’t talk about because we’re keeping it light!

Flora points out that Nebula is now Queen of the Earth fairies, politely glossing over that time she tried to kill them all. And that second time she tried to kill them all. Don’t worry, she’s a fairy, so it’s all good!

Nebula says she’s not as strong a fairy as them, which is a bit weird, since she’s a highly-trained warrior and the Winx are still unaccountably in college, but of course, nobody’s as good as the Winx, so Nebula’s weaker for the purposes of nobody having to think too hard.

‘Morgana’ rocks up and says that if that’s true, Nebula isn’t worthy to be Queen, and I would say that’s a conversation that does need to be had, but for different reasons. (Like that coup she staged.) ‘Morgana’ says Nebula is weak and insecure and should leave the school forever, and somehow she just misses out on the ‘Understanding Person of the Year’ award, and Flora shows that she can be feisty by snapping at Morgana that she’s being spiteful, but the steadfast, almighty fairy warrior willing to fight the most powerful being in the universe for what she wanted admits that Morgana’s right, and she deserves to leave forever, so she prepares to follow what’s-her-face from class earlier into the void of obscurity, but thankfully Bloom gets there just in time to stop her, and Stella explains that it’s not really Morgana, it’s Yllidith, and he escaped his prison and decided to come mess with the person he already owned in battle rather than running for the hills and finding a better outfit that makes him look like a villain rather than a very tired guy at a Renaissance fair.

Yllidith, having anger issues and an apparent allergy to just getting the heck out of there, blasts Stella as though that will cause her to hoover back up what she just said and make Nebula believe he’s Morgana again.

Yllidith says that even if they find him, he’ll defeat them one by one, before proceeding to reveal himself. Thanks, buddy, that was really helpful, now we know where you are.

Flora and Aisha transform, and Aisha looks pretty close to doing that Black Widow hair flip thing, both of them just rolling with the bad guy of the week. Aisha puts him in a net, but it’s not him, it’s an illusion, and everyone starts to realise that this guy is basically a Darcy knockoff, but with worse fashion sense and he couldn’t keep his team around.

He disappears, and Aisha says it’s incredible, as though she doesn’t see her college roommate channel the supreme force of life in the form of a giant dragon on a weekly basis.

Nebula asks where Morgana is, and when Stella says Yllidith hit her with a spell that presumably did something, Nebula says they’ll never be able to beat Yllidith without her. Really? You have the Fairy of the Dragon Flame, along with a fairy with light powers that could disrupt illusions, and yet Morgana is the one you need? She was pseudo-involved in like, two fights in season four. She did basically nothing. Just let her daughter kick ass for her.

Bloom tells Nebula to believe in herself, and some voice of reason left over from the earlier seasons asks why they’re not using Believix against one of the guys it was presumably created to defeat, before being shoved into a broom closet before they have to start having continuity again. She tells Nebula to remember she’s the Queen of the Earth fairies, because she can presumably defeat Yllidith with political status, or maybe she can give the Winx some new power using the crown Morgana won’t give up.

Yllidith just pops up behind them, and Bloom helpfully yells out what’s happening in case anyone just couldn’t be bothered to swivel their eyeballs in his direction, and Yllidith starts…wrecking the castle. I don’t know why, don’t ask me. Maybe he wants to destroy his prison. Maybe he thought it’d be scary. Maybe he’s just a weirdo, and who knows why he does anything.

The students run for shelter, a student running the evacuation because nobody could be bothered to hire a teacher other than Nebula for a school that won’t exist again in four pages.

Nebula says it’s the end, and they have to save themselves. Seriously? This is the woman who watched the ground be ripped open by an abyss of evil and her first instinct was to charge, but she’s faced with some property damage and the end is nigh?

Thankfully, Tecna and her computer are there to establish that this is just an illusion, and Nebula says it looks real. Yeah, Nebula, that’s the point of illusions. Nobody would take Yllidith seriously if he just had cardboard cutouts of himself that he left around as duplicates. (I’m not sure how many people take him seriously now, but they’d definitely lose all respect for him then.)

Yllidith once again tries to turn back time through blasting, this time wrecking Tecna’s computer like she didn’t already tell everyone everything they needed to know. Apparently the Winx bore him, so why he’s still there, making it look like he’s doing something when he’s actually not is anyone’s guess.

Bloom tells Nebula to concentrate, and that together they can put a stop to these illusions, and Nebula gets everything back to normal with the power of smiling and doing nothing, which summons some violet magic that presumably does something. Thankfully, Tecna was right, and it was just an illusion, or else that would have been a rather anticlimactic end to the Winx.

Yllidith, who’s just lost his only real power, tells Nebula she’ll never beat him without Morgana and the Major Fairies (seriously, she can see through your illusions now; you have no power over her. How delusional are you?).

Then, Morgana pops up behind him with Diana, Aurora and Sibylla, and Yllidith just goes ‘Whuuuuuut?’ Nobody thinks to blast him while he’s distracted, but maybe they’re just being polite.

Stella says it’s impossible for the Major Fairies to be here, which, Stella, it’s really not, it’d take two minutes max to text an overview of the situation, and Diana and Aurora are confirmed to have teleportation. They could be there.

But anyway, turns out they’re not, and the two morons that listened to a random telepath they met in the basement have figured out how to jump-start their singular brain cells enough to come up with the idea to use their illusion magic to create duplicates of the fairies to distract Yllidith. And it’s presumably a damn good distraction, as Yllidith remains distracted as Bloom announces that they can catch him by surprise (yeah, Bloom. Announce your sneak attack. Why are you in charge?)

Nebula orders Flora to trap Yllidith with her vines, because she’s realised Bloom can’t be trusted to run the show here, and Flora ties up Yllidith like she tied Anagan up, but with no flirting because Anagan was cute and charming, and Yllidith is just the weird guy everyone wishes would get out of the comic, or at least get an outfit change.

Bloom yells for a convergence, because when the chips are down, generic uniting of beams of signature-coloured light is your friend, and she announces a Bloomix convergence that Nebula joins in with, apparently being a secret Bloomix fairy - who knew - and this is the second Winx convergence Nebula’s got in on, and she never has the power they said the convergence was for, but what the hell? She’s got a signature colour light beam, so let her join in.

They blast Yllidith and…apparently kill him. They don’t say that, but apparently they did, because he’s been ‘defeated forever’. Now, I’m gonna get serious a sec. We were told in season four that they couldn't kill the wizards, even though they’d betrayed them and prevented them saving Nabu, and Aisha was villainised for it, but…because Yllidith was mean to Nebula and pretended to inflict some property damage, he gets obliterated? What? So killing people is okay as long as Bloom does it. Got it. Good. Great. Hypocrites.

Now that they’ve killed the bad guy and made sure Aisha doesn’t call them out on what massive hypocrites they all are, Morgana shows up again, just in time to do nothing, true to form, and Musa’s a little ticked off she missed the adventure, but no worries, because there’ll be a new random villain soon.

Morgana says she’s proud of Nebula, and that she’s a worthy Queen of the Earth fairies, and that she totally didn’t just give her the crown because she was sick of responsibilities and wanted to hand them off to the first person she saw, and Nebula says she’s proud of Lydia and Nadine, because their illusions saved the day, and Lydia asks if they’re still suspended, and Nebula says no, and now illusion magic is fine, and the can improve their skills and everything is brought to a nice close, until presumably someone tells Nebula that Lydia and Nadine let Yllidith out in the first place by blasting random magical seals, and then I imagine they’re expelled and have to go back to wherever the hell all these new Earth fairies came from in the first place. Ah well, the end.

Thanks for staying with me for this sarcastic comic summary! I had a great time writing it! If there are any other comics you’d like me to sarcastically summarise, let me know! I can access most of them up to issue 152, though I’ll only summarise season 5-7, as the earlier comics are actually really good, and have better storylines.

[know-the-way]

Lucy said on her story that she didn’t think caos would get picked up bc the cast are in different contracts now. Feeling rly sad and defeated tbh :((

Yeah, I saw that, and I understand feeling sad. In a very realistic sense, it is probably in Lucy and everyone else’s best interest to believe that the show won’t get picked up. Because then we’re all spared the agony of waiting to hear something... if we accept that the show is completely done, then we can process it and move on, ya know?

BUT.

I will just say, too, that if fans drop all the energy they’ve spent on trying to get the show renewed now... well, then it really won’t get picked up. Another steaming service or network would only revive a show that had a dedicated audience (otherwise, what’s the point?). This isn’t me trying guilt anyone into anything, btw - this is just me explaining... that will be the reality. So if you’re ready to say goodbye, then do what you have to do for you, do what you have to be happy! But if you’re asking me how it could still work... it’s honestly up to us.

People being in different contracts doesn’t have to mean the show is gone. The majority of the main recurring cast has expressed that they would like to film another season or film for CAOS. Contracts can be worked around, filming schedules can be tweaked. Abbey was only in one episode this past season, but she did almost two weeks of filming it while also starring in Fate: The Winx Saga. Plenty of actors have one or more projects they’re working on at a time.

AND... in addition to what I previously said about the timeframe for a show to be picked up (it took Lucifer and One Day at a Time both 3-4 months to have their renewals announced after their shows’ last episodes on their og networks)... the first sweeps of 2021 just ended on the last day of February. In February, it was reported that Sabrina had the third highest amount of streaming hours for a show between Hulu, Disney+, Netflix, and Amazon Video.

We’re five days into March where tv execs are gathering all this data to decide what they want to invest in. Based on 961 million hours of viewership, CAOS is a pretty reliable investment.

So... in summary, anon - if you need to believe it’s really over for good in order to move on, then believe it. Not saying that sarcastically or dismissively etc... genuinely, take care of yourself. But is there still a chance? Yeah imo, there is.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

They Always Scratch

Prompt: Suffocation Fandom: Winx Club Summary: Icy is buried alive.

They scratch. They always scratch. Claw until their nails wear down and their fingers bleed.

But she is not them. She is Icy and she will accept her fate as readily as a person can. At most she will only live for a couple of hours. A slow suffocation as her oxygen is consumed. She supposes that it is kind of peaceful down here, six feet under the chaotic frenzy of life on the surface.

And it does appeal to her macabre tastes. She closes her eyes, just for the feeling of having them closed. It is already plenty dark. That sort of dark that her eyes will never adjust to. It is good for sleeping.

She just wishes that she could remember how she got here. Had she died? She thinks that she had, or at least they thought that she had. Or maybe she’d finally went and pissed off the wrong person. That could very well be the case with how much she runs her mouth. In that case, she applauds the bastard who had the balls to do it.

She reaches up and presses her hand against the cool velvet lining. If it is velvet then it can’t be the work of some angry fellow tired of her sarcastic quips and relentless insults. Someone had cared to make her burial pretty.

They must think that she is dead already. She supposes that it is an easy mistake to make with her body so naturally cold. It is actually quite commonplace to bury users of ice magic alive. Their bodies...her body had the chill of algor mortis at birth.

Ice magic. If only they hadn’t taken it from her. Ripped it right from her soul as punishment for trying to take over the world again. Faintly she considers that she should have given up two attempts ago. She probably shouldn’t have tried the first time. Yeah, that probably would have been smarter. She had a pretty nice degree going for her, even if her attempt to achieve academic success had been little more than a cover up for her real ambitions.

She laughs to herself, likely eating up an excess amount of her short oxygene supply. Clearly she had lost sight of her real goal if she had managed to make it to the top of her class.

She tries again to think of how she could have died or been mistaken for dead. By God if it was something stupid like choking on a gumball, she probably deserves to be down here. Now, she wouldn’t mind recalling that she had choked on a lifesaver, an ironic death is a fun one.

Most likely she’d been hit by some sort of spell or slipped some sort of potion that imitates the look and feel of death to such a tee that it is impossible to discern it from a real death.

Icy wonders if anyone had shown up to her funeral or if it was just Darcy, Stormy, and the funeral home staff. She supposes that it doesn’t really matter in the long run. It also doesn’t matter if her body can go any colder than it is in life, but she is curious all the same. That curiosity begins to taper off with her air supply. She thinks that she should feel more concern but she can’t particularly muster up the sense to care at all.

The dizziness begins to settle in. She knows that her time is growing short when her head and chest begin to ache. At the last minute she begins to feel the fear that she should have all along. It has finally caught up to her that she truly is going to die, that this is real. That her lungs have nothing to fill on.

But she has respected death in life, so death is kind to her. It steals her away before she can deeply dwell on the matter any further.

[livsoulsecrets]

Incantava AU - Chapter 3: My soul is in the sky

Masterpost

Previous Chapter

Summary: Eleonora is in London for some days for her brother’s photograph exposition. In her last night in the city, she is convinced by her friends to go out by herself and have some fun. Unexpectedly, she meets other Italian there, a charming boy named Edoardo. Not knowing much else about him, she takes her friends’ advice and has a one night stand with him, not expecting to see the boy after that. Little did she know they were bound to meet each other again.

August 22nd

21:58

For some crazy reason, it was ridiculously easy for Eleonora to talk to Edoardo. She usually took a lot of time being comfortable with people until getting to the point she was okay with making a fool of herself.

Weirdly enough, Edoardo could manage to make her do that easily.

During their walk until the said square, they had started talking about the city and how different it felt. Edoardo had told her about his work with his dad and how it drove him crazy sometimes, making it very clear his father was a difficult person to deal with. Ele told him about Filo, his chaos and swetness, how he made her pick up a damn plane to come to his exposition even if she was just one week away from starting college.

They never ran out of things to talk about and that itself was more than enough to make Eleonora feel a bit dizzy. The way he was looking at her wasn’t helping, though.

— Okay, so you are either leading me to the place where you will murder my defenseless self or this square is in Narnia. — Eleonora joked, trying to keep herself together.

— What makes you think I’m the serial killer here? Maybe you are the physco who is playing the defenseless part to murder me. — Edo barely hid his smile and Ele felt pleased with herself for that.

— It is so nice of you to know women can be serial killers too, we totally appreciate the inclusion. — Their shoulders bumped while Ele sarcastically answered him.

— You are very welcome. — He replied, stopping to walk and pointing at the square in front of them. — Anyway, let’s drop our paranoias! We arrived. This place’s sky is not so polluted for some miracle, so we can actually look at the stars.

— And at those heavy clouds, huh? Do you think it is going to rain? — Ele looked up to the cloud, a bit worried about the weather.

— Honestly… When is it not raining here?

— You do have a point.

Edo kept walking and they finally sat down at the bench, side by side.

Ele felt peaceful while looking at the intensity of the sky above them.

— Okay, so the whole our souls being at the sky thing is done. — Ele spoke up after the two of them spent a couple of moments admiring the sky.

— You’re away too impatient, you know? — Edo joked, sending an electric pulse through Ele’s body when he jokingly shoved her, making the sides of their bodies touch completely. — To actually see something, you need to pay attention.

— You sound like a poorly written self help book.

— And you’re away too good at insulting me. — Edoardo laughed at the way Ele rolled her eyes at him, not being able to see the grin that formed in her face shortly after.

— Thank you, it has been years of practice.

— Guess you’ve been preparing for me.

— Guess you think the world revolves around you.

— I do get this a lot. — If Edo realizes Ele’s eyes keep being attracted to his lips, he doesn’t show so. His arms are spread in the bench and his hand is softly touching Ele’s shoulder. — Anyway, if you want to do something, we can just do our thing again.

— Our thing, huh? — Ele makes fun of him, despite the way her heart is racing with the suggestion.

— Yeah, the book thing. — Her grin gets wider and Edo rolls his eyes. — Just do it.

Eleonora doesn’t say a thing, but she reachs into her bag and takes the book out.

— Okay, this time I will just open in a random page and see what it says. — Ele offers and Edo bows closer to spy at the book, almost breathing down her neck, only the fragile light of the street lamps illuminating them.

— As you please. — He complies.

— “We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.” — Ele carefully reads every word out loud, feeling herself blush when Edo lets out a hoarse laugh.

She doesn’t know what she is supposed to do after that, but, luckly, Edo comes to her rescue.

— Well… We should be courageous then.

— What do you mean with that? — Ele’s voice gets weirdly high and she curses herself for that.

— I mean: we should play a game! — Edo suggests and Ele crooks an eyebrow at him, surprised.

— Don’t you dare trying to push “20 questions” down my throat!

— Too late, that is what we are doing. If you don’t answer the questions I make… Then I can post something on your social media.

— Same thing for me? — Edo nods. — Okay, then, I’m in. But, can we please go to somewhere safer than an empty square at night? — Ele demand and Edo nods, agreeing to her.

They walk for a bit in silence until finding a restaurant to hang out at.

— Okay, I’ll take it easy on you. Worst pain you ever felt? — Edo asks once they find a good table, away from everyone else.

— When I was 12, I had appendicitis. I thought I was going to die, it was horrible! Nothing ever came close to it ever since. — Ele lets out the part where she had to take a taxi to get to the hospital because she had nobody to go with her, but the thought wanders in her mind for a bit longer.

— It’s your turn now. — Edo says, seeming to notice she became distant for a bit.

— Alright… If you had to be trapped on a desert island, who would you take there with you?

— That’s easy. My best friend, Fede. He’s annoying as fuck, but that is good to fill all the silence, right? Who would you take?

— My brother… Probably for the same reason. Favorite cartoon growing up?

It is weird to think of Edo as a kid, but there’s a certain light in his eyes and a levity in his features that make him seem so young at certain moments despite his facade. Eleonora wonders what made him put that facade on in the first place.

— Okay, don’t laugh at me! — He asks and Ele gets pulled out of her thoughts.

— I won’t, come on, say it!

— It was Winx. — Ele almost gasps because of how unlike him it sounds. — My dad didn’t want me to watch it, he said it was a “girls’ show”, but I would do it anyway. Every time he entered the living room, I would just change it to Mickey Mouse or some shit.

— Are you kidding me? — Ele wonders again.

— What? Are you saying you agree with him? — Edo dramatically puts a hand on his chest, pretending to be disappointed.

— Of course not, that’s bullshit. But… Winx was my favorite show growing up too. — Ele says back and they both laugh at another coincidence bonding them.

— Flora was my favorite.

— Oh, darling, I was Flora! I would fight anyone that tried to be her when I was a kid while we played together.

— Oh, someone was taking it too seriously! — He looks delighted with the story, though.

— Look, she is the best one, okay? The guardian of the nature!

— The Fairy of Flowers! All of that! — Edoardo completes her without hesitating.

At that moment, Ele feels young. Maybe it is being out in the middle of the night in a beautiful city. Or perhaps it is the memories of the times where she was a easy going and happy kid that do it to her.

It could as well be Edo’s company.

— Hum… First kiss? — Edoardo asks this time and Ele freezes on the spot.

The memories that come back to her this time are not very pleasant. Ele thinks back to Francesco and her heart aches a bit. Everytime she thinks she’s over him, over what he did to her, life finds a way to bring all the pain right back to her.

— Guess I’ll take the challenge. — Ele says, quickly reaching for her phone to open her Twitter app.

— Oh, that bad?

— Just do it. — Ele faked a smile and handled him the phone. Edo typed fast, a mischievous smile never leaving his lips.

— And it’s done! — He seemed too excited for it to be a good thing, but Ele took a look at it anyway.

— Oh my god, you just ruined my life. For the next weeks, that’s all my brother will be talking about! Filo will never let it go. — Ele grunts, but Edo keeps laughing at how red her face got. — Asshole! — She curses over her breath when their eyes cross again. — Okay… I’ll end you now: worst lie you ever told your mom?

Edoardo bites his lip when he hears the question and Ele is sure he’s about to burst out some dumb joke, but he stays silent.

She is confused by his reaction, until he pulls his phone out just like she did before and handles it to her.

— Well, if I didn’t tell my mom about it, I certainly can’t tell a stranger. — Edo says, the stupidly gorgeous smile returning to his face, as if his previous silence meant nothing.

— Ow, you hurt me like this. You know my name, what my favorite show is and who I would take to a desert island with me. I went to high school with people I knew less about, do you know that? — Ele teases him just because she doesn’t like the worried bow that was in his face before.

Her idea works, because he immediately laughs in return, his head being thrown back during it.

— Alright, I will post something in your Instagram, but you gotta take the picture. — Ele says, telling Edo what he should do next. He gets oddly quiet while she posts the pic he took. — What? Was the picture not good?

— No. It was awesome. You’re awesome, I mean. — Edo said, swallowing nervously.

— Oh… Thanks. — She answers, an unexpected shyness taking over her when she posts the picture with a ironic caption on his Instagram.

— Here it is. — Their hands brush when she handles Edo his phone. If he takes notice of that, he doesn’t show.

— Alright. Your turn. — Edo says, his chair somehow getting closer to hers in the process.

— Fine… Do you have a secret?

— Oh… That’s deep. — Edo says, surprised.

— You act so mysteriously sometimes. Guess the question fits you. — Ele shakes her shoulder, her whole body aware of Edo’s arm resting in her chair.

— Alright, I suppose you’re right. You know… I do have a couple of secrets, but I can only think of one right now. — She was nervously aware of how close he was right now.

Surprisingly enough, Eleonora wouldn’t mind if he somehow managed to get closer.

That was the moment the waitress decided to come close to them, letting them know the bar was closing off.

Edo almost jumped away from her, given how unexpected the interruption was, but he managed to keep his voice normal while talking to the waitress. They paid the bill in an awkward silence.

Her stomach was turning and her hands were sweating. Ele was so nervous she didn’t realize it had started raining outside.

— Shit. Can’t believe it started raining already. — Edo said.

— It’s not too strong, if we hurry, I think we won’t catch the worst part of it. — Ele suggests, trying to focus on something other than the fact Edo was about to kiss her.

Or better: that she was about to let him.

— Yes, it’s better if we leave before it gets heavier.

— My hotel is over there. — She pointed to the upper street.

— So is my apartment. — With that, they both took some courage and left the bar behind, doing their best to avoid getting soaked with the rain.

At certain point, Ele wasn’t able to see a thing and her body collapsed in Edo’s arms. He catches her out of reflex, they both almost falling down.

They were standing in the middle of the pouring rain that had no signal of stopping.

Ele’s dress was getting tighter and tighter as she stood there, Edo’s hands still on her lap, hers on his shoulders.

— We should go. — Edo whispered, but he didn’t make any move.

— Yes, we should.

— Will we? — He asked cautiously.

— What was it the book was saying again? — She gives him another question instead of an answer, but he seems satisfied with it by the smile on his face.

— “We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.” — Edo quoted, his eyes not leaving hers.

— We met. Maybe it’s time for the rehearse. — Ele whispers, barely registering the confusion on Edo’s eyes.

She reaches out and pulls him into her, her hands moving to his neck as their lips crash against each other.

Ele only has a second of lucid thoughts to consider the insanity of what she’s going, but that moment is quickly gone, forgotten by the overlying sensation of being held so fiercely. The feeling of being lost and found all at once.

Maybe it’s insane. Maybe it’s stupid.

But when Edo takes her off her feet, Eleonora couldn’t care less about logic.

Previous Chapter

[crue-sixx]

Shy Girl

Title: Shy Girl

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: The Dirt (Motley Crue Movie)

Summary: The reader asks Nikki to do the one thing he enjoys, but doesn't do very often.

Warnings: Anal Sex, Swearing

18+ readers

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Nikki stared at you in complete awe.  He couldn't believe what you just asked him to do to you.  You looked down at the ground, your face red with shame.  Your one year anniversary was coming up, the longest relationship you ever had.  You were normally prude, but since getting together with Nikki you turned into a kinky little nymphomaniac. Nikki never complained of course, he was damn proud to have been the one to corrupt you.  "What did you just ask me?" he asked for clarification, not knowing if he heard you correctly.

Your eyes had small tears threatening to fall from the corners "P-Please don't make me say it again..." you twitted your fingers nervously "It's embarrassing..."

"Hey" he embraced you and stroked your hair gently "I enjoy anal" he reassured you. "I just don't get to do it that often cause chicks don't usually want it..." he was secretly so proud of you for admitting that you wanted him to take you in the ass.

"Do I have to do some special preparations?" you asked, sniffling.

"Do a water based enema" he thought "No eating a few hours beforehand and be sure to wear a belt on your naked waist" he slowly kissed you, hands wandering to your hips "and plenty of lube" he added.  He didn't want to hurt you "I'll go slow" he promised.

You had already made reservations at a nice restaurant and a hotel room for the night a week from now.  You relaxed in his embrace and said "No sex until then okay?" you heard him whimper "Just to build up the anticipation baby" he reluctantly agreed, he knew you'd rock his world when the time came.

After you had left and he had a small moment to himself he looked upwards to the heavens, bought his hands together in prayer and mouthed the words "Thank you".

As promised, he behaved himself all week.  You got the supplies he told you to get and did your enema.  It felt odd doing it, but it cleaned your cavity very well.  When you got to the hotel with him, you excused yourself to make sure you thoroughly washed the hole to be penetrated, making sure it was squeaky clean.  When you came out, he was looking rather hungry  "Ready Y/N?"

"Yes, Nikki" you were completely naked, save for the belt around your waist like he'd asked.  You were blushing deeply when he scooped you up bridal style and began kissing you ravenously.  You had to giggle "Jesus Nikki, slow down!  I'm not going anywhere!"

"You had me hold out for a week, baby" he made little love bites down your neck and collarbone "I haven't even jacked off..." he laid you on the bed, turned you on your belly and you felt his warm, wet mouth on your anus.

A shock of pleasure jolted through you "No Nikki!" you whined "That's dirty!"

He looked up at you with arched eyebrows "Have you met me?" he asked sarcastically before going back to work.  "Besides, this makes it easier on you..."   This did feel strange at first, but you adjusted quickly-even liking it.  You finally relaxed, laying back and simply enjoying the pleasure your man was giving you.  He stopped, backing away to take off his clothes.  "That's enough of that.  You're just slick enough..." he squeezed a little lube into his hand and rubbed his throbbing cock down with it.

You had taken his cock many times before, so you weren't worried about the feel.  But you'd never had anything go in your ass so you were nervous about that.  "Please be gentle, baby..." he lifted you up to your hands and knees, trailing sweet kisses along your back and spine.  This move alone eased your tension and he slipped in with ease.  You let out a small whine, the feeling was uncomfortable.

"Shit" Nikki moved around a little, adjusting himself inside you "Sorry..."

"It's okay" you looked back at him, those bedroom eyes getting him every time "Just move..."

"O-okay..." he said, taking hold of the belt around your waist in one hand, gripping your shoulder with the other.  He began thrusting slowly like he promised.  You were so slick with saliva and lube that he had no problem sliding in and out, you started feeling more pleasure than discomfort now.  You made those cute little squeaking sounds you usually did when you and him had sex.  "Oh fuck baby you feel amazing..." he sighed in your ear, nibbling and licking it.

"You're filling me up, Nik" you moaned into your chest, you being unable hold your head up from your nerve endings all going off at the same time.  The sounds of the wetness squelching and his hips gently slapping your ass only amplified your pleasure.  You felt a little more daring so you said "If you want...you can get a little rougher with me..."

He stopped mid thrust and stared "Are you sure?" he lightly panted.

"Yes, Nikki" you grabbed a hold of the headboard "Take me..."

With both hands grasping the belt now he made one quick, deep thrust.  He put so much force into it that the whole bed moved, causing the headboard to smash into the wall.  You let out a loud yelp, he immediately stopped and asked "Fuck, are you alright?  Did I hurt you?"

"No" you promised "I just didn't expect it to feel that good" you smiled back at him.  "Please, keep going...I need a faster pace..."

"You sure?" he asked one last time "If I'm hurting you, you'll tell me right?"

At this point you were getting impatient with him-a first.  "Yes Nikki I will tell you, now will you please fuck me in the ass?!"  he had to chuckle a moment at that before giving you the pace you needed.  The whole bed was moving in time with his thrusts, the both of you bringing in the chorus with your moans.

"Fuck, baby you feel so tight..." he was giving you a good fucking, the both of you sweating in no time.  You felt the belt around your waist being tugged in all directions as he pounded you.  He let his head fall back with "God damn...god damn..." at this point he completely abandoned the belt and grasped onto your thighs, lifting them off the bed and using his sheer strength to support your body. "Fuck,,,fuck...FUCK!" you thought he was about to cum, judging by how loud he was being but he had enough stamina to last a while longer.

"Nik" you moaned to him "Squeeze my ass cheeks..." you pleaded with him.  He did as you told him, being a little rougher than he intended.  He left red marks where his hands were, and a small amount of blood oozed out from where he had dug his nails in.  He let you back on your knees and continued the speed.

"Holy fucking shit Y/N" he whispered "Your ass is phenomenal..." he gave it a good, hard open palm slap that reverberated throughout the whole room.  You let out a different yelp-one of pain and he knew he'd gone too far.  You ignored the pain and rolled your hips in a circular motion, to which he froze and shuddered.  "Oh my fuckin' god Y/N" he let his hands fall to his sides "if you keep doin' that, you're gonna make me cum..."

"Oh really?" you teased, only doing it harder.  "Then fill me up, baby..."  Your own wetness flowed down from your pussy. staining the sheets from a light pink to a blood red.  You had came multiple times already, but you didn't let him know that just yet.  When his orgasm hit him, he quickly pulled out and came on your ass, some of his semen dripping down your ass crack.

He couldn't help but stare at it-it was so fucking hot that he could have gone another round, but he saw that you were exhausted.  You needed to rest and he wouldn't just up and leave you or try to get you to do another round.  You were weak from the new, intense pleasure he gave you.  You just flopped down on the bed, breathless. "That. Was. Awesome" you said as he flopped next to you.

"Hell yeah it was" he cuddled into you, being the big spoon.  His dick had went limp, as he was satisfied.  "You're amazing, Y/N" he kissed the back of your head "In more ways than one" you needed his touch in a non-sexual way.

You glanced over at the clock on the wall, his eyes following "We still have half an hour until our reservation time" he said "Do you still wanna go?"

"I don't think I can move after that" you said honestly.

He laughed and offered "Room service or Chinese takeout?"

"Take-out" you said "Room service sucks in this hotel".

The next few days you were walking funny, his friends knowing exactly why, though he had never told them.  They kept their snickers to themselves, shutting up when Nikki shot them glares that would shatter diamonds.  You then gained a new respect for your sphincter.

When you were able to walk normally again, he said "I understand if you don't wanna do anal again.  I'm cool with it" he looked a little forlorn at the idea.

"I enjoyed it" you told him "I just don't want to do it that way very often" you held his hand and put your head on his shoulder.

"Really?" he was surprised to hear that "You wanna do it that way again?"

"On special occasions" you said teasing him.

"What kind of occasions?" he teased back.

"Every holiday and birthday" you promised.  He picked you up and you laughed in surprise, wrapping your legs around his waist.  He kissed you deeply and tenderly.

"I love you, Y/N" he said, pressing his forehead to yours.

"I love you too, Nikki" he let you down, and you continued on your walk in the park.

[calissarowan]

Would it be better if Sibylla was the next Queen of the Earth’s Fairies instead of Nebula??

Ooh, good ask! And yes. One million percent yes. Or is it? On face value, Sibylla is definitely better for the role. She’s calm, and just, and didn’t try to kill all of humanity. And Nebula has a short temper, uses violence to solve her problems, and tried to crush a city to win a scrap. It’s not hard to see who’s a better choice for a ruler.

But! Sibylla knew what was going to happen on the day of the wizards’ trial. But she says she cannot interfere, or stop the Winx’s destiny. Now, I get that this is a Fairy of Justice thing, but a lot of people could have died, and two people did. That wasn’t important enough to say ‘Oh, screw protocol!’ and let the Winx in on the fact that the wizards are planning to betray them? A queen needs to be proactive, not a casual observer who holds herself apart from everyone and only steps in and acts as a villain B&B once you’ve slogged through her obstacle course of death.

And Nebula. Now, I don’t think Nebula was the right choice for queen. Anyone that’s read my second sarcastic comic summary knows that. But if we’re comparing her to Sibylla? Well, it depends. (And we’re ignoring her in season six, because she’s acting like a completely different person.) Her bad qualities are very obvious. As a queen, she’d be terrible at making smart, sensible decisions. She’s looking for a fight. But, if she’s actually undergone the character growth that was implied at the end of season 4? If she’s actually managed to reform? Well, then I think she’d have the empathy down. Whatever someone’s done, she’s kinda been there, done that, bought the t-shirt. She should be able to see where people are coming from, and be lenient and understanding towards their mistakes. I honestly think that if the wizards ever returned, it’d actually be really lovely if she supported them trying to reform (if they were trying, that is), because she knows that sometimes second chances don’t take, and you need a third, and you have to work damn hard at it. Also, Nebula’s led an army, and, though it’s not her finest moment, pulled off a very efficient coup; she knows how to lead and inspire people.

All in all, they both have good and bad qualities, but, honestly, I’m going to come down in favour of Nebula, just based on the fact that Sibylla just doesn’t…seem capable of taking action. And that’s so important in a queen. Honestly, I’m with my friend @devilheartsblog, who thinks they should just abolish the monarchy and set up a council of the Major Fairies, but since that’s not one of the options, yeah, Nebula. The fairies need a leader, and Sibylla just isn’t a leader.

Great ask, thanks so much! I had lots of fun thinking this over as I wrote.

[crue-sixx]

The Lady In The Water

Title: The Lady In The Water

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: The Dirt

Summary:  The tortured soul of a murdered woman lingers above her watery tomb.  Her spirit resides in the apartment she once called home, her power growing stronger on rainy days. You are a medium-you can see hear and talk to ghosts.  You must help them find the light.

Note: Based on the Haunted Apartment HC.  The character of John Rimbauer and his house Rose Red are of the mind of Stephen King.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, paranormal and scary shit, implied rape murder and drowning, ghost sex.  If you are squeamish please don't read.

Late 1880's

Amelia Grace was a low level worker, who had joined the labor union in the strikes for better working conditions.  She soon went up the latter in the Union ranks and became the spokesperson for the cause.  Across the continent in New York, a horrible fire broke out in a textile factory that burned over 100 poor souls of women and girls alive.  The owners had locked the doors with heavy chains during working hours, so that their employees would be forced to work their entire shifts with no breaks.  One of the machines had caught fire and in a matter of minutes and only a handful of workers jumped to safety, though not entirely safe.  They sustained broken bones and horrible burns-scarring them for life. 

She was now speaking at a rally against a Seattle based businessman John Rimbauer.  He had built a factory in the city where he employed the cruelest of men to be his overseers.  She had been speaking with some of the women and girls in his employ and from what they relayed to her, John Rimbauer had an insatiable sexual appetite.  When he'd come and inspect the books, he'd call some ladies into his office and spend extended periods of time with them. afterward the ladies having expressions on their faces that looked as if they'd made a pact with the devil.

She was nabbed by his men that night at her residence and taken to a sewer.  She had been chained to the floor with little room for movement.  Before her, John Rimbauer himself stood before her and clucked his tongue "Little hens should know that it's the rooster who calls the world to arms" he reached down and brushed a thumb against her chin delicately.

Amelia spat in his face, to which he calmly wiped off the saliva.  With a wicked grin on his face, he took from her what all people value most-consent.  Over many weeks, he deprived her of nourishment and forced her into debauchery previously unknown to her.  When the flood waters came and filled the sewers, she met her fate, but not before she cursed his name, his family and wherever he'd reside.  But her spirit remains to this day tethered to her apartment unit, where the very thing that was her death became the source of her power-water.

Death was only the beginning.

Early 1980's

You had heard rumors of the missing woman named Amelia Grace, that she was still alive somewhere in a bog in Ireland for some shit like that.  You didn't believe a word of it, so you decided that she was long since dead and buried in an unmarked grave somewhere in the city. 

You see, you were a hunter of all things paranormal and your brother Mick had given you a hot tip that something was going down in his friends' apartment.  He said he'd hear a woman's whisper softly in his ear, then a cold chill would wash over him like he'd been splashed with ice water.  You didn't bother with all the high-tech equipment, you had a knack at attracting weird shit to you, which is why you were always secretly Mick's favorite sibling, from the day he found you playing with an imaginary friend.

You were rolling a ball and he thought it was hitting the wall and rolling back to you with momentum, but when he saw the ball stop in the middle of the room and roll back to you, he shit his pants.  He made sure to watch you so you didn't say anything to your parents and wind up in the loony bin, instructing you to shut the Hell up if you saw or heard anything out of the ordinary.

You had moved up here in his place with him to help him with his medical condition, paying him back for all the childhood memories he had shared with you.  He made you feel normal, while all the other kids (including your own brothers and sisters) called you a freak and rubbed your face in the mud.  He had warned you about his band mates, that they'd try to get in your pants.  You teased your brother "I might just need someone in my pants,  my hand does get lonely down there".

He chocked on his coffee and said "You're disgusting" with a furrowed brow.

You met his friends, they seemed really cool.  You knew better than to admit you could see, hear and communicate with ghosts right off the bat, but this place felt more powerful than others.  To your ears, a leaky faucet was the scream of a person in pure agony.  It sounded like someone dragging a rusty fork across a chalkboard. 

You only stayed five minutes until you had to leave.  You quickly apologized and told Mick to explain it to them later.  You knew they'd scoff in your face-just like everyone else did.  You elected to stay away a few days and do some research and you were giddy with glee when you saw Amelia Grace's name on the records of tenants, you had to go back almost 100 years worth of documents at the library, the building had changed hands so many times it was almost impossible to track the original owner.

While you were away, things started getting more noticeable around the unit, then going downright dangerous.  The landlord had said that nobody lived in this unit longer than a year, especially males, and they would soon see why. 

On the rare occasion that Vince actually did the dishes, something in the dishwater caught his eye.  Where should have been his reflection, the visage of a pretty woman took it's place.  She was smiling at him and laughing, then she raised her finger and curled it towards her.  He was completely captivated, him not knowing he was leaning over the sink and putting his face in the soapy water.  Her touch was like a ray of warmth, her hands caressing his face with the softness of a feather pillow.

When he opened his eyes, the woman had turned into a rotting shell of her former self. She let out a shrill scream and her leather, bony fingers clasped his head tightly and tried to drag him deeper.  He panicked and tried to pull away from her, but this only strengthened her resolve and almost had drowned him in the sink when Tommy pulled him up with "What the Hell Vinny?!  Why're trying to drown yourself dude?!"

Vince looked back to the dishwater, where the majority of it was splashed about the countertop and floor.  His eyes were wild like he'd taken a hit of a drug, but he hadn't even touched anything like that yet today.  "Th-the girl..." was all he could stammer while Tommy tried to console him. the drummer telling the singer that he was probably still either drunk or high from last night.  It took more convincing on Tommy's part to calm his friend down, but it was done.

A week later, Tommy was in the shower when he heard a bubbly voice from the drain calling his name.  I also sounded distant, like it was far away.  He bent down to listen, and as he was eye level with the drain, a thick clump of hair sprang up and wrapped itself around his neck.  It was slimy and stringy, and way too strong to be just normal hair.  He stumbled and fell, dragging up even more hair with him.

He watched in utter terror as he saw decaying flesh drag itself from the drain and assemble before him.  He looked into the dead eyes of the female, her hair wrapping him in a cocoon of mold, debris and the unholiest of foul smelling filth that not even the devil himself could concoct. Tommy was so horrified that he didn't even notice the temperature of the water was rising substantially-beyond what was normal or bearable to a human to withstand.

His skin began to sizzle, and chemical burns began to appear on the surface.  It was then the pain overtook his fear and began yowling for help.  Nikki was in the kitchen when he heard Tommy fall in the shower.  He got up to see if he was okay, but knew it was quite the opposite when he was screaming for assistance.  Nikki kicked down the door and had to look away only for a moment before helping his friend. 

He grabbed up a towel to wrap around Tommy, who was shaking from shock and fear.  Nikki then got on the phone for an ambulance and did as the dispatcher instructed him to.  Normally he would have told whoever was giving him orders to fuck off but he didn't want to hurt Tommy any further.  Vince came home to see Tommy be wheeled away on a stretcher and he looked to Nikki for answers.  "What the fuck happened?!"

"I don't know" Nikki was so mad he was shaking "Maybe the landlord fucked with the boiler or the damn thing's broken!"  he went and cussed out the landlord over the issue and the landlord insisted that he didn't touch the boiler, even going as far as to show them that the boiler was up to code, in working order and at a reasonable temperature for bathing.

Vince remembered what happened to him and relayed it to Nikki "Dude, there's something off about our unit man!  I saw some bloated chick in the water while I was washing dishes last week!"

"You're so full of shit Vince!" Nikki laughed sarcastically "I don't know what to believe, you saying we have a ghost or you saying you did the fuckin' dishes!"

"I'm serious!" he actually started bawling "Remember when Mick's sister Y/N could only stay a few minutes before she looked like she was gonna be sick?"

Nikki DID remember you, only because you were hot and he wanted to fuck you.  He did think it was strange that you focused on the water pipes in the unit, but he was naturally attracted to people who were somewhat odd.  "Vince, get it out of your head that our place is haunted!  If you don't like it you can move the fuck out!  I'm staying right here!"

The blonde stared in disbelief and said "You know what?  Fuck you, Sixx!  There's something wrong with this place!" he walked backward while flipping Nikki the bird with both hands "I'm staying with Mick and Y/N!"

With all the events of the day, Nikki opted to drink alone in the apartment and shoot up.  He was alone in his bed, in a drug induced sleep when he felt the soft wetness of your kisses on his cheek.  He jolted awake to see you naked straddling his hips.  He smirked as you gave a playful wave. and said "Surprise!"

"How'd you get in?" he asked in his slurred speech.

"The window" you giggled "Just like everyone else!" you leaned forward so your nipples grazed his and said "You know, I wanted you to fuck me since the day I saw you..." the rain outside made the light distort your features so he couldn't see what you actually were-the ghost taking your form, the thing he truly desired.

Now Nikki Sixx wasn't one to turn down sex when it was freely offered so he leaned forward and kissed your lips, then moving down to your breasts.  He was getting hard just by touching and kissing you.  He reached down to play with your pussy but you stopped him "I'm already so wet for you, baby" you groaned into his mouth "Just fuck me already" you pulled his cock up and you slid him into you with ease.

He moaned loudly, you being wetter for him than any other bitch before you.  "Jesus Fuckin' Christ Y/N you're so hot..." he slowly began thrusting into you, but you leaned forward and pinned his arms to the bed.

"No, no, no Nikki" you chastised "I'm callin' the shots tonight" he chuckled, him secretly liking a woman dominating him.  "You just stay still and I'll ride your cock like the Lone Ranger rides Silver..." he laid back, with your still pinning him down.

Soon, he was at his limit "Oh my god Y/N you're gonna melt my dick off!" he then shot his load into you and after a moment of bliss, he stared in silence as you began rotting right in front of him.  You were decaying rapidly, the stink of human waste oozed from the walls, dripping slowly like molasses.

He knew that Vince was right- their place was haunted.  He tried to get the ghost off of him, but her frame became heavier with each thrash.  He got some relief when she stopped only to be horrified when she began dry heaving.  He knew what was next, but he couldn't stop it.  She vomited sewer water onto him, the putrid potion going in his mouth and up his nose.  Thankfully he closed his eyes as the torrent of dirty water hit him. 

When he was finally able to get up, he noticed what felt like to be soft wet kisses was actually a dripping faucet right above his bed.  He looked around to try and find the mess the ghost had made of his room, but the only mess he could find was of his own doing in the crotch area of his sheets.  He cleaned himself up a little, got dressed and went over to Mick's where he told you all that he believed what Vince said was true.

"Told you, asshole!" the singer retorted.

"So what do you want to do now?" you asked both of them "With Tommy in the hospital and you two here, the unit's empty right?"

Mick looked at you and said "Oh no Missy!  You're not going over there alone!"

"Mick I HAVE to" you told him sincerely "I've been doing research on the building and I think I know who she is...all I have to do is speak her name and she'll be gone" you put a hand on his shoulder "I am not that scared little girl anymore Bobby" you called him by his real name, him reluctantly letting you go.

The unit definitely smelled like a sewer that was for sure.  You turned on all the faucets and opened the windows to let the rain in.  The howling wind and the metallic scream from the pipes became one-you seeing the ghost in front of your very eyes.  She was looking at you not in hatred but curiosity, like she was reading an interesting book.  You locked eyes with her and dared not break the stare.  "Amelia Grace!" you shouted.

The ghost hollered in pain, a look of surprise overtaking her.  You said her name again and she screamed louder.  You shouted her name a few more times, bringing her to her knees.  You knelt in front of her and grabbed both sides of her head, sending her images of the newspaper clippings you found in various libraries.  She stopped screaming, and tears of joy began rolling down her face.  Her skin was healing itself so she looked more alive than dead.  "John Rimbauer has paid dearly for his misdeeds" you gently told her.

"His house was cursed, claiming his beloved daughter" you went on "his family in ruin.  You have been avenged, Amelia.  You don't need to linger here anymore..." you gave a soft kiss on her forehead "Go in peace..." she smiled, a heavenly glow engulfed her as she made peace with her death.

The rain stopped, the whole unit soaked but it was warm again.  When you came back to Mick's place, you were exhausted and plopped down on your bed without a word.  While you were asleep, Mick took the time to tell them about you and your gifts.  They believed every word-even Tommy when he came back from the hospital.

They quickly moved their stuff from the unit to Mick's place and you all slept in the living room where there was more area to accommodate more bodies.  They didn't want to go back, and you didn't blame them.  You kept in touch over the years and you deepened your research to locate Amelia Grace's remains in the sewers.  You eventually did and arranged for a proper burial, her epitaph reading "A revolutionary, murdered before her time.  May she find comfort knowing her death was not in vain"  you felt a warm hand touch yours, you looked up to see Amelia Grace.

"Thank you" she said as she handed you an antique necklace "If I ever had any daughters, I'd want them to be as courageous as you..." she kissed your hand and vanished for the final time.

"Who you talkin' to babe?" your husband Nikki asked, your twin girls Amelia and Grace not far behind him.

"Just an old friend" you assured them, looking back at the grave and closing the book on the case of Amelia Grace for good.

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Save the Girl

Title:  Save the Girl

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: The Dirt (Motley Crue)

Summary: The reader is getting married to her fiancee Jerry and Tommy has feelings for her, but thinks that she's happy with Jerry so he doesn't say anything.  Looks can be deceiving though.

Warning: Domestic abuse mention, swearing, fluff.  If any of these makes you uncomfortable please don't read.

Things were all ready for the wedding, just a few weeks away.  You were happy to be marrying Jerry, the love of your life.  He had his moments, but he was only human.  We all have our faults, like you couldn't cook for shit or do housework correctly.  Of course, you'd never even thought of doing housework when you were going to university for finance.  You were the top of your class, graduating valedictorian will a full ride to the best business school in the country.  Then you met Jerry and everything changed.

He told you of all the things he'd do for you when your first got together- get a job so you'd never have to work, stay home and take care of the house and eventual children.  That seemed like a beautiful dream, then he started doing things to hinder your chances at being your own person.  Like hiding your acceptance letter from business school and the accompanying forms for you to fill out.  He only mentioned it after you asked about it, which of course was after you called the school to see what was taking so long.  By that time, the acceptance date had passed.

You got into a screaming match with him, and in the middle of a sentence, that was the first time he hit you.  The both of you were stunned into silence, before you left the apartment you shared with him and went to your mother's house.  There, you got yet another shock when she said "It's your fault he hit you.  You should give up on your silly dream and settle down" you mother had always been the traditional housewife and all you saw was a miserable shell of what she used to be.  You then left her house and went to a hotel for a few days.

Then you made the biggest mistake of your life-you went crawling back to Jerry begging for forgiveness.  He took you in and said "Now don't make me hit you again, Y/N" you looked to the ground in shame.  He let you apply to the school again, but he had to know all the names of your teachers, classmates, when you had class and when you'd be home.  If you were even a few minutes late, you'd be in one of your lover's quarrels again.

In time, you got a job in an accounting firm as a financial advisor to one Mick Mars, the guitarist from the notorious rock band Motley Crue.  He seemed cool at first but when you saw notes in his financial record for $10,000 loans under the tag "snacks" you knew you were dealing with a substance abuser.  You looked up at him during one of your weekly meetings and said "Mr. Mars, if you keep taking out loans for 'snacks' you will be bankrupt in four months" you didn't care about what he did, but if he didn't have enough money to pay you to keep his checkbook balanced then you'd have to drop one of your most notable clients-an event that would have ended your career.

"Okay Miss L/N" he sighed, getting up with a grunt.  He had disclosed his medical condition to you, and you felt for him.  You would make sure that he'd have enough money for medications and treatment, even if it meant that you'd secretly put some of your own money in his account.  He remained quiet a moment then asked "Would you like a drink with me when you get off?"

You were taken aback by this offer, but it had been a long time since you had a drink with another person.  Jerry never let you go anywhere without him-even to your mother's house on holidays.  He'd even call you at work multiple times a day to see what you were doing, and if you didn't answer he'd interrogate you when you got home, accuse you of cheating on him and he'd hit you again.  "Just a quick drink wouldn't hurt" you smiled at Mick, since you'd be off the clock in a few minutes anyway.

When you drank with him, you found him much more interesting than you originally thought.  He was only a year or two older than you and you'd been his financial advisor for over a year now.  You felt a real connection with him and he was a perfect gentleman.  You started talking about Jerry, how he never lets you do anything and you always had to be on call for him.  Mick looked at you with utter shock.  "If he's such an asshole to you, then why are you with him?"

"I don't know" you answered truthfully, playing with your engagement ring "he's the only one who talked to me when I was in school, the only man to show interest in a nerd like me..."

"That's not a reason to marry someone" he told you "Hell, even dating him sounds like a nightmare!" he laughed, but you just shuddered.  You became very uncomfortable at that point and excused yourself, saying you'd see him at next weeks client meeting.

After you'd left, Mick scolded himself.  "I'm such a goddamned idiot..." he had liked you from the first client meeting.  You were intelligent, courteous and explained everything in layman's terms so he'd understand what you were doing for him.  He was quite impressed at the delicate way you told him to stop with the "snack" runs.  The last few financial advisors he'd hired cursed him out and dropped him as a client after a month.  He sat at the bar and sighed, taking a swig of vodka.

Jerry was waiting for you when you came in "Who was that old dude you were just with at the bar?" in the calmest tone he could muster.  The pit of your stomach fell through, knowing that tone meant a beating.

"Just one of my clients" you choked out "we had a weekly meeting today and he invited me for a drink afterward..."

"Is that so?" Jerry got up and grabbed your wrist tightly "are you fucking him too?"

"Jerry, let go" you winced "You're hurting me..."

"ARE YOU FUCKING HIM LIKE THE LITTLE SLUT YOU ARE?!" this was the last thing you remember before he hit you again.

The next morning, you surveyed the damage to your face-a black eye and a busted lip.  Your eyes started tearing up as you put on make-up to cover the injuries.  The looks you got at the office were a mixture of sadness, horror and pity.  This you expected after a beating, but what you didn't expect was Mick Mars coming in to apologize for saying what he did last night.  He took a good look at your face "What the fuck happened?!"

"It's nothing..." you assured him.

"A black eye and split lip isn't nothing!  Who did that to you?!"

It was then your best friend Lily walked by and answered "Her good for nothing, woman beatin' fiancee!"

"Lily!" you scolded "I told you that in confidence!"

"Yeah!" Lily shot back "I am confident that man'll kill you if you don't leave his sorry ass!  Hell, you can come stay with me a while!  Me and Johnny love havin' you around!" Johnny being her husband.

Mick looked like he was about to explode in rage "Or me!  I wouldn't mind having you in Mars Mountain with me!" that being the name he'd chosen for his residence, as he bought a whole mountain for himself.  Lily looked Mick up and down in a playful, quizzical manner.  He grew annoyed and said "What?"

She smiled and said "Nothin'" she shuffled some papers on the desk "Just that I've been seein' the glances you been eye'n Y/N with ever since she took you on as a client" her tone had changed from serious to flirty.

He blushed a little and said "I have no idea what you're talking about..."

"Don't play dumb!  You've wanted to hold her in your arms for a long, long time!"

You too were blushing, you having the same thought from time to time.  Just the other night, you dreamed that you were getting married to him instead of Jerry, and you were happy.  You cleared your throat and said "Mr. Mars, if you have no other business today, please leave..."

He bit his lip and showed himself out, after he left you chewed out Lily for bringing your personal business to a client.  "Girl, when are you gonna see that man isn't fit to be your pool boy much less your husband!  Does he have to put you in the hospital for you to leave him?!"

"Jerry loves me!  He just gets rough sometimes!" you defended him.

Lily stared at you like you had seven heads.  "That isn't what love is, Y/N!  He loves the control you let him have over you!  That man you just put out" she motioned to the door "that man loves you!"

"How do you know that?" you asked sarcastically.

"Because he looks at you the same way my husband still looks at me after ten years of marriage!"  she slammed her hands on the desk "he even offered his home to you, you stupid bitch!"

That was all you could take for today, so you informed your supervisor that you'd be taking the rest of the day off and to cancel all your appointments.  This was a rare thing for you so you'd been granted the off time right away.  You went back to the apartment and went to sleep.  When you woke up, Jerry had come home and asked "What are you doing home?" in the calm, dangerous voice.

"I had a bad day at work, so I came home to chill out" you wiped your eyes.

"Were you waiting for your other boyfriend?  The old guy from the bar?" he asked.

"No!" you got up to defend yourself "Yes, he came by the office but that was to apologize for something he said yesterday!" you then felt his hands around your neck and squeeze.  You were gasping for air, hearing the words "slut", "tramp" and "I'll kill you" before the world began to shrink and spin, until there was only black.

The next week, Mick went to his meeting with Miss L/N as usual, but he was greeted by Lily, who had taken all of Y/N appointments for her.  In her most professional voice, she said "I'm very sorry Mr. Mars, but Miss L/N is indisposed for a few days" she was writing something on a note card and slide it over to him "If you'd like to reschedule for when she comes back, I'd be more than happy to set that up for you!"

"No, that's okay" he read the card, putting it in his coat pocket "Please let her know that I stopped by" he shook Lily's hand.

"Go save that woman from that devil, ya hear me?" he nodded and walked to a payphone, where he dialed three numbers and asked for the same favor from all three recipients.  They all know it had to be serious-Mick Mars never asked for favors.

The note card read "L.A. General Hospital.  Room 342" he knew from experience that the third floor of L.A. General was the   intensive care floor, so you HAD to be in a bad way.  He was met by Vince, Tommy and Nikki at the door and they all made their way to 342.  He wasn't ready to see you in a comatose state with a tube breathing for you.  He was expecting Jerry to be there, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey Doc" Mick pulled the doctor inside the room "What the fuck happened?"

The doctor looked over the chart and said "From what her fiancee told us, she tried to hang herself with a leather belt"  he was skeptical and added "but those bruises look an awful lot like hand prints, wouldn't you agree?"

The four of them nodded their agreement when Tommy asked "Where is her fiancee now?"

"Jail" the doctor said "we didn't believe his story one bit and the police investigated the scene, found no belt in the apartment at all and questioned some of her coworkers" Mick gulped and his eyes began to water.

"How long's she been like this?" he nervously asked, his band mates putting their arms around him to comfort him.

"Six days" the doctor answered "she does show signs of improvement, brain activity and such.  The bastard crushed her windpipe..." the doctor had gotten angry.

"So there's a chance she'll wake up?" Vince asked, Mick too distraught to continue.

The doctor smiled "She's stronger than she gives herself credit for.  She was dead when they bought her in.  She gets better everyday."

Mick had composed himself and asked "Has she said anything since..." he couldn't finish the sentence.

"She keeps saying 'Mick' from time to time.  Who Mick is, we don't know" Mick smiled a weak grin, but he went to sit next to you and held your hand.  The doctor had a spark of realization and he excused himself, explaining that if they had any more questions, just ask him.

"So what do you want us to do now, Mick?" Nikki asked him.

"Go to her apartment, pack her stuff and take it to Mars Mountain" he interlocked his fingers with yours "Go to Underhill Financial Advisors, ask for Lily Collins.  Explain who you are and what's happened.  She'll give you everything you need" they did as they were asked and Lily did help them, her and her husband Johnny helping move your things to Mick's house.

A few days later, your eye fluttered open.  The tube having been removed from your throat seeing as it wasn't needed any longer.  The day Mick came to you and held your hand like a lover for the first time, you began breathing on your own.  You looked around gathering your surroundings.  Mick felt you stir and he looked down at you "Y/N?"

"Mick?  Where am I?" you said in a hoarse voice, you flinching at the pain it caused you to talk.

"The hospital" he answered "Jerry choked you into a  coma about a week and a half ago" you bolted upright at the mention of Jerry's name.  Not out of concern, but out of fear he'd come back to finish you.

"Is he here?!" you looked like a scared meerkat, scanning the area for danger.

"No, honey he's in jail" he stroked your hair lovingly "he can't hurt you any more..."

You cried silent tears of relief as he comforted you, thoughts of what that man put you through the last three years melting off you like wax.  "What about the apartment?" you asked him, looking up with your big E/C doe eyes.

"My friends, Lily and Johnny moved all your stuff into my place" he said, kissing your hand "if you'll have me that is."

"Mind if we take it slow?" you asked.

"Of course, honey" he then kissed your forehead "We have all the time in the world."

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Kiss The Bride

Title: Kiss The Bride

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: The Dirt (Motley Crue Movie)

Summary: You are getting married to Lucas, who you think loves you for you but Tommy informs you that he only wants your money.

Warning: Swearing, death of a parent, smut and the reader's fiancee being a dick.

You met Lucas through a business connection with your father, who was an oil tycoon.  He was different from the other rich assholes, in the country as he insisted he pay his share in the community.  He helped build schools, housing and playgrounds along with paying off student loans for people who deserved it.  He imparted those values on you, but he'd only gave you a trust if you fulfilled his requirements of going to school, getting good grades and marrying the love of your life.  You agreed to these terms, getting into university on your own and a part time job at the library to help pay for semesters.

There you met Lucas, who seemed to have been having a hard time with the card catalog.  He was trying to find a book about business planning, when you said "Can I help  you?"

"No, sweetheart" he said condescendingly "but if I ever want to learn about cooking and cleaning, I'll be sure to hit you up!"

You bit your lip at that, knowing that if you flipped your lid at another dude who thought he was smarter than you, you'd get canned for sure.  You hadn't told anyone who your father was, having been known around campus as Y/N M/N (middle name).  You weren't ashamed of your last name, you just didn't want anyone to treat you differently because you were filthy fuckin' rich.  Just then, your father paid an unsolicited visit.  You were happy to see him so you went up and gave him a big hug.  Lucas was perplexed at first, but the family resemblance was uncanny.  Your father spoke up "Lucas, this is my daughter Y/N" you then gave him a comical wave out of spite.

"O-oh" the younger man stammered "I was unaware..."

"Y/N, this is Lucas" he introduced you "he's the son of my new business partner.  I hope you get along swimmingly!"

"Don't worry, Daddy" you said to him "Maybe I'll come over and clean his house and cook a meal or two for him!"

Lucas was so ashamed of his behavior that he offered to buy you dinner.  When your father was out of earshot, you said to him "Hell no" and went back to placing the books alphabetically on the shelves.

"Why not?" he whined.

"Because of the way you talked to me before you knew I was the daughter of an oil tycoon.  You talked to me like I was worth less than the worms inside the dirt" you raised an eyebrow at him.

"But most people ARE worthless" he said, to which you looked at him in total shock "the only people who are worth anything are people like us-well to do" he insisted on taking you out, but you shoved him off.

It was then a tall skinny young man with drumsticks in his belt came up and said "She said she's not interested, dude.  Leave 'er alone" he looked the type not afraid to throw down, but from the scared expression on the younger female behind him's face he didn't want to resort to violence right away.

Lucas looked at him like he was the scum of the earth.  But he relented and backed off.  You turned to the young man and said "Thank you, I was about to get fired from throat punching him..."

"No problem" he smiled at you, his height not bothering you at all.  "I'm Tommy" he looked over to the younger female "and that's my sister Athena" the younger female smiled and waved at you two.  'She's applying to go to school here!"

"What about you?  Are you applying too?" you asked him.

"Nah" he laughed "I'm too dumb for school.  I'm a drummer in a band!  We're playing at the Troubadour later!  You should totally come watch us when you get off!  We go on stage at 11!" you did like the rock and roll scene, but didn't have many chances to go since you had both work and school, but one night wouldn't hurt.

"Sure thing!" you said "I just gotta clean up a little and I'll be right over!"

"Cool beans, dudette!" he was corny, but that was what you liked about Tommy Lee.

You had a blast at the show, and an even better time at the after party where Tommy gave you his full attention.  Thankfully he hadn't seen or heard the conversation that Lucas had tried to continue with you, so you had a chance at making some new friends.  You were immediately fond of Vince, Nikki and Mick-they were like a fucked up version of The Brady Bunch on everything that could be snorted, injected or drank.  But they never pressured you to do anything you didn't want to.  You were thankful for that.

Over the next few days, Lucas tried to talk to you but you shut that shit down quickly when he started that whole "holier than thou" speech.  Sometimes Tommy would come and scare him away, but you were able to do the job just as effectively.  Eventually, he had learned that he in fact did not shit gold.  It had seemed like he was being pulled down to earth.  "Y/N, I'm sorry for being a horse's ass..."

This grabbed your attention, you never expecting a sincere apology from some douche bag with a silver spoon in his mouth.  You stood silently, looking expectantly at him for him to continue. "My life isn't worth any more or less than anyone else's...can we please start over?"

You were a believer in second chances, so long as the person looking for said second chance was willing to put in the effort you deemed worthy of your time.  "Sure, Lucas" he was a total gentleman to you and the waitress, being sure to leave a sizable tip.  After that night, you'd made it official.

Tommy was surprised that you'd date such a dickhead but after you explained that he did a complete 180 and was so much better than he used to be.  He seemed suspicious but he accepted it, the whole thing not taking his time with you from him.  He was up and coming in his band-they had just signed a record deal and were on their way to the top.

You and Tommy stayed close friends, you disapproving of his many girlfriends playfully.  But the one that got your goat the most was Roxy.  She was a total slut-sleeping with a different band before getting together with Tommy and you suspected that she was banging the whole of Motley Crue as well.  On a day where Lucas and your father were busy working a deal, you went onto the set of "Looks that Kill" to visit with everyone.  

"Y/N!" Tommy scooped you up and twirled you around "How the fuck are ya?" you both laughed and he put you down.

"I'm good, just working a whole lot at the library" you had told him and his friends that your dad was an oil tycoon and about the trust you had waiting for you on his death.  They were understandably pissed off at first, but after they had seen random dudes trying to discuss dowries with your father, they understood why you didn't say anything. The degree you had been working on and eventually gotten your Masters in was library science, running a library and ensuring everything was in tip top shape.

"Neat-o!" he ruffled your hair like a big brother would do to his little sister, but you felt that he wanted it to be more-and you did too.  You had excused yourself when Tommy was introducing Nikki and Roxy to his parents, but you overheard him introduce her as his fiancee your blood ran cold.  You know you shouldn't have ease dropped on the conversation, but you couldn't resist.

"So how did you and Tommy meet?" asked Tommy's sweet mother.

"Well I was actually hanging out with this other band, then I met Tommy and it was just meant to be!" she said happily.  To you, her voice was like nails on a chalkboard.  You wanted to say the word out loud, but Mrs. Bass said it for you.

"I know this word" she thought only a second "groupie!  Is that how they call you?" you snorted with laughter, Roxy looking so angry with Tommy and Tommy so annoyed with his mother.

"Mom!" he scolded "Not cool!"

"You say this word like its the best thing in the world!" he mother retorted.

His father chimed in with "Why not date Y/N?  She actually went to school for something!' Tommy hadn't told his parents about your family, so they had no idea.  You had been over to his house for family dinners plenty of times, you being nothing but polite and perfect table manners.

"She's dating Lucas!" he hissed.  "I can't mess with that!"

"I see the way you look at Y/N" his dad put an arm around his mom.  "It's the exact same way I still look at your mother".  Tommy blushed deeply and just walked away.

You were about to turn the corner when you bumped into Roxy, who viewed you as competition.  "What's got you all giggly?" she asked sarcastically.

"Nothing!" you assured her "just watching Mrs. Bass get confused over words.  English isn't her first language and sometimes our lingo gets her caught up!" you tried to play it off as ignorance, but you knew better.

"Well she's a cunt" Roxy spat out hatefully.  "Why're you hanging around Tommy anyway?  It's not like you two are datin'!"

"Because he's my friend and I've known him longer than you" you defended yourself "plus I already have a boyfriend.  If I really wanted Tommy, I would have taken him off the market when I had my chance!"

"Really?" she raised an eyebrow, then smiled wickedly "Tell Lucas that I think the birthmark in the shape of a warped heart right behind his right ear is adorable" your heart stopped hearing those words.  Lucas did indeed have a tiny heart shaped birthmark behind his right ear, but that wasn't visible to the naked eye.  You had to be in sex having range to see it.

"Did you fuck my boyfriend?" you quietly asked her.

"What else do you expect?" she mocked you "I am after all just a groupie" she then left you there, cackling like the witch she was.  You felt sick to your stomach, you had to get out of there.  That was the only time you left Tommy without saying goodbye.

A few weeks after that, you had stayed away from Tommy.  Lucas had in turn stayed away from you while he was closing the biggest deal in the company's history.  You knew he was lying to you and seeing other women, but you felt like you couldn't do any better than him.  You twirled the beautiful  diamond engagement ring he had so ceremoniously given you around your finger when you got the phone call that broke your heart-your father was dead.

His lawyer said he had a fatal heart attack, that he was dead before he hit the ground.  You sat in stunned silence for a while, then asked Mr Potts for make all the funeral arrangements.  All the details were set in your father's will so there was no question as to what he wanted.  You then called Lucas at the office "Lucas?" you sniffled.

"Babe, what's wrong?" he sounded like he was forcing concern.

"My father is dead" you wiped your eyes "please come home.  I need you now..."

With no hesitation, he responded "I can't.  I'm about to close this deal" you went silent with disbelief, then exploded.

"Your fiancee's father just died!  I'm sure they'll understand if you explain the situation!"

"I'm sure they will, but if I dip out now the company's future might be at stake!  With your father gone, the company's as good as mine!" you then heard a sound of shock from the other line, he had just given himself up.

"FUCK YOU AND FUCK THE COMPANY!" you slammed down the phone and sobbed to yourself, taking off his ring and throwing it out the window.  He played you like a cheap banjo for two whole years.  Your father had already paid for the venue, the reception and even the fucking wedding attire.  Now it would all go to waste.

You took a moment to yourself and did what you should have done in the first place.  "Tommy?" you called his house, where his maid answered the phone.  He was at The Hellfire Club, a private club for the higher end of Los Angeles.

When Tommy came to the phone he said "Y/N?  What's up?  You alright?"

"My father is dead" you said through sniffles "I need you..."

He took a moment to digest the information and asked "Where's Lucas?  Did you call him first?"

"We broke up" you flatly said "He loved my father's company more than he loved me" that was all he needed to hear, and he promised he'd be right over.  He was there in half an hour and with a hungry look in his eye he started kissing you like a lover the minute you opened the door for him.

You had no desire to stop him, your only protestation being ":What about Roxy?"

He stopped for a second "We broke up too" and in between kissing your neck "She stabbed me and called my mother a cunt" you had to stop at that point.

"What?!  Are you okay?!" you took of his shirt to see the wound, a small pen sized puncture that was already healed.

"We can talk about that later, baby" he continued kissing you, working his hands up your shirt and feeling your breasts.  "All I need right now is to be with you..." he tore off your shirt and pulled down your bra, exposing the nipples and sucking on one.  You let out a sigh of pleasure as you gently held his head in place.

"Tommy..." you sighed, him switching nipples and licking them "fuck me..." he threw you over his shoulder and you pointed him to your bedroom.  He laid you gently on the bed, kissing you down your body starting at you lips.  He trailed down your neck to your cleavage, then your belly and finally he was at your entrance.  Just staring at it like it was the holy grail.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous..." he lifted your legs over his shoulders and began kissing your inner thighs "I've waited so long to be with you like this..." he dove right in, his tongue working its magic on you.  The sensation was nothing you felt before, and your body responded naturally.  Your hips began to rock back and forth in time with his tongue.  He chuckled and said "It seems like you've been waiting too."

You blushed at this, remembering the time you had said his name when you and Lucas were having sex.  "Please don't keep me waiting any longer. Tommy" you begged him.  He grinned, going back to work and adding his fingers.  It didn't take you long to cum all over his face and hand, but that only seemed make him even more hungry for you. 

He laid down on the bed, working his pants and underwear off and tossing them aside.  You marveled at his length, the girth was average and you just looked at it.  "Is it going to fit?" he laughed, clearly having been asked this many times before.

"If it's hurting you, we can stop" he leaned forward and kissed you softly, tasting your juices on his lips.  "That's why I got you so wet, so it would just slide right in..." he grunted, you having moved your hand to jerk him off.

:"How do you want me?" you asked him, your turn to kiss his neck and pump his dick.

"I need you to ride me" he groaned, his head going back on the pillow.

"Do you want me to suck you off first?" he took a second to answer.

"A little, but don't make me cum" you trailed kisses down his body, just like he did for you "I want to give you my A- Game after all" you had to laugh at that, even after all this time he was still that corny drummer boy you met at the university library.  That's all you ever wanted, or needed him to be.

You licked the shafted and teased his slit, him being unable to form any sensible sentences.  "Ohhhhh fuuuucccckkk..." you took him into your mouth fully and moved your head, humming with his cock in your mouth.  He jolted at that "SHIT!" you felt his dick twitch and he stopped you.  "I gotta calm down..." he panted.

"Okay Tommy" you laid next to him, just kissing him.  Your tongues exploring the other's mouth and surrounding skin.  After a few minutes he let you know he was good to go and you straddled him.  You reached down and guided yourself onto his erection, the both of you releasing a string of curses.  When you had adjusted to him, you leaned forward, touching your forehead to his and asked "Ready?"

"Oh God yes" he answered, taking hold of your waist as you sat up and began riding him.  He felt wonderful, your walls slick enough to allow him to slip in and out easily.  At first you bounced slowly, appreciating his length. "Do I feel okay, Y/N?" he was worried that he was too big for you "Am I hurting you?"

You looked down at him with your best bedroom eyes "No baby" you rode him slowly "You feel amazing..." you began to ride a little faster, to which he cursed more often and louder.  The squelching sounds from your love making were audible, and only fueled the fire even more.  You felt his hands move from your waist to your arms, eventually locking your fingers with his.  

Tommy was nearing his limit, so in one swift motion he flipped you on your back.  He gripped onto the headboard of the bed as he gave you the final hard thrusts "Holy shit, Y/N I'm about to cum..." followed by quick shallow thrusts "where do you want it baby?"

"Wherever you want to put it" your eyes rolled in the back of your head, a silent scream escaping your lips as you came hard around his cock.

He let out a whine and a strained "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" the feeling of you cumming on his cock sent him over the edge and he let his own release erupt inside you.  He stayed inside you as he shuddered, giving you every last drop of what he had to offer.  When he was done, he'd pulled out and steadied himself over you on his elbows.

After catching your breath, you both leaned forward to a tender post love making kiss.  He flopped beside you, opening his arms to you for a cuddle.  You fell into him, and it felt so right.  You looked up at him and said "I love you, Tommy Lee.  I just don't know why it took me so long to see it..."

He chuckled and said "I love you too.  I just thought I'd never be good enough for you..."

This intrigued you "Now what moron told you that?"

"Lucas" he rolled his eyes "he tried to intimidate me from seeing you as a friend."

"Roxy did the same thing to me!  But she told me an intimate detail about Lucas that only a person who had sex with him would know!"

Tommy did a mock soap opera gasp "That bitch!" and you both had a laugh.

The next morning, your father's lawyer Mr. Potts stopped by to tell you everything was in order with your father's final arrangements.  Before he was leaving he mentioned "So is the wedding still going according to plan in three months?"

You sighed and said "We had irreconcilable differences and broke up..."

Mr. Potts was surprised "So you broke up with Tommy?"

Both you and Tommy looked up and said "What?"

"Your marriage license says Y/N as the bride and Tommy Lee Bass as the groom" he produced the document to show you.

"You gotta be shittin' me..." Tommy said in disbelief.

Mr. Potts smiled "Your father submitted this when you first applied to get a marriage license.  It has both of your signatures on it and everything!"

You didn't question it, so you looked at him and said "What do ya say?  Wanna get married?"

He grinned widely and said "Fuck yeah I do!"

Three months later, you walked down the aisle with Tommy's father, his mother and sister sitting in the audience both bawling their eyes out.  Tommy was waiting for you, and he too burst into tears at how breathtaking you looked.  Mick, Nikki and Vince were his groomsmen while their wives or girlfriends were your bridesmaids.  When it came time for the vows, Tommy wiped his eyes and said "Y/N, I've loved you since that day I saw you in the library.  I was such an idiot for waiting to tell you, then I saw you be snatched away right from under my nose.  I tried to be happy for you, but then I realized that I want to be happy WITH you...I promise to love you above all else and make you the happiest woman you could ever be..." he slipped the wedding band on your finger.

"Tommy" you began your vows "my sweet boy.  I never should have let that man come between us.  I knew I wanted you since I saw you play on stage.  I was just too stubborn to see you for what you're worth.  I love you, and I promise to be the best wife I can and to make you the happiest husband ever" you looked into your husband's eyes and saw only love.

The minister smiled at the both of you and went on with the ceremony and said "I now pronounce you husband and wife.  You may kiss the bride" Tommy did just that, sweeping you off your feet.

After the honeymoon, Mr. Potts called you and Tommy into his office to read your father's will.  "I (your fathers name) of sound mind and body bequest to my daughter Y/N one American dollar and this small note" both you and Tommy laughed at that "my business and my assets are to be dissolved, and the proceeds given to the charities that I have specified within this will" Mr. Potts handed you a small envelope.

"To My Darling Y/N,

You're wondering why I changed the names on the marriage license.  I saw the way Tommy made your face light up, then saw how dull it was when Lucas was around.  All a person needs to be happy is a home, a bag of gold and a love to make it all worth while.  I love you, and wish you and Tommy health and happiness.  Signed Daddy"

You wiped a tear from your eye and held Tommy's hand.  You had all you needed right in front of you, and you'd be damned if you let it slip away twice.

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Title: The Witches

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: The Dirt (Motley Crue)/American Horror Story: Coven and Hotel

Note: This is a cross over with the seasons of AHS Coven and Hotel.  Apocalypse might get a mention, but not too deep.

Summary: It's 1981, you, your best friend Cordelia and your mentor Myrtle have been sent to Los Angeles to investigate strange happenings at the Hotel Cortez.  You get side tracked when some young rockers make a deal they can't pay.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, violence, gore

Fiona Goode was a scary lady, she was made Supreme at an early age and paid little to no attention to Delia.  You didn't know why she wanted to impress her mother so much, it seemed like anything Delia did wasn't good enough.  You learned early on that a person's goal in life wasn't to make other people happy, but to live for yourself.  You had the most unfortunate power of the Black Widow-you were cursed with the power to kill the men you had sex with.  You found that one out when you had sex with your first serious boyfriend, and right after his brain turned to mush.  You could do anything and everything any other witch could do, you just had to work harder at it than those with natural talent in that particular area.

Fiona had ordered you and Cordelia to go to Los Angeles and investigate the Hotel Cortez, under the tutelage of Myrtle Snow.  You had the feeling that your Supreme didn't take either of you seriously-you having average magical ability and Fiona less than that, but she was more than proficient in botany and magical plants.  She could whip up the best potions in record time, and they'd always be right.

Your chaperone adored the both of you, you not being one to show much affection found it endearing.  If you felt protective over anyone, it was these two ladies.  Myrtle's natural talent was her ability to accurately call bullshit on liars.  She had volunteered herself to accompany you, seeing that Fiona was about to throw you and her own child to the wolves.

When you got to L.A. on Myrtle's private jet, you had some time to yourselves before you had to head over to the Cortez so you decided to take Cordelia with you to the Whiskey A Go-Go to hear some music.  You were enjoying yourself, but you soon felt that she wasn't having a good time at all-it was too loud for her.  You took her hand and began leading her out when you felt someone pull her back.  "Hey baby you wanna dance with me?" he asked her, you being able to smell the rot of a bad soul in his bones.

"She's with me" you said, glaring at the man "Hands off."

The man looked at both of you, then nodded approvingly "Hey I'm down for a threesome!  When do we start ladies?"

You knew this was escalating quickly, and this manchild was used to getting what he wanted.  He was getting aggressive and you needed to get out of there.  You had no hesitation and you began to utter Latin, a soft pink mist filled the room and patrons in the club began dropping like flies, fast asleep.  Soon, it reached the stage where the band stopped playing to watch the spectacle. 

Your eyes widened as you saw your spell didn't effect them whatsoever.

Are these assholes warlocks?  Maybe they have some warlock blood in them, but they look like they haven't seen any real magic in their whole lifetimes!

Delia too sensed the danger and she took your hand and ran out with you.  The four males followed you to the alley, and you two ran faster.  Neither of you could transmutate yet, so you were trapped like rats when you hit the back of the wall.  You glanced over at Delia and nodded in silent agreement.  The both of you started chanting the spell of pyrokinesis-if you couldn't escape them, you would burn them.

Then, a familiar head of flaming orange hair cast the sleep spell.  She was more powerful and could cast spells easier than you novices.  The men flopped on the ground, snoring loudly.  Myrtle stepped on one of them, the person she walked on making a grunting noise of pain.  She was more than irate with you two "Miss Y/N and Miss Cordelia!  This is improper behavior of students of Miss Robichaux's Academy!"

You stared at the ground and kicked at the dirt with your shoes "We just wanted to have a bit of fun Mrs. Snow!  We may be witches, but we're still young!"

"We are on a mission" Myrtle reminded you "we must find out as much as we can about the Cortez without entering it's doors as possible, then get back to Louisiana!" she then noted the state of your clothes-dirty from running and began to furiously rub the stains out.

"I will keep this quiet from the Supreme this one time, but if you deviate from the plan I will send you back and you will have to explain to her why the mission was a complete failure!"  the first and last time you challenged Fiona Goode's authority, she had telekentically pinned you against the wall.  You could feel the weight of your bones increase, your body unable to support your new frame.  She only released you when both Myrtle and Cordelia pleaded for your life. 

"But if we don't interact with the normies, how will we accomplish this goal?" Cordelia asked.

Myrtle thought for a moment and said "I'll allow it, but only with these males" she motioned to the sleeping men, a look of disgust on her face "and only if YOU talk to them, Y/N.  I am NOT putting Miss Cordelia in danger..."

You always knew that Myrtle liked Delia better than you, but that was fine by your standards.  They had known each other all Cordelia's life, and you had only entered the Academy a few years ago.  You agreed to the terms, wanting to experience the night life L.A. had to offer.  You wanted to see what Fiona Goode loved about this place so much that made the Supreme neglect her own coven.

As Myrtle and Cordelia left, you stayed behind and cast an awakening spell.  When all the males got up, you said "What the Hell are you dipshits doing sleeping in an alley?  Don't you have a place to stay?"

The blonde rubbed his head and said "Yeah...how'd we end up here?  We were playing the Whiskey..."

You snapped your fingers and they all immediately stood up straight, one slightly bent over.  He was an older looking man, so you guessed that it was his age or a disease that caused his bones to stiffen.  They had blank, sober expressions on their faces and you said "Be my good little dogs and take me to your place..." the one spell you could cast without a word was Concilium- the ability to impose your own will on others.  It was able to be resisted, but that took too much brain power, causing the head to explode.

The two younger dark haired men took each of your arms and they led you to their place.  They sat in silent council around the dinner table until you asked "What do you know about the Hotel Cortez?"

"I'm Tommy" the tall dark haired man spoke "The Cortez is a place where some check in, but they don't check out..."

"I'm Nikki" the shorter dark haired man said "Some of our friends have stayed and they weren't the same after.  They said they seen some shit..."

"Like what?" you asked.

"Vince" the blonde one said "they told us that they saw a tall lady with platinum blonde hair drink blood, and a tranny receptionist serving cat food as tartar..."

"Mick Mars" the older man said "They wouldn't stop talking about demons and ghosts-saw little kids like in the Shining..."

After a few moments of silence, you knew that you'd gotten all you would be able to get from these mongrels so you snapped your fingers again, releasing them from the spell.

They all jumped, blinking "Where the fuck are we?" Nikki asked.

"Well, I certainly hope you know where we are!" you put your hands on your hips sarcastically "Y'all bought me back here, we had an amazing gangbang and now you're telling me this isn't even your apartment?!"

They looked around and realized they were home "Yeah this is our place..." Tommy said "How'd we get back here?"

"After you were done at the Whiskey, you began flirting with me and promised me a dicking to remember!" you laughed "We're all done now!"

They all blinked and Vince said "Hey, that coke earlier was weak as fuck!"  you rolled your eyes at them.

"Now if you'll excuse me gents" you got up to leave "I gotta get back to my chaperone before she notices I'm gone!"

Mick got up slowly and said "I'll go with you..." he looked at you like something was up, like he knew your secret.

"Fine by me" you said, letting him lead the way.  When you two were out of earshot you asked "What are you?"

"I'm a warlock" he answered "from the same stock as you.  I am a descendant of Giles Corey" you stopped and looked at him.  You hadn't expected to meet another descendant of a Salem coven member in this of all places.

"What are you doing hanging around with those losers?" you motioned to the apartment.

"They're like a fungus" he laughed "they grew on me" he looked back fondly.

"So since you're a descendant of a weaker warlock, then you don't have much magical ability?" you guessed.

"Yeah" he said bluntly.  There was no beating around the bush with him-a quality you liked.  "The only thing I can do is manipulate  sound" he mimed an air guitar, but he sound of a real one erupted from his hands.

"That's really cool!" you said, meaning it "Nobody in Robichaux can do that!"

"So why do you want to know about the Cortez so much?" he raised an eyebrow "I try to steer people away from that place as much as possible..."

"The Supreme ordered me and two other witches to investigate" you admitted "she wants to see what's going on"

Mick took a deep breath, contemplating on whether or not to tell you, then deciding it was for the best "That place is a Hell Mouth-where demons from Hell gather and plan evil deeds...people who die there, their souls are trapped there...The Countess, the vampire lives there runs the place with an iron fist..."

You looked at him in awe "How did you resist the Concilium spell?"

"I didn't" he said "it just wore off on me quicker and I played along at the apartment to protect the boys" you two went on talking, eventually leading to Myrtle's door.

The woman quickly opened the door and took a moment to study the unkempt man before her.  Her eyes widened in recognition, then utter contempt.  Mick smiled and waved "Hey Myrtle!"

"Go away, swine!" she spat and slammed the door in his face.  You could hear him laughing and the realization hit you.

"Oh my god!" you chortled "You and Mick Mars dated!"

"His name was Robert Deal back then..." Myrtle blushed and demanded what you'd learned.  You relayed what had been said to you and Myrtle made an executive decision-the mission was over and you were to go back to the Academy as soon as possible.

During this time, a voodoo priestess saw what was happening, and decided to prey on the weak minded young ones back at the apartment.  She'd promised them luck in their music careers, in return for something beyond value.  She began her summoning ritual and soon the whole apartment became dark and thick with smoke.  Papa Legba sat before them, offered them their deepest desires and they accepted his terms.

All you witches and the warlock felt Papa's presence, Mick running back and begging Myrtle to help him.  She flat out refused to help one who abandoned the coven.  He looked so dismayed that you offered your assistance, Cordelia right behind you.  Myrtle strictly forbid it, but neither of you stopped. 

When you three got back to the apartment, the deal was done and Papa was gone.  The Voodoo priestess smiled at you, saying that she had just done what any witch could not.  The three of you knew Papa's terms all too well, seeing the deal he'd made with Marie Laveau for her immortality.  Cordelia became so enraged that she'd reached down deep inside her and reduced the priestess to dust.

Both you and Mick looked at her in astonishment.  That was something that only the Supreme was capable of.  You knew the coming shit storm the Voodoos would raise, so you knew what you would do right then and there.  Myrtle was too late to stop it, and just stared in horror at the realization of what must happen.

You turned to the three younger men, nothing but contempt in your voice "Do you realize what you've done?!"

"We made it so we'll make it big!" Nikki protested, and was about to continue defending their decision when you let out a yell that shook the very street, setting off car alarms.

Nikki's hand flew to where his mouth used to be, only to feel smooth skin.  The other two young men had the same ailment and tried in vain to separate their lips to allow words to come out.

Myrtle looked over to Mick and said "They've condemned us all..."

When the Voodoos came for Cordelia, you took the fall and said it was you who turned the Voodoo's sister into dust.  Your laws states that you were to be executed by burning, but it was the ones who'd been wronged duty to do the burning.

Marie Laveau herself held the torch and with a soft voice she whispered in your ear "Tell the truth, child...do not die for another witch's doing..."

"I did it" you said "I turned your sister to dust" your gaze was unwavering and you were given the chance to say last words "Cordelia.  Come here" your friend stood before you and held her head to yours.

"Don't you dare waste the life I am about to give you..." you were both weeping now, and in the distance you saw Mick Mars watching from afar "You be the best fucking Supreme the coven's ever seen..." you kissed Cordelia softly and told her to step away.

Marie Laveau stepped forward and set you ablaze, you didn't scream or cry out.  It felt like a release of sorts-if your coven needed you, they'd bring you back from the dead.  A few witches had the power of resurgence. 

Your ghost wandered the halls of Miss Robichaux's Academy, watching your friends grow beautiful-inside and out.  You watched the new generation of witches come and thrive under Cordelia's wing.  In a few years time, you felt the greatest evil emerge and you were being called back to the realm of the living.  There, Cordelia was waiting for you with open arms and you said "So, where do we begin?"

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Falcon Punch!

Title: Falcon Punch!

Fandom: The Dirt (Motley Crue Movie)

Author: tiddly-winx

Summary: You are a private security detail hired by Doc to make sure the boys stay in line.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, light gore, vomit.

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Your newest assignment was a doozie alright.  Your predecessor Doc McGee had called you and asked desperately for some assistance with handling one of his bands he was managing.  You were an asset in a private security firm, him being the man who recruited you off the street and trained you in a few martial arts styles.  He had found you when you and your friend Frank were running from the cops after being busted selling drugs to a narc.  You were the better fighter of the two kids (much to Frank's dismay), so you told him to run and you'll hold them off.  He did so reluctantly and you actually held your own for a few minutes before being tasered and sent to holding.

There, a man claiming to be your father posted your bail.  You knew it wasn't him, because the last time you saw him he made it perfectly clear that he never wanted to see you again.  The man before you then was offering you a way out of doing time in jail, so you tookhis hand and said "Sorry Daddy..." not in the sexual way, but in the way an actual daughter would address her biological father.  When you were in his car, you turned off the sweet charm and said "So who the fuck are you and why the fuck did you bail me out?"

"Well aren't you just all piss and vinegar?" the older man said, laughing.  "Just the amount of gumption I'm looking for!"

"That doesn't answer my question, smart ass" you grumbled.

"Call me Doc" he had said "I saw you beat the shit out of those cops and I was impressed to say the least.  So I want to recruit you to my private security agency.  With some training, you could make one of the top assets!"

"You DO know I'm only 14 right?" you raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah I'll have you home schooled but training comes first" he extended his arm for a handshake "But it is of course voluntary.  If you REALLY want to go to juuvie then I'll drive you there myself" he looked at you questioningly.

You took his hand without hesitation and smirked "You got yourself a deal, Doc" he smiled too and the rest is history.

He met you in the terminal of the airport with the band he was managing 'Motley Crue'.  They all looked like they were drunk and strung out on something, which from the stench coming off them, they were.  "Gentleman, this is Falcon" you smiled at them and they looked you up and down.  "She's here to help me keep you in line."

In unison, they laughed so hard they doubled over.  "THAT'S what's gonna keep us in line?!" the blonde one hooted "That hottie looks more down with fuckin' than fightin'!"  they all chortled their agreement.

You looked over at Doc and said "May I?"

He chuckled "I'd be insulted if you didn't!"

Quick as lightning you punched the blonde one's throat, following it with a palm heel to the nose and a final iron forged fist into the soft tissue of his belly.  Blood and vomit went everywhere, the singer holding his nose and dry heaving.  The other three were stunned into silence, you grabbing him by the hair and growled "Talk to me like that again and I'll break you dick so the only things you can do with it are pissin' and finger paintin'" you lifted his face to meet yours "got it memorized?"

Vince was so pissed off, but he relented and nodded an affirmative answer.    One of the dark haired ones looked you up and down, as if trying to place you somewhere "Y/N?"

You stopped to look at him too, not hearing your real name in years.  You lifted up his bangs that hung in his face to get a better look at him "Frank?" he cringed at the name at first, but his smile grew wide.

"I changed it to Nikki a few years ago" he explained "Holy shit I see you can still open a case of whoop-ass like nobody's business" he glanced down at Vince, who was slowly recovering.  The tall one was helping him clean himself up like a worried mother hen.

"As you recall, Nikki" you smiled back at him "I don't like to be made a fool of or laughed at"  the older guitarist seemed quite amused at the spectacle, laughing at the singer's misfortune.

Nikki grew silent and asked "What happened after I got away...that night?"

"We can talk about that later, right now we need to talk about new security measures" Doc had rented out a conference room for such purposes.

You straightened your clothes and began "Gentleman, from this day on until the day Doc releases me from this assignment there will be no booze, no fucking, and no drugs unless prescribed by a doctor as medication.  Any questions?"

They all got up and protested "That's not fair!  We haven't done anything that bad lately!" the drummer yelled.

"Until you calm down and ease up on that shit, these rules will be increasingly enforced as I see fit.  Now you can be good little boys or you can get another beat down like Malibu Barbie over there" you nodded to Vince, who at this current moment in time was unable to talk just flipped you the bird.

Nikki was just as pissed as his band mates and he retorted "And just how are you gonna enforce these fucked up rules?" sarcastically.

You grinned a Cheshire cat smile and darkly, sweetly "I have my ways~" this struck the fear of the Falcon in them.

Things were quiet for a few days, the band going straight to their hotel rooms after shows.  They kept their noses clean (both literally and figuratively) from trouble and keeping their cool.  Doc was so happy with the results that he almost ended your contract after a week, but you had a hunch that one of them would try some shit and you were right.

"I think it's time we call for Bruce" you grinned, Doc reflecting your sadistic nature.

Tommy tried to open the door to get to the bar downstairs, only to be met by a snarling rot wilier german shepard mixed monster of a dog.  He screamed and jumped back in his room "Going somewhere, drummer?"

"No, ma'am!" he quickly squeaked, never taking his eyes off the dog.

"You're in luck Tommy" you giggled "I'm in a good mood.  If you can outrun Bruce here, you can have one drink, one bitch and one hit of any drug of your choice" you offered the trifecta of rewards.

He actually contemplated his chances and in a rare show of good judgement he slowly backed into his room and shut the door.  "Good boy!" you praised him.  You turned around to see the others peeking out of their rooms and quickly shut the doors.  They didn't want to end up dog food.

You knew the fear of Bruce was going a long way, and from your surveillance of their rooms you knew that they wouldn't try anything as long as you were there.  Doc had officially ended your contract and you were headed back to headquarters in secret.  You had quietly packed your bags and were rolling them down the hall when Nikki opened the door to let the room service he ordered in.  "What are ya doin?" he asked.

You laughed and said "My contract with Doc is over" you smiled at him.  "You can do whatever the fuck you want now.  It's no longer my business" you turned to leave but he pulled you into his room.

"I've been trying to talk to you" he said "about that night you let me go..."

You stiffened, the memory being more painful than you'd like to admit.  "I went to holding, Doc bailed me out, sort of adopted me and trained me to become the fighter you see now" you kept it short and sweet.  "How about you?"

He told you about his mom and the many times he'd moved around the place with his grandparents, who he fondly recalled all the stories.  After he was done, you said quietly "Did you ever think of me as anything more than a friend, Nikki?"

He bit his lip, knowing you had a crush on him when you were younger and he played off that feeling you had for him to get what he wanted.  "No" he said truthfully, and he felt like an ass for leading you on.  "I'm sorry I played off your feelings for me...I always knew it was wrong, but at the time I didn't care..." you felt unadulterated rage boil up inside you.  You clenched your fists and jaw so tight they would have broken diamonds.

"Goodbye Frank" you purposely called him by his birth name.  "If you ever grow up from that scared little boy you always were, call Falcon Security and ask for the Boss"  you hurriedly left with your bags, not allowing him to see the tears in your eyes.

Nikki sat in his room alone, then called room service for a shit load of Jack Daniels, mountains of blow and so many hookers his dick was sore.  When he woke up next to a complete stranger and left with a straw still in his nose.  In the bathroom, he removed the straw and looked at himself in the mirror.  "I'm such an asshole..." he hung his head in shame, not wanting to remember what he did to you all those years ago.

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For Family

Title: For Family

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: The Dirt

Summary:  The reader is a hit-man for the mob.  The boys get into more trouble than they can handle.

Warnings: Swearing, descriptive violence, making a murder look like a suicide

Note: Italics mean it was in the past

It all started when you were ten years old, the sweltering heat of an Arizona summer sun was hot enough, but you being left in the car with the windows up and doors locked while your mother, Darla was trying to score more drugs for her and her moron boyfriend  Lucas.  Said moron was waiting outside the car, making sure you couldn't get out and ruin the deal was laughing at you.  Sweat was pouring down your face and you could feel yourself grow weaker every passing second. You eventually passed out, sounds of a skirmish reverberating in the back of your mind.

It was the sound of shattering glass that momentarily woke you from your heat stroke induced stupor, a big fat man with greying hair carrying you to a cool place.  "To the hospital, Henri" the man said to the driver and the smooth motion of the car eased you back into a deep sleep.  When you awoke, you were in the hospital getting fluids and the fat, aging man sitting beside you with all the love of a father in his eyes.

"Hello, Little One" he greeted in accented English  "I am Enrico Gatto.  From this day, I will be your father" he kissed your hand and you nodded in respect and accepted his hospitality with grace.  "What is your name, Little One?"

"Y/N, L/N" you answered weakly.

"No" the old man shook his head "From this day, you will be Gatto.  My daughter" you didn't argue with him even if you could.  You had heard of the Gatto crime family and what they'd do to anyone who disrespected them.  You'd much rather live by their rules than end up in a filthy, battered orphanage with the thousands of other parent-less bastards the family left in their wake.

Your eyes were getting heavy again, and when you felt the gentle caress of his hand on your forehead, he said "Rest now, when you are well again, your training begins..."

In the world of 1981 at twenty years of age you were already the most successful hit-man in the Gatto family.  Your father had ordered you to go to Los Angeles and keep an eye on his biological son there, and if he acted against the family to take him out. For the past ten years of your life, you were trained in business practices, hand-to-hand combat and all the different ways you could fuck with people's minds and lives.  Only a select few of The Old Man's men knew your real purpose there, and they reported directly to you the goings on of the son, Gino.  The only person you answered to was Don Enrico himself.

But to keep up appearances of being a shy, weak damsel in distress, you were told to dress modestly, keep your head down and your nose out of drugs, and use your former name when people asked about it.  Other than that, you could do whatever you want.  But if you ever saw a crow with a messenger pouch on its leg, you had to drop everything and do exactly as the note said, then send the bird back with a white rose petal stuffed in the pouch to tell The Old Man that the job was done.

In your spare time, you rented out a shitty apartment in a filthy building where the renters directly below you were always loud and rehearsing their rock music.  To be completely honest, you knew next to nothing about rock music at all-the only music the Old Man would allow was opera.  The first time you heard them play, you had an epiphany-you actually liked their kind and went down to ask if you could listen to them.

The drummer leaped over his drum set and ran up to you, with a big grin on his face "Fuck yeah you can!"

The bassist and guitarist looked at each other in utter annoyance, the consternation clear on their faces.  Finally the bassist said "Okay, just be quiet and sit on the couch.  You're so lucky you're cute" the guitarist just rolled his eyes.

"Fuckin' teenagers and their fuckin' hormones..." he grunted.

The singer eased his way over and sat down on the couch next to you and said "Hey, cutie!  I'm Vince what's your name?"

You internally rolled your eyes at the word "cutie", you hated pet names like that and if you ever got the chance you would teach this blonde surfer punk some manners.  "I'm Y/N, L/N.  I live right above you!" you added the most annoying valley girl giggle you could muster, to which you saw the guitarist's eye twitch in rage.

When the other three heard where you lived, they kind of looked down in mock shame.  "Sorry" the drummer said "our rehearsals and parties must be so loud it's hard to think up there..." he extended his hand and said "I'm Tommy!  Nice to meet ya!" you shook his hand firmly.

"Nikki" the bassist said, raising his hand and a weak smile.  He seemed to be warming up to you slightly.

In a barely audible voice the guitarist added "Mick" without as much as looking up.

"We're playing at the Whiskey A Go Go tonight!  You should come!" Tommy said and added "we always have parties afterward!  Come to that too!"  It was as if the tall young man was one of those 'Love at first sight' assholes.

"That sounds great!" you said in excitement "What time do you go on?"

"10:30" Nikki said, not at all perturbed at the addition of another fan. 

"Cool!" you then saw a crow with a message pouch in the window, not skipping a beat you checked your watch and said "Shit I'm going to be late for work!  See you later!"

They all waved good bye, some more enthusiastic than others.  You went back to your apartment and opened the message.  Only a single word was written on it "Gino".  You swallowed it right away,  and prepared for a fun time.   You hated that prick ever since The Old Man bought you back to his house.

You knew by now, the few men who knew of your whereabouts had their orders to subdue Gino and wait for you to get there.  They would chloroform him during breakfast and keep him drugged until nighttime. 

When he woke up, you were the first person he saw.  "You have been a bad boy, Gino" you said in a condescending tone "Prostitution and drug trafficking?  Really?"

"Hey!  I'm bringing in cash for the family!" he protested, but with great satisfaction you swing the butt of your handgun across his face, blood spurting from his nose and mouth.

"You know the Old Man's rules" you said "No hookers, no drugs and no kiddies" you cocked the gun, rolling the bullet in the chamber and placing the gun to his temple "When you get to Hell, Gino tell em Y/N sent you" and pulled the trigger.  A reddish pink cloud erupted from his skull, brain matter and bone littered the floor of the warehouse.

You were wearing latex gloves of course, and put it in Gino's dominant hand.  You then placed a typed suicide note at his feet.  When you called it into the police you stripped from your work clothes and tossed them into a burning trashcan along with the gloves.  Underneath you were wearing a tank top and Daisy Duke shorts, waking towards the Whiskey.  One of the other guys had already sent the crow back to The Old Man with the white rose petal.

You came in the middle of a song, the whole place was rocking out and you were genuinely having a good time when the song ended and Tommy saw you front and center. Apparently it was the last song of the night and he ran up and hugged you like you were old friends.  You were taken aback but you returned the gesture, saying "Sorry I was so late!  I was stuck at work!"

"What do you do that takes more than eight hours?" Mick asked suspiciously.

"I work at a nursing home as a house keeping lady" you said, having procured a name tag from Sunnyside Nursing and Retirement Home, complete with your name, picture and job title.

"That's cool, sweetheart" Vince said, another tack on your tally for utterly beating the shit out of this blonde bimbo.

"It's a job" Mick smiled softly, finally taking a liking to you.

"So let's go to that party you were talking about" you winked at them, and they all smirked with knowledge of what they were about to partake in.

When morning came, you were crashed on their couch wearing one of their shirts.  The smell of burning eggs wafted to you and made you cough.  "Who taught you how to cook?!" you shouted as you opened the widow to get the smoke out.

"Julia Child" Mick answered sarcastically, as the toast began burning as well.  "Eat, I wanna talk to you" he slowly sat down across from you.

"It's black" you said "I'm not eating that" you pushed the plate away in disgust.

"Fine" he scoffed but then got serious "Your last name, my sister married a man with that same name" your stomach dropped from its place into your feet.

"What are you getting at, dude?" you asked.

"What are you're parents names?"

You wouldn't answer him, feeling yourself getting tense "I don't like talking about them"  the one thing that got under your skin quicker than anything else was talking about HER.

Mick did his best to try and stop you physically but his physical limitations stopped him from doing more.  "I might be your uncle" he said quickly.  A million thoughts came flooding your head, clouding your judgement.  You were about to say something, but the training you received from the Old Man kicked in so you just walked out in a huff.

You still hung out with the younger members all the time but Mick kept his distance, though from his facial expression it was rather painful for him to see you.  A few weeks went by without hearing from the Old Man, but one day a crow with a message tapped on your window.  You let it in, petting it's head.  The message was some random druggie business associate of the Old Man's, who apparently didn't pay his monthly protection fee and narc'd on the Old Man.

You sighed and got his address from the note where you were also instructed to make him suffer.  But imagine your surprise when you opened the door to find some of the Old Man's fingermen with the dude right here in the apartment.  One of the Old Man's most important lessons was to never bring your work home with you.  Its like shitting where you eat.  You don't do it.

It was late on a Saturday night, the party was raging downstairs with its loud music, people so fucked up that they could barely walk so nobody would notice.  You immediately knew what was going on.  Some men loyal to Gino wanted revenge, but if you were to die today, you wouldn't go without a fight.  You reached for your handgun but shot were fired before you could even get a round off.

Bits of plaster went flying through the air, the impact making the paper thin walls crack and see into the apartments next door.  You dove behind your couch for cover, praying that it was thick enough to stop the bullets.  Sounds of people running and screaming from the whole floor flooded your hearing and you were bought back to your training-imagine an aria.  Soon you couldn't hear anything but said aria, and your focus was reached. 

Almost as if you were a robot, you pulled your gun and fired five shots, three hitting the targets and two missing.  Now that the playing field was more evenly matched, you saw that the remaining two were trying to re-load.  You took the opportunity to push forward the heel of your palm and break a nose, then you grabbed the elbow and immobilized the whole arm.  The man cursed as you performed a perfect hip throw and locked his arm in an arm bar.  With a swift jerking of your hips, you heard a sickening snap as bone went through the skin.

The other guy had re-loaded and a slug went into your hand.  You let out a scream of rage as you rolled the guy with the broken arm on top of you so he could take the bullets meant for you.  You then heard a shotgun blast and everything went quiet.  You pushed the man off you to see Nikki, Vince and Tommy in stunned silence while Mick was expertly holding the smoking shotgun.

"What the fuck..." Nikki started but you shut him up.

"Quiet asshole" you barked, all of your false sweetness now gone.  You peeked out of your window and saw three more cars with armed mobsters pull up and run into the building.

You pushed past them yelling "If you dipshits have enough sense, you'd hightail it out like I am!" you hauled ass down the back stairs and into the alley.  You knew that if they found you here, that your other hideouts were likely compromised as well.  You were about to dash to a manhole and into a sewer when someone pulled you back.  On instinct you ducked and threw the person over your back and rolled into a camel clutch, stretching the person's back beyond what is humanly possible and grasping the head.  The mixture of blonde hair and incoherent screeching of cuss words let you know it was Vince. 

You let him go and said "If you're gonna follow me then hurry up!" you easily lifted the manhole cover and slid it aside, climbing down.

Tommy grabbed your hand and pulled you up "Not without a fucking explanation!" the footsteps were getting closer, shouts of :FIND HER!" were heard.

"If you REALLY want to get blown to hell today then by all means, stay here but I have no intention of dying!  Let me go!" you roared to him.

"NO!" he yelled back, pulling you up.  You pulled a bowie knife from your belt and slashed his hand with it, he reflexively let go and you dropped into the most foul smelling liquid you'd ever inhaled.  You took a few limping steps and vomited.  You heard splashes when more people came down the ladder, and you honestly thought you were done for.

You were shocked when Nikki and Tommy hoisted you in between them and began walking.  You were soon on the very edge of town when you three emerged from the sewer, all smelling like a fucking toilet.  "We're here..." Nikki said, letting his side down and knocking on the door "Marty!  Get the iron ready!  I got a gunshot victim!"

Marty was a pimple faced teenage medical master, having graduated as a doctor at age 12.  He was also a stoner who would take people who didn't have insurance and treat them in his little shack.  He was 18 now so it was his very own home, one that his parents couldn't leech off of.  "Got it!" he helped the others bring you in and laid you down on the floor.

"Jesus what happened?!" Marty said as he was applying some ointment to your scratches you got when bullets whizzed by your head.

"Fuck if I know!" Nikki said "We were having a party when we heard her" he pointed to you "fighting with a bunch of guys then gunshots and people running" when the iron was good and hot, Marty sat you up and handed a dirty dish rag to Tommy.  The tallest young man in the room knew what he had to do, he got behind you and gagged you.

The pain of burning flesh was something you felt before as part of your training but it was always so painful.  As soon as the hot iron came down on the raw, bleeding meat of your hand, you let out a muffled scream and for the first time in years, you l"et tears fall down your face.  Tommy kissed your hair and said softly "It's okay, Y/N...only a little longer..."  when they let you up, your good hand swung out and punched Marty right in the face.  He fell back and cursed you, his eye already swelling.

Nikki turned you so he could look directly at you and said "What the ever loving fuck is going on Y/N?"

"I'm a hitman for the Gatto crime family" you told them plainly.  "The Old Man adopted me when I was ten after he killed my mother and her boyfriend" you were beyond pissed now and looking for blood.  You got up, but a jolt of pain from your legs prevented you from moving.

Nikki and Tommy pushed you back down and said "You're not going anywhere.  You need to heal up and get better before you get revenge" Marty was now icing his eye and about ready to wrap your burnt hand.

"Why are you admitting this freely?" Nikki asked.

"My fuckin' cover's been blown, my apartment's shot to shit and if I cant get in touch with the Old Man, he'll come up here and look for me.  That puts you all in danger too" you said.  "Get me the phone..."

Marty was hesitant, but after looks from the others he relented,  You called and explained the situation to the Old Man, and he promised to come get you the next morning.  He did as he promised and got you in the car, looking as disappointed as a father scolding a wayward child.  "What's the matter?" you asked, taking out a cigarette.

"You've failed me, Little One" he said as he pulled out a revolver and handed it to you.  "Take your own life to atone for your transgressions, or I will torture you when we get back to Arizona..." his voice was full of malice and you simply put the gun beside you and looked directly at him.

"You dishonor your family by refusing a direct order?" he was growing incredulous as you stared him down.

"Family? No" the driver turned around and put a bullet in Enrico's head without a word "You? You bet your ass I would"  the blood pouring out of his nose and mouth was like a fountain, staining his upholstery an ugly burgundy

"Nice shot, Uncle Mick" you smirked as you admired his handiwork.

"That's Pumpkin" he replied.  "You get your love of firearms from your mother's side of the family" you laughed at that.  You knew when you talked to the Old Man on the phone the day before, from the sound of shock in his voice that he was the ones who sent those men to kill you, not people avenging Gino. 

The others met up with them back at the apartment and you apologized for playing them like cheap banjos, to Vince and Tommy for injuring them.  "So how did you change drivers without the Old Man noticing?" you asked them.

Nikki chuckled "I've got some buddies in the mob too.  I called in a few favors people owe me" that was all that he'd say about the subject and you knew better than to ask.

You turned to Mick and said "It seem like we have A LOT of catching up to do..." you decided that you'd let him in your life if he wanted it.

"That we do Pumpkin" he smiled warmly "That we do"

[crue-sixx]

Falcon Kick!

Title: Falcon Kick! (Sequel to Falcon Punch!)

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: The Dirt (Motley Crue Movie)

Summary: Falcon has fallen, a new Falcon has taken the reader's place as temporary head of Falcon Securities while the reader is on "vacation".

Warnings: Violence, death, swearing and injury.

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The Accident:

This freak of nature had taken out your best assets, including the protege you had hand picked to eventually take your place as head of the organization when you decided to retire.  But your late protege had managed to turn her defeat into a victory for you.  Before her death, she had taken a picture of the asshole who went on a killing spree on your home turf while you were away.  The prick thought he could get off scott free.  He was hard to miss in a crowd- he was abnormally tall, muscular and looked like he could have been built out of stone.

As you read the report on the rush plane ride home when you first got word that headquarters was under attack, your best people had emptied their side weapons into or in his general direction-the use of deadly force was something that you had taught all your assets do as a last resort.  The trainees had been locked in the bunker, as per protocol in such situations with their trainers with them. 

You had also seen video footage of the scene from the security cameras, the bullets and other wounds didn't seem to phase him in the slightest.  You closed the window with video and applied the facial recognition software that was introduced not too long ago to see if you got a hit on the asshole's identity.  It came back as Horace Trancy-35 years of age with a birth defect called Congenital Analgesia, or in layman's terms he didn't feel physical pain.  His file also stated that he had a history of violence against others, coupled with some mental issues due to constant teasing about his size.

For the first time in years, you lit a cigarette and continued watching the footage.  You saw him pick up one of your greatest assets and best friends, crushing her head like a melon with his bare hands.  The other assets looked on horrified before pulling their pieces and unloading before he cut through them like a hot knife through butter.  You let the cigarette burn to the filter without even taking a drag.  When the video cut out, you took it out of your mouth and snuffed it in the palm of your hand.  "You will pay for this, mother fucker...."

When you came into your office, your giant German Shepard-Rottweiler mix Bruce walked up to you with his ears flat and his tail between his legs.  You patted his head and assured him "There's nothing you could have done, boy" he let out a whine, his greying snout betraying his age.  He was arthritic and limped from time to time.

You knew Trancy's exact location-only about an hour away from headquarters.  You gathered your gear and ordered a total lock down of the building.  Some of your subordinates who had hid during the initial attack offered to help you in your task but you told them under no circumstances were they to intervene, unless you hadn't returned in an hour or you had pressed your panic button.  "It's personal" you explained,  You didn't blame them for hiding- they were completely inexperienced in dealing with an intruder of that caliber.

Your desert eagle was hungry for blood, and you were more than happy to oblige.  You found Trancy in his house, which looked like it was better off bulldozed.  You broke down the door with one well placed kick, crossing the threshold with "Horace. Fucking. Trancy" you heard the upstairs creak then the actual stairs as the hulking juggernaut made his presence known.

"You called?" he teased in a low, nasally tone.

"You broke into my headquarters and killed my people" you stated, pulling out the desert eagle and firing a shot that would have blown his head off if he hadn't moved.

"Don't you wanna know why?" he asked, a little surprised at you coming in guns blazing rather than the tactical genius he had heard you were.

"Not particularly" you shot off another round into the floor "I'm pissed off" your voice was even and stoic.  You were so mad you didn't even have the capacity to yell and scream.  You were not one to get mad-you were one to get even.  He lunged at you, knocking the gun from your hand.

His size made his movements slower than you were, so when he went for a punch, you grabbed onto him with your whole body and tried to throw him, but he was too big for that.  You were just trying to distract him until the real surprise took him over.  The gun was just for back-up.  You just needed to get his blood pumping faster so nature could take it's course.

What you didn't expect was him slamming you down in between his elbow and knee.  You heard and felt your back break, losing feeling in your legs instantly.  You didn't have time to worry about that now, you knew that in a few minutes one of you would be dead.  He picked you up and was about to rip your head from your neck when he stopped, eyes widening as he began to shudder.  "What's happening to me?!" he was coughing up blood.

You propped yourself up as best you could to look at him from where he had dropped you "The bad thing about not being able to feel pain-" he dropped to his knees, shaking violently "is you don't know when your body's at it's limit.  Plus with all that lead from the bullets my assets put into you, into your bloodstream it was only a matter of time before your tainted blood turned against you" he roared and tried to lunge at you, but it was his final act before the floor caved in, impaling him through the heart and him bleeding out in minutes.

While that was happening, you flopped down on the floor and began to sob.  For your fallen assets, your protege and the fact that you couldn't feel your lower half.  Through your tears, you pressed your panic button.  Within minutes, a helicopter was at the scene to take you to the hospital.

With your protege dead, the person next in line was put in your office and assumed the role "Falcon 3" for the time being.  Her real name was Marina Frost, who lost out on the position of your protege only by a small margin.  She had shown compassion in a training exercise that in an actual situation would have cost her not only her life, but the lives of those under her command.  She had contacted Doc McGee after the incidents went down.

He rushed in on a red eye and went to your-her temporary office and demanded "What the fuck happened?!"  She explained the situation and had showed him the footage.  When all was said and done he said "How the fuck did that goddamn giant get in?!"

"Through the back door" Marina answered "he waited until our security alarms were down for maintenance and let in the security team to fix some bugs" she sighed heavily, closing her eyes to get a grip on her new position.

"He knew when and where to strike" Doc said "He MUST have had inside help..."

"So who's the Judas?" she asked.

"That's what I've come to find out..." Doc left, a steely resolve that he hadn't had in a long time.

The Assignment:

Nikki wanted to get off drugs for a long time now, he admitted he couldn't do it on his own.  Rehab helped tremendously but he'd fall off the wagon more than a few times.  He then remembered what his old friend had said "If you ever grow up from the scared little boy you always were, Call Falcon Security and ask for the Boss".  He had gotten your card from Doc a few years before, but only now he had the balls to call.

The office phone rang and Marina answered it "Falcon Securities.  How may I direct your call?"

"I wanna speak to the Boss..." the voice on the other end sounded unsure.

"Speaking" she answered "How may I help you?"

"Is this Y/N L/N?" the voice was confused.

"She's incapacitated at the moment" she answered "I am the acting Boss at the moment.  What do you want?"

"Oh...I really want to talk to Y/N" he sounded desperate, so she went and wheeled you in to talk to him.

"This is Y/N" you said into the phone with melancholy.

The voice sounded relieved to hear from you " Y/N!"

You snapped out of your down mood into one of surprise "Frank?"

"Yeah!  I need your help..."

With a sigh, you asked Marina to leave the room and she did as you asked.  "I'm sorry Nikki...I can't..."

"Why?" he sounded like he had lost all hope.

"I'm paralyzed from the waist down" you said flatly.  You heard him with a sharp intake of breath when he heard that.

"How?!  What the fuck happened?!" he asked.

"Not on the phone...we need to meet in person..." you shuffled through your papers and gave him an address where you could meet in private.

When he first saw you after your last encounter, his heart had broken.  He was a total ass when you were kids, but now with a wife and kids of his own, he had to clean up his act and part of that cleaning up was to apologize for his past behavior.  He took your hand and said "For leading you on when we were kids...I'm sorry.  I was an idiot" you were presently surprised at this, meaning he was finally growing up.

"I forgive you" you told him, kissing his hand.

"So what happened that made you..." he trailed off, not wanting to say it.

"Crippled?" you offered sarcastically.

"Yeah. That" he nervously looked away.  You relayed the story about what happened at Falcon Securities and he sat back, staring at you in stunned silence.  When you were done all he could say was "Fuck...."

"So enough about me, what's bugging you?" you asked him innocently "What prompted you to call me out of the blue almost a whole decade after we last parted ways?"

"I'm trying to get sober" he admitted "Rehab has helped a lot for me, but sometimes I fall off the bandwagon and fuck up royally.  My wife won't let me around our kids if I'm fucked up" he buried his head in his hands "She's gonna leave me and take them with her!"

You reached over the table and slapped him as hard as you could, to which he was shocked.and started to question but you cut him off "Stop blubbering like a fucking pansy and grow a set of balls!  You're a man aren't you?!"

"How did you...?" he began.

"I may be paralyzed from the waist down, Sixx but believe me I can still kick your ass from this fuckin' wheelchair!"  When he had gotten his bearings back, you discussed the plan of action.  He was to live in one of Falcon Security's locations for a whole year with no contact with his family or friends and learn how to prioritize what's more important to him- drugs and alcohol or his children.  You had told the organization that you were taking a year long "vacation" to get treatment for your condition.

He agreed to your terms and followed your instruction to the letter.  You were so proud of him the first time he turned down a drink that was offered to him without that hungry look in his eye.  You were even colored impressed when you were able to drink some wine and he didn't bat an eyelash as he sipped his Coca Cola.  What he did beg for was a call to his kids, his friends- anyone who could give him an update on the well being of his family.

Of course you let him call his kids, wife and friends on their birthdays, but only a minute at a time.  That's why you thought it was strange when you got a phone call coming in.  Only one person knew this number and his message was brief but you understood it all the same "Foxtrot. Ranger. Overlook. Strata. Tango" he then hung up.

Nikki's year was up and you released him into the loving arms of his wife and kids.  All of them sobbed and Nikki did his best through hiccups and tears to say "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."  you couldn't help but smile.  Frank Feranna had finally become Nikki Sixx.

His wife then bent down and hugged you tight-something you didn't expect from another female-especially one who just spent a whole year with you "Thank you, for giving us back our man" you returned the gesture. 

"You want to stay for dinner?" he offered you "As a thank you for what you did for us?"

"Maybe some other time, Nikki" he smiled when you called him by his legal name rather than his birth name.  You thought he'd earned your respect after all his hard work "I've got some unfinished business to take care of..." you wheeled back into the handicapped car and Doc drove you back to Falcon Securities.

The Judas is Silenced:

You were sitting in your wheelchair in front of the office door, you had ordered a silent evacuation of the building in case the shit had hit the fan.  You knew she was in there, but you knocked to make sure she was alone.  "Coming!" you heard only one set of footsteps before you pulled the trigger on the shotgun in your lap.

The blast had splintered a hole in the door and hit Marina Frost in the belly.  She was gagging, choking on her own blood as she stared at you while you wheeled yourself in.  She was on the floor crying, the only word that came out of her mouth was "....Why....?"

She was shocked when you got up and walked over to her, lifted her face up by her hair and looked at her coldly.  "Why did you get your cousin to attack us and kill your fellow assets?"

Her eyes widened as she realized you knew about her deception.  On the way over here, you took a deeper look at the file of Horace Trancy.  You had only did a surface glance before, but you saw that his police records cross referenced one Marina Frost as the cosigner for his bail many times.  She had tried to talk but the blood was making things difficult.  "Were you angry I picked Jessica over you?"

Her eyes were beginning to dull-she was dying.  The blood soaking the carpet squished beneath your feet, some excess staining the soles of your shoes.  "You were a coward then, and you're a coward now..." you then watched as the last light of life left her eyes.  For a solid few minutes you just stared at the corpse on your office floor.

For the first time in decades, you let anger cloud your judgement as you pulled out your desert eagle and unloaded an entire clip into the dead body.  You screamed in a fit of rage as the body jumped from the recoil of your gun, eventually emptying an entire clip into it.  When you were finished, you took a deep breath in, having fulfilled your need to avenge your fallen assets.  Then you went to your bedroom that was connected and picked out a nice outfit to wear to Nikki's that night.  He was expecting you for dinner.

He was ecstatic when he saw you walking up to his house.  "Holy shit!  I thought you were paralyzed!"

"I was" you smiled at him "I never said it was permanent" during that year he spent with you, while he slept you were working on yourself too.  You had worked with physical therapists to regain your mobility, granted you'd never be as fast as you used to be.

He then recounted the time you helped Doc reign in Motley Crue to behave to his wife, who didn't believe that they could be tamed.  He then added "You're so different now!  You're nice!"

You laughed and responded "Don't you know women come in two flavors?  We can be Hellfire or Holy Water, depending on how you treat us" his wife lifted a glass to that and you had a good laugh.  Come Monday morning, your office would be cleaned of any evidence that a murder took place and business would resume as normal.  Falcon One was coming home.

[crue-sixx]

Forever and Always

Title: Forever and Always

Author: tiddly-winx

Summary: Based on @crue-sixx's vampire head canon, the reader is a vampire who has completely captivated Nikki Sixx.

Warnings: mild smut, swearing.

The night you met your future love, you were just looking for your next meal.  The young folk nowadays seemed really into the vampire legends as a gimmick, but that suited you just fine, you were just trying to blend in with your surroundings.  That was one of the first lessons your master had taught you, before casting himself into a bonfire to end his unnatural long life.  You had also learned the essentials from him, like never drink after the heart had stopped beating, no prolonged exposure to the sun and most importantly how to choose prey-only feed on whoever you could, but kill the wicked the wicked.  In the years that followed his abandonment, you had grown bitter at the world and did as you pleased.  Over the span of 100 years, you understood why your master had cautioned discretion-you had seen many a fine vampire meeting their untimely end at the hands of ignorant villagers.  You eventually taught yourself how to keep cool as a cucumber in social situations, more importantly controlling yourself when you smelled blood. 

However, you soon grew tired of being sociable and did what many other vampires did when they didn’t want to be bothered-you found yourself an empty crypt and fed on the stupid teenagers who wandered inside in search of whatever hauntings local lore dictated plagued the cemetery.  You didn’t kill them of course, but you made sure to make your mark on inconspicuous places of the body.     

It was early in 1981 right in the heart of Los Angeles that you eased up from the depths of your long sleep to listen to the most invigorating music you had ever heard.  It was loud and aggressive, making the very earth rumble as if its sole purpose was to wake the dead.  You strolled into the lane of graves from your mausoleum and began walking towards the sounds of the nightlife.  You took in what the young people were wearing, then looked down at yourself in dismay.  The ankle length modesty dress was sorely out of fashion but a grin came across your face as you spied a young lady wearing a black leather corset with matching leather pants and boots.  “Child” you called out to her, so softly it was like a whisper on the wind.  She turned around and locked eyes with you, a deep breath later she was mesmerized by what she was seeing and spoke briefly with her companions about going onto the Whisky a Go Go, that she would catch up in a minute. 

When she was directly in front of you, she asked what you wanted and you replied “Where can I aquire such articles of clothing, Child?” 

In her trance like state, she pointed to a clothing store right across the street.  You thanked her and kissed her hand, then turned it over to expose her wrist.  You bought your fangs down on it and drank a small amount-the ‘little drink’ as you called it.  She didn’t feel a thing as you drank from her, but when you were finished you dismissed her and she rejoined her group.  You sauntered into the shop where the clerk stared at your garments.  You picked out a wine colored leather outfit similar to what the young lady was wearing and enchanted the salesperson with “I’ll just be taking these, it’s no trouble right?” 

The clerk put up no argument as you changed into the more updated outfit.  It looked fitting on you and from the girls blood, you obtained some knowledge of current events and lingo.  You walked out of the shop, picking up some gothic themed necklaces on your way out.  The music was so loud you didn’t even need to use your enhanced senses to feel it-it shook your bones to the very core.  You finally got in and stood in the front row, the young man playing a rather peculiar instrument (which you later learned was a bass) locked eyes with you and he kept his gaze on you for the entire song.  You smirked and winked at him as the song was winding down, leaving to go wait in the alley for the next ‘little drink’ to come by. 

A few moments later the same young man that coudln’t stop staring at you while playing his song opened the door and peeked outside to see you.  You looked up at him and asked “You following me, rockstar?” 

“Just...” he shifted uneasily, like he was unaccustomed to talking with the ladies “Wondering why you left so quick” he seemed to have gotten over his temporary shyness and added “There’s a party over at our place.  You should hang out with us” 

“Sweetheart, I don’t know if you can handle me, but alright” this human was intriguing to you so you accepted his invitation.  Soon you grew fond of your newfound friends, even like a little family if you dared say so.  It felt like something worth coming back to see every night.  Seeing them party like they were going to die the next day was interesting to say the least.  They were always doing stupid things, knowing full well the possible outcomes and consequences, but they didn’t care.  It was the first time you genuinely laughed in centuries. 

It was when you finally had a moment alone with Nikki on the couch with your head in his lap that your eyes locked intimately, just as they had the night you two met.  He breathed a ragged breath out, and from his blood you could smell the rush of hormones swim in his veins.   You knew what he wanted and were more than happy to oblige.  A silent heat came over the both of you as you got up and straddled him, his hands coming down gently on your hips.  You had to know that this was more than just lust, so right before things started to get too heated, you broke the kiss and asked “You sure you want to do this, Nikki?” 

“Only if you want to” he answered; his eyes glazed over with desire.  That didn’t answer your question, so you did the next best thing.  You gently scraped the skin on his neck to draw the smallest amount of blood possible and licked it up to see his truth.  He was completely and utterly yours if you wanted him, and by God you did. 

“Then take me to bed, Rockstar” was all the confirmation he needed, easily lifting you up and carrying you to his room bridal style.  His touch was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before-even when you were human.  He was so gentle with you, making sure he explored every inch of your nude body and you doing the same for him.  Your orgasm was so intense that when the ultimate wave of pleasure initially hit you, your fangs popped out and it took all of your will power to resist biting him and draining him dry.  He finished soon after you did, feeling your heat erupt on his cock sent him over the edge.  A low, stuttering curse from his mouth as a final, giant thrust reached into your hot core.  You felt his seed enter you, then drip onto his sheets when he pulled out. 

“Jesus Fucking Christ” he panted, using his remaining strength to keep himself propped up over you.  “That was awesome...” he then lowered down and off of you, cuddling into your frame.   

You too were more than satisfied and only offered an unintelligible “Mmm” in response, not being able to say much else.    

Nikki ran his fingers through your hair and asked “How about you be my girl?”  You nodded an affirmative reply, to which he just grinned and kissed you tenderly.  The next time you both came out of his room, Vince and Tommy were in the living room with open beers in their hands.  They stared in smug amusement. 

“It's about time Sixx!  We were wondering when you were gonna do her!”  Tommy got up and offered a high five, but it was not returned. 

“Y/N’s my girlfriend.  I’d appreciate it if you’d stop making such jokes at her expense if you don’t mind” he said playfully. 

Vince took a swig of his beer and added “No shit, Sherlock.  You haven’t even LOOKED at another girl much less fucked one since you met her!”  You were very much surprised by this revelation, but you kept your cool. 

“Gotta get back to my place, Babe” you nuzzled into him “They’ll try to rent it out again” you had indeed gotten a job and an apartment of your own since you woke up, and you used that place as a hiding spot for when you fed.    He walked you to your apartment, then at your door he turned you around kissed you softly. 

“Last night was amazing, baby” he sighed into your neck. 

“How about we do an encore at my place soon?” you held up a key to your apartment and gave it to him.  “You’re always welcome here if you need a place to crash” he took the key without hesitation and one more quick kiss before going back to his place. 

It was a few days later that Nikki and the boys came knocking at your door, only because they hadn’t seen or heard from you in a few days.  On the way over, they discussed things they thought seemed off about you.  Like you skin being pale and cold to the touch, the way your eyes changed colors and were even red sometimes.  Most importantly that you almost never came out in the daytime, unless it was a cloudy day when clouds covered the sun.  Mick in his usual sarcastic tone suggested “Maybe she’s a fuckin’ vampire” to which the other laughed nervously. 

Your senses were going wild, not being able to feed for the past few days was taking its toll on you.  Your skin was sunken in, your eyes like a wild animal’s ready to pounce at the first sight of a wandering human.  You looked like a living corpse, to put it mildly.  When you heard the door to the apartment open and heard them calling you, you stopped dead and stared at the bedroom door.  “I’m fine...just been feeling sick the past few days...” you called out. 

“If you’re just sick then why the fuck won’t you answer the fuckin’ phone?” the door to your room opened and the light clicked on.  The false lighting was too bright for you in this weakened state and you hissed, getting under the covers. 

“Just go away...you four aren’t safe here...” you groaned. 

“Not until we see you” Tommy insisted and pulled off the blanket, all of them completely shocked to see you in such a state. 

“Y/N you need a fuckin’ hospital!” Nikki tried to lift and carry you out the door but you grabbed the door frame and roared, accidentally baring your fangs to them all.  Your eyes so red they glowed like a stop   light at midnight.  Nikki put you down and stared in shocked amazement, after a moment he said “What are you?” 

“I’m a vampire, guys” you sheepishly scolded yourself for such an unsightly display “I get like this when I can’t feed for a few nights...” 

Without hesitation Nikki offered up his wrist for you to bite “Drink from me, Baby...if it’ll help you get better...”  his blood was calling to you, but you refused.  He laid you on the bed next to him and bought it up to your lips. 

“I don’t wanna hurt you, Nikki” you told him. 

“And we don’t want to see you starving yourself like this.  Shut up and drink my fuckin’ blood, woman” you kissed his wrist before biting down into it.  The small popping sound of your fangs puncturing his flesh was followed by a rush of pleasure.  He only gasped a little bit and winced, letting out a small moan of carnal desire.  All you needed was a few swallows, a transformation back into your old self, plus a little more color to your cheeks. 

Mick was in awe most of all, saying “Holy shit, you really are a vampire” he reached up to touch your face to make sure he was really seeing this.  Nikki tried to walk but stumbled, you caught him and put him on the bed. 

“Sleep now, Nikki” you cooed in his ear “the first time feeding from a person leaves them tired” he obeyed and slipped into a deep sleep.  Soon, you explained everything about being a vampire “I was forced into a marriage I didn’t want, and on my wedding night, I jumped from the tower.  A vampire saw me and turned me without even asking if I wanted to be one.  The bastard then left me to find out what it meant to be a vampire” you recalled what you could remember from your human life. 

Soon they all agreed that they’d take turns letting you feed from them.  You were pleasantly surprised to find that not only were they willing, but they liked it even.  Things had been going like this for a few years, but then Nikki came to you asking to do something you thought you’d never have to do.  “Y/N...I want you to turn me into a vampire...like you...”The band was rising in popularity in the clubs and even a record company offered them a deal. 

“Please, Nikki” you looked down shyly “Wait a few years...you’d have to leave the band because people would see that while the others aged, you’d stay the same.  If you can live with leaving the band, faking your death and going through the excruciating transformation into a vampire then you can ask me again...” he accepted these terms, and three years later he asked again. 

"Are you absolutely sure you want this?” you asked him, reiterating all of your previous points in the last discussion. 

“Yes, Y/N” he answered “Baby, I don’t care. I love you so much and I want to be with you…forever. Please, just let me be able to do that.” he pleaded, taking your hand in his. 

“Alright...the transformation is very painful.  I have to drink from your neck until almost the point of death, then have you drink from my neck.  It feels like pure lava coursing through your veins, the heart quickens to pump the vampire blood faster” you could smell he was afraid, but he knew it was worth it if it meant he would spend eternity with you. 

He walked closer to you, his lips crashing into yours and his tongue invading your mouth.  He broke the kiss breathlessly.  “Do it, Babe...” you started kissing down his neck, the artery pounding beneath the skin.  You sink your fangs into him, he let out an audible gasp and he soon slackened.  You laid him down on the ground and listened to his heart, being careful not to take too much.  When you knew the time was right, you stopped and sliced your neck and bought him up to your body.  You first felt his tongue then he pulled you in closer to him to get as much blood from you as possible. 

You trembled, gently pushing him away “That’s enough darling...” he was thrashing about, screaming and cursing to high heaven.  You cradled him in your lap, reassuring him that it only hurts for a few minutes.  He stopped moving and for a moment you were worried that you had killed him.  He opened his new, blood red eyes and sat up to look around. 

“Everything seems so vivid” he remarked, taking in familiar surroundings with his new senses.  “I can see, hear and smell things I couldn’t before...” he dragged his fingers across the wound on your neck “even touch is more sensitive for me...” 

“I will teach you the ways of being a vampire, Nikki” you said to him “first lesson starts now-we must feed to heal our wounds...” you showed him how to use his sex appeal to get prey, but to never take the life of an innocent.  “Kill the evildoer whenever you come across one, Nikki” you told him “make them suffer, but take no pleasure in your duty” he nodded in agreement. 

“As long and I can have you by my side while doing it, anything is possible” he kissed you again, before his first of many lessons began.