My dreams in written words

Sometime I come up with stories and I write aboute them. (not very consistently)

[kimbasprite]

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[littlecrow-rogue]

Hi there! So as Imentioned earlier my new obsession is Sandman, King of Dreams, Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless.

So umm I kinda wrote my first smut so this is a

18+ CONTENT!!!!

There is not a lot of talking in it but it’s a first person’s pov (so kind of a reader x Morpheus I guess) .

Constructive criticism is welcomed since I never did anything similar before. Plus I accept requests if you have any.

Enjoy!!

“Drown me, Gently”

I floated in the center. The sky shimmered in soft constellations above. The water was warm and endless, it clung to me like a second skin. The pool glowed with a quiet luminescence, stars tangled above, mirrored perfectly below. Here, in the heart of the Dreaming, time didn’t pass, it stayed still. And I, drifting in that sacred stillness, was the only thing breathing. I leaned my head back, hair fanned out like ink in water, eyes half-lidded, heart restless, my body heat and hunger.

Then I felt him. That unmistakable energy. The way the air stilled. The silence sharpened. Like the dream itself had paused to make space for him.

“Morpheus,” I whispered.

King of Dreams. Lord of Nightmares. And the man I couldn’t stop thinking about.

Then two pale arms, strong and impossibly gentle, slid around my waist from behind as if answering a summoning.

He grabed my hips and draged me back against a body made of starlit bone and velvet skin . He pulled me into him.

“You always come when I think of you,” I whispered, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder.

“You do more than think,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“You beg for me in your sleep.”

“I didn’t realize I was so loud,” I teased, but the words faltered when he pressed his chest to my back, cool and smooth, yet burning through the water. I gasped, half-laugh, half-moan, already breathless and he hadn’t even touched me properly.

My body melted into his instantly. Like it remembered this. Like it had belonged there.

“You call to me like a flame calls the moth,” he said, and then he exhaled against my throat, a barely-there breath, but it made my whole body shiver.

His lips found my shoulder first. Then the curve of my neck. The kisses were soft, lingering, deliberate, like he was savoring each inch of me with quiet worship. I tilted my head, gave him space to explore, and the way he groaned, that subtle, restrained sound in the back of his throat, lit me on fire.

His hands roamed underwater, trailing up my stomach, ghosting over my breasts until I gasped, pressing back against him. I could feel every part of him, solid, aching, wanting.

His hands cupped my breasts underwater, thumbs circling my nipples until they peaked from his teasing. My breath hitched, and he kissed behind my ear, whispering things I didn’t fully understand but felt in my bones.

I barely had time to catch my breath before he spun me in the water.

One fluid movement, possessive, perfect.

Now face to face, his eyes bore into me, endless black oceans with galaxies burning at the edges. Hunger. Worship. Need.

“You belong to me in this realm,” he said.

“But I’m tired of pretending that’s where it ends.”

I didn’t get the chance to reply. His mouth crashed into mine — hard and claiming, not gentle.

This wasn’t a kiss, it was a declaration.

Our teeth clashed. Tongues tangled. My hands scrambled up his shoulders, one hand into his wet hair, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us.

One of his hands cradled the back of my head, the other slipping lower, beneath the water, cupping the curve of my thigh and pulling me against him. I moaned into the kiss, wrapping a leg around his waist like instinct.

He lifted me effortlessly and I whimpered against his mouth, nails clawing into his shoulders as his body pinned mine to the wall of the pool.

Water sloshed around us, but neither of us cared.

His hands gripped my ass beneath the surface, fingers digging in just hard enough to make me shiver.

He deepened the kiss, slow but greedy, like he’d been starving for this and now he couldn’t stop. Then he just pressed his body harder against mine until I could feel every inch of him.

“Tell me you want this,” he said against my lips, voice like thunder in a cathedral.

“I want this,” I said.

“I want you.”

That broke something in him…. or maybe freed it.

His mouth crashed back to mine and he didn’t hold back, this was a man unraveling. A god unchained. And I wanted every dark, broken piece of him.

He slid between my thighs, fingers exploring slowly at first….. then he pressed his fingers against me in slow, hard circles, until I was arching, gasping, whispering his name like it was the only one I knew.

Every motion of his deliberate, designed to undo me.

“Do you know what you do to me?” he whispered and his lips brushed my cheek, my jaw, my throat, the softness returning like a whisper between storms.

“Do you know what it’s like to feel again, because of you?”

I didn’t have time to answer cause he slid inside me with a single, slow thrust and I gasped.

He stilled, forehead pressed to mine, giving me a moment. And then… he moved. I gasped again. He was more than I expected, more than body, more than man. It felt like the dream itself had entered me.

The water surged around us, echoing the rhythm of his hips pounding into mine. He kept his eyes locked on me, watching every gasp, every moan, drinking in my pleasure like it was his birthright. Powerful thrusts, slow at first, then rougher. Relentless. Water rippling and splashing with each movement, echoing the rhythm of our joined bodies. He fucked me like he had something to prove — and maybe he did. That he owned me. That no other dream or man would ever fill me like this again. His hands roamed — one gripping my thigh tightly over his hip, the other pressed between my shoulder blades, keeping me close, pinned to him like he could melt us into one being.

Then his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling gently to tilt my head back so he could kiss along my throat, not tender, but reverent. Like he worshipped me through ruin.

He whispered my name like a spell, and I moaned his the same way.

“I think of this,” he confessed, voice shaking with emotion and lust.

“Of you. Of this heat. This need. You haunt me.”

He bit down on my shoulder, sharp but not cruel, and I clenched around him, and he groaned loud, wrecked, his rhythm faltering just slightly.

And when my body shattered, head thrown back as the orgasm hit like a crashing wave, loud and beautiful he kept moving, chasing his own undoing. When it hit him, he growled low in my ear, voice trembling with restraint and awe, like even he couldn’t believe how much he needed this.

Needed me.

“You are mine,” he groaned into my neck, breathless and unraveling.

“Not just here. Everywhere. Always.” I answered.

We didn’t move for a while — just floated, entangled, still gasping in the quiet aftermath. Morpheus held me close, pressing his forehead to mine, brushing wet strands of hair from my cheek.

“You make me forget I am endless,” he said, softly now and his arms wrapped tighter around me, my head resting against his chest, both of us still breathing hard. The pool calmed. The world felt whole. His fingers traced shapes on my back beneath the water — circles, spirals, maybe runes no waking mind could decode.

“Stay with me.” he whispered , eyes locked on mine.

Then kissed me again. Not rough this time. Just pure, pure and open and mine and I drowned in him.

Willingly.

Forever.

[littlecrow-rogue]

My current obsession is The Sandman so I asked chat GPT to create a picture of me and Morpheus standing somewhere in the Dreaming and I am obsessed with this. Look at my emo husband next to me! 😭😍🥹🤩

[littlecrow-rogue]

A Chance Encounter - Jaskier x Reader

Hi there! I finally finnished my first Jaskier x Reader story. The story of a elf in need and as Jaskier helping her romance start to blossom. I hope you gonna enjoy! Let me know what you think! And if anyone have any kind of requests let me know! XoX - V

The marketplace bustled with life, a chaotic symphony of voices and activity that filled the air with energy. I moved through the throng of people, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation. It wasn't something I wanted to do, but desperation was not giving me a choice in the matter.

My eyes scanned the stalls, searching for the perfect opportunity. Then, I spotted it—a loaf of bread left unattended on a vendor's cart. It was a small thing, hardly worth noticing, but to me, it could mean survival, it could mean no more hunger – at least for a while.

With trembling hands, I reached out and snatched the loaf, stuffing it into the folds of my cloak before anyone could notice. But as I turned to slip away, I heard the angry shouts of the merchant behind me.

"Stop! Thief!" the stall owner bellowed, his voice carrying across the square like a thunderclap. "Catch that elf! She's stolen from me!"

In an instant, the bustling marketplace erupted into chaos as people turned to stare, their eyes ablaze with suspicion and anger. The air crackled with tension as I darted between startled onlookers, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I sprinted for the safety of the shadows.

Panic surged through me as I weaved through the crowd in a desperate bid to escape. I knew I couldn't outrun them forever, but I had to try.

My heart raced with fear and adrenaline as I ducked into a narrow alleyway, hoping to lose my pursuer in the labyrinth of shadows. I collided with someone—hard.

I stumbled back, barely managing to keep my balance, and found myself face to face with a stranger. He was tall and handsome, brown hair framing his face, a lute hanging over his shoulders, and with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. But before I could respond, he glanced over my shoulder and his expression changed as he realized, from the shouting that was following me, I was being chased. As he grabbed my arm, I thought that’s it, no escaping, he is gonna turn me over to those people chasing after me.

"Quick, this way!" he said and to my surprise, he started pulling me towards a nearby alley. Without hesitation, I followed, trusting this stranger more than I probably should have. But in that moment, he was my only hope of escape.

In the dimly lit alley, the sounds of the marketplace faded into the background as him and I pressed ourselves against the rough stone walls, hidden from view. My heart pounded in my chest, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins as I tried to catch my breath.

"Thank you," I managed to gasp out, my voice barely above a whisper.

He flashed me a reassuring smile, his eyes bright with excitement.

"No need to thank me, my dear. Just doing my good deed for the day," he replied with a wink.

Despite the gravity of the situation, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of amusement at his playful demeanor.

"Here," he said, swiftly shrugging off his long, burgundy leather coat and extending it towards me.

"Take this. It'll help to give you a new look."

Gratefully, I accepted the coat, the supple leather warm beneath my trembling fingers. As I slipped it on, I felt a sense of protection wash over me, as if the garment itself was a shield against the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

But he wasn't finished yet. With a gentle touch, he reached up and pulled my hairpin out of my messy bun so it fell down on my shoulders, the loose strands cascading over my ears and obscuring them from view.

"There," he said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

"That should do the trick."

As we waited in tense silence, I stole a glance at him, taking in the lines of his face and the warmth in his eyes. Despite our chance encounter, there was something about him that made me feel strangely at ease, as if I could trust him in a way I couldn't trust anyone else.

"So, what's your name?" he asked, breaking the comfortable silence between us.

"YN," I replied softly, meeting his gaze with a hint of uncertainty.

He smiled warmly, as if my name held some sort of significance to him.

"Well, YN, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Jaskier and I must say, you certainly know how to make an entrance," he remarked, a playful twinkle in his eyes.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his lighthearted comment, the tension from earlier dissipating a tiny bit.

After what felt like an eternity, the sounds of pursuit faded into the distance, leaving behind only the quiet hum of the city. With a sigh of relief, he turned to me.

"I think it's safe now," he said, his voice soft but firm.

"But we should be cautious. Who knows when they might come looking for you again." He motioned for me to follow as he led me through a maze of narrow alleys and hidden passageways, his steps confident and sure.

Despite the circumstances that had brought us together, I couldn't shake the feeling that this chance encounter was the beginning of something unexpected. And as we walked through the shadowy alleyways, I found myself strangely reluctant to part ways with this stranger who had come to my rescue.

As we walked side by side through the winding streets dusk settled over the city, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets. Jaskier led me to a quaint tavern on the outskirts of Novigrad. The warm glow of candlelight bathed the interior in a soft, inviting light and the tavern was alive with the sounds of merry laughter and lively conversation as we settled into a secluded corner booth.

"So," he began, his voice soft and tentative.

"What happened back there? Why were those people chasing you?"

I hesitated for a moment, my gaze dropping to the table as I wrestled with the memories of my recent ordeal. But something in Jaskier's kind eyes urged me to speak, to trust him with the truth.

"I... I stole," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper, and I could feel my cheeks turn bright red.

"A loaf of bread, from a market stall. I know it was wrong, but... I was desperate."

And with that, the words spilled forth like water from a broken dam, my voice trembling with emotion as I recounted the circumstances that had led me to this point: the loss of my parents, the constant struggle to make ends meet in a city that hated elves with a passion and offered little but hardship and heartache.

"I... I want to leave," I continued, my voice choked with tears.

"I would like to go to Dol Blathanna. But... I don't have the means to do so. Not yet."

Jaskier listened in silence.

"Then let us make a plan," he said with a warm smile playing on his lips.

Jaskier's offer of help was more than I could have ever hoped for, but I couldn't help feeling guilty for burdening him with my troubles.

"I appreciate your kindness more than you know," I began, my voice barely above a whisper as I met Jaskier's gaze with a mixture of gratitude and apprehension.

"But I don't want to cause you any more trouble than I already have."

Jaskier reached across the table, his hand resting gently on mine, his touch sending a shiver down my spine.

"You're not causing me trouble, YN," he insisted, his voice soft but firm.

"And I kind of have a habit of helping elves in need," he said with a heartwarming smile.

I wanted to say something but before I could protest further, Jaskier signaled to the server, ordering a hearty meal for the both of us.

As we waited for our meal to arrive, Jaskier regaled me with tales of his travels, his words weaving a tapestry of adventure and intrigue that captured my imagination.

"I have a plan," he said, turning his voice into a whisper in the middle of a story, his voice barely above a murmur.

"I'm only staying here for the night, but after my performance at this tavern, I'll be heading off to another town. And if you would like, I'd be more than happy to take you with me."

His words took me by surprise, filling me with a sense of hope and possibility that I hadn't felt in a long time. It was as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, replaced by a newfound sense of optimism and excitement for the future.

"Really?" I asked, unable to conceal the hope in my voice as I met Jaskier's gaze with wide eyes.

He nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Really," he confirmed, his voice filled with sincerity.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I reached out to grasp Jaskier's hand, overwhelmed by the kindness and generosity he had shown me.

"Thank you," I whispered as we sat together in the warmth of the tavern, surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight and the comforting hum of conversation. I knew that my life was about to change in ways I could never have imagined.

Not long after finishing our meal, Jaskier took center stage, his fingers dancing across the strings of his lute as he launched into a lively melody that filled the room with music.

I watched from our hidden corner table, my eyes glued to Jaskier as he performed with a passion and energy that was contagious. It was as if he was pouring his heart and soul into every note, his music weaving a tapestry of emotion that spoke to the depths of my soul.

As the last strains of music faded into the night, Jaskier descended from the stage to thunderous applause, a satisfied smile gracing his lips as he made his way back to where I was sitting.

"That was amazing," I whispered, my voice filled with awe as I met Jaskier's gaze with admiration.

He grinned, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

"Let's celebrate with some drinks," he suggested, his voice lighthearted and carefree.

And so, we sat together in the warmth of the tavern, sharing stories and laughter over our drinks.

As the evening wore on, our conversation turned to more personal matters, and I found myself opening up to Jaskier in a way I hadn't with anyone else. I shared stories of my childhood, of the struggles I had faced since my parents' death, and of my dreams of finding a place where I could finally belong.

To my surprise, Jaskier listened with rapt attention, his expression filled with empathy and understanding. He offered words of comfort and encouragement. There was a kindness in his eyes and a warmth in his smile that made me feel safe and understood in a way I hadn't felt in a long time.

As the night grew later, the tavern began to empty, leaving only a handful of patrons scattered throughout the dimly lit space. Jaskier turned to me with a solemn expression.

"It's getting late," he said, his voice tinged with regret.

"We should get some sleep so we can leave before dawn." I just nodded in agreement.

Jaskier led me through the dimly lit corridors of the tavern to his room, which was tucked away at the back of the building. As we stepped inside, the cozy warmth from the fireplace enveloped us like a tight hug.

"I hope you don’t mind if we share a bed," Jaskier said, his voice gentle as he gestured towards the large, inviting bed tucked against the wall of his room. The flickering light from the fireplace cast dancing shadows across the room, lending an air of warmth and intimacy to the space.

I felt a blush creeping into my cheeks at the intimacy of the suggestion, my heart fluttering nervously in my chest. Despite my hesitation, I couldn't deny the pull of his presence, the comforting warmth of his smile as he waited for my response.

"No, not at all," I replied softly, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart hammered in my chest as I met Jaskier's gaze, my cheeks burning with embarrassment at the admission. But beneath the blush, there was a sense of excitement, a thrill at the prospect of being so close to him.

Without another word, we settled into bed, the warmth of Jaskier's body pressed close against mine.

In the darkness, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, a reassurance that despite the uncertainties of the road ahead, I was not alone. Jaskier's presence wrapped around me like a protective cloak, shielding me from the fears and doubts that threatened to consume me.

As we lay together in the quiet of the night, a gentle warmth spread through my veins, filling me with a sense of contentment I hadn't felt in a long time. The soft sound of his breathing mingled with the crackling of the fire, a soothing melody that lulled me into a state of blissful tranquility.

And then, as if drawn together by an invisible force, our lips met in a tender kiss. It started with a hesitant brush of our hands, a tentative exploration of each other's warmth. But as the moments passed, our lips met and the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more passionate.

One of his hands came up to cup my cheek, his touch sending shivers down my spine as he pulled me closer, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that took my breath away. In that moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of us, suspended in a timeless embrace.

Every touch, every caress, ignited a fire within me, a burning desire that consumed my senses and left me craving more. Our kisses grew more fervent, more desperate, as if trying to convey all the emotions we had been too afraid to voice aloud.

And as we finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed with desire, I knew that this was only the beginning—a promise of all the passion and intensity that lay ahead, waiting to be explored.

As I lay in his arms, wrapped in the warmth of his embrace, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope ignite within me—a hope that whispered of new beginnings and endless possibilities, a hope that with Jaskier by my side, anything was possible.

[littlecrow-rogue]

Hi there!

Today I finally had some time to write! Yay!

Soo the Jaskier x YN elf story request is hopefully gonna be finnished for tonight and I hope to start the next chapter of my Mötley Crüe fanfiction as well.

If anyone has any kind of request for short stories please let me know.

XoX - V

[littlecrow-rogue]

Wait sorry ignore that I just noticed the wattpad lol

I will upload everything to wattpad to ^^

[littlecrow-rogue]

How about Jaskier falls for one of the elves he saves as the sandpiper

I like this. Keep an eye on my page. I am working on it! 😊😁

[littlecrow-rogue]

Hey!!

I would like to write some Jaskier x Reader one shots.

Does anyone have any suggestion or some requests to read with him?

If so and you would like me to write them please don’t hesitate to share them.

XoX - V

Ps.: I am still working on the next chapter for the Mötley Crüe fanfiction. I am not giving up on that story just didn’t had time to write this week.

[littlecrow-rogue]

Trough the Lens: A Mötley Crüe fanfiction - Chapter 2

Hi there!

Thank you for everyone for the love you gave to the first chapter. I hope you will like this one as well.

Also if anyone likes my writeing style and would love to read something else from me then feel free to give me some requests for some one shots. I would love to write some more stuff but low on ideas.

Side note: if any photographer is reading this, I am not one so if I messed up something aboute the film and photo developing feel free to correct me. I meanly leand on google and youtube for research.

XoX - V

Chapter 2: "Behind the Lens"

As the soft morning light gently crept through the parted curtains, Katie's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the promise of a new day. With a sense of eager anticipation coursing through her veins, she couldn't help but smile as she stretched beneath the cozy embrace of her duvet. Today was the day – the highly anticipated photoshoot with Mötley Crüe awaited.

Throwing back the covers, Katie swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her bare feet meeting the cool hardwood floor with a soft thud. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table – it was still early, but excitement had already set her heart racing.

After a refreashing shower she rummaged trough her closet and settled on a comfy pair of black jeans and a soft green sweater, the perfect blend of style and comfort for the day ahead.

With her outfit sorted, Katie made her way to the kitchen, as she hummed along to a catchy tune in her head, she whipped up a simple breakfast.

Her mind buzzing with anticipation for the photoshoot and as she sipped her coffee, she couldn't shake the feeling that today was the beginning of something big.

Finisshing her breakfast she packed her camera gear and slung the bag over her shoulder, she double-checked everything one last time before heading out the door. The excitement was palpable as she locked up her apartment and made her way to the photoshoot location.

As Katie rolled up in fornt of Nikki’s flat she was greeted by the members of Mötley Crüe, each of them wearing their trademark rock 'n' roll style and brimming with excitement for the day ahead.

"Hey, Katie! " Tommy's voice boomed as he pulled her into a tight embrace, his energy infectious.

"We're ready to kick some serious ass today!"

Katie returned the hug with a smile, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of working with the band.

"I am gald to hear that! I'm excited to see what we will create together," she replied, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

As the crew gathered around, Nikki stepped forward with a sly grin.

"Alright, Katie, lay it on us. What's the game plan for today?" he asked, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

Katie grinned, a sense of determination shining in her eyes.

"We're gonna start off by capturing you guys in your natural habitat – jamming out during rehearsal," she declared, her words laced with anticipation.

"Then we'll crank it up a notch and dive into some seriously killer, stylized shots that scream Mötley Crüe."

"Sounds like a plan," Vince chimed in, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

"Time to rock and roll!"

The group made their way up to the make shift rehearsal room, wich was Nikki’s living room and with a roar of guitars and thundering drums, Mötley Crüe launched into their rehearsal, filling the room with their electrifying sound.

Nikki's fingers danced across the strings, Vince belted out lyrics with raw power, while Tommy and Mick laid down the heartbeat of their music.

Meanwhile, Katie moved around the room with her camera in hand, capturing the raw energy and passion of the band in action. She adjusted the settings carefully, relying on her keen eye and intuition to frame each shot just right. With each click of the shutter, she knew she was capturing a moment of pure rock and roll magic.

The band members threw themselves into their performance, their movements fluid and effortless as they lost themselves in the music. Katie moved gracefully among them, her camera clicking away as she worked to immortalize the essence of Mötley Crüe through her lens.

As the rehearsal drew to a close, the band members paused to catch their breath, their faces flushed with exhilaration. Katie lowered her camera, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Wow, Katie, you were everywhere!" Tommy exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement.

"I can't wait to see how they turn out."

Katie grinned, her heart swelling with satisfaction at Tommy's words.

"It was truly inspiring to watch you guys in action." she replied, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

With the first part of the photoshoot complete, the band and Katie took a moment to regroup and discuss their plans for the next set of shots, eventually Katie and the members of Mötley Crüe made their way outside for the next part of the photoshoot.

"Alright, everyone, follow me," Katie called out, her eyes scanning the surroundings for the perfect backdrop. She pointed across the street to a building adorned with weathered brick walls.

"I have a feeling those walls will provide the perfect canvas."

The band members trailed after Katie, their laughter and playful banter echoing through the street as they crossed over to the chosen location.

"Alright, boys, show me what you've got!" Katie said with a smile, after positioning each member for the shots.

The guys grinned mischievously, each striking a dramatic pose in front of the brick wall as Katie snapped away, capturing their larger-than-life personalities with each click of the shutter.

Tommy struck a dramatic pose, his hair whipping in the breeze.

Vince followed suit, throwing up a devil horn sign with a wink, while Mick and Nikki leaned casually against the wall, with a grin lighting up their faces.

As the photoshoot continued, the group fell into a rhythm, their playful banter and infectious energy filling the air. With each shot, Katie felt a sense of joy and satisfaction, knowing that she was capturing the true essence of Mötley Crüe in every frame.

As the sun began to fade and rain clouds rolled in, Katie lowered her camera with a satisfied smirk.

"I think we've nailed it, guys," she declared, her voice tinged with excitement.

The band members exchanged nods of agreement, their eyes shining with anticipation.

With the photoshoot complete, they made their way back indoors, eager to witness the fruits of their labor.

Once inside, Katie carefully began packing up her camera gear, the band members gathering around like eager disciples awaiting a revelation.

"So, Katie, spill the beans. When do we get to feast our eyes on the magic you've captured?" Tommy's voice cut through the air, thick with anticipation.

Katie paused, her gaze drifting from her camera bag to the faces of the band members. A contemplative expression danced across her features as she pondered the question.

"Well, it's going to take a bit of time to develop the film and process the photos," she began, her voice a soft melody floating in the air.

"But if you aren't busy this afternoon, why not swing by my place? I've got my own darkroom, so we can dive right into the creative process together."

Excitement sparked in the eyes of the band members.

Nikki's grin widened, a glimmer of curiosity dancing in his gaze.

"Sounds like a plan," he chimed in, his voice vibrating with excitement.

With the plan in place, Katie and the band made their way to her apartment, the anticipation building with each step.

As they arrived, Katie led them inside, her heart racing with excitement at the prospect of sharing her passion for photography with the band.

As they stepped into Katie's apartment, a sense of warmth and creativity enveloped them, wrapping them in a comforting embrace that felt like a true reflection of Katie's artistic soul.

The two-bedroom apartment was filled with warmth and charm, with the living room serving as the heart of the home. Soft, ambient lighting bathed the space in a gentle glow, casting a warm and inviting atmosphere. The living room was spacious and airy, with comfortable couches and chairs arranged around a coffee table.  A large window flooded the room with natural light, offering a glimpse of the city skyline beyond.

On the walls, an eclectic mix of photographs adorned the space, showcasing Katie's talent as a photographer. Each image told a story, capturing moments of beauty and emotion in stunning detail.

One of the bedrooms had been transformed into Katie's sacred sanctuary – her darkroom, where she spent countless hours developing and perfecting her photographs so the space was filled with the faint scent of chemicals, a testament to the creative process that took place within its walls.

As Katie welcomed the band into her cozy abode, she gestured for them to make themselves at home, knowing that the journey of developing their shared vision would take time.

"Feel free to help yourselves to anything in the fridge," she said with a smile.

"There's drinks and snacks in there. You can watch TV, take a nap, or do whatever you’d like."

With those words, she set off towards the darkroom, ready to immerse herself in the intricate process of bringing her captured moments to life.

However, before she could vanish into the shadows of the dimly lit room, Nikki and Tommy intercepted her, their curiosity palpable.

"Hey, Katie, would you mind if we tag along?" Nikki inquired, his gaze brimming with anticipation.

"Yeah, we're itching to get a glimpse of your wizardry," Tommy chimed in, a spark of excitement dancing in his eyes.

Katie smiled at their eagerness.

"Of course, you're more than welcome to join me," she replied graciously, stepping aside to usher them into the mysterious realm of the darkroom.

Meanwhile, Vince made himself comfortable on the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV and Mick decided to take advantage of the cozy atmosphere and stretched out on the couch, closing his eyes and drifting off to a nap.

As Katie led Nikki and Tommy into the dimly lit darkroom, the faint scent of chemicals hung in the air. She pulled on a pair of gloves and began to prepare the necessary materials for developing the photos.

Amidst the dimly lit ambiance of the darkroom, Nikki and Tommy stood like eager apprentices, their gazes fixated on Katie's every move.

"So, Katie, give us the lowdown. How does this whole shebang work?" Nikki inquired, his voice brimming with eager curiosity as he looked around the trays and containers filled with mysterious solutions, each holding the key to unlocking the hidden wonders captured on film.

Katie's smile was warm and knowing, her movements fluid and practiced as she started explaining the process.

"Well, it all kicks off with the film," she began, lifting a roll of exposed film for their inspection. "The magic begins when we immerse it in the developer solution. This concoction coaxes out the latent image, bringing it to life before our very eyes."

With deft precision, Katie demonstrated the process, delicately unfurling the film and submerging it into the developer solution. A gentle agitation of the tray ensured an even coat, the liquid working its transformative magic with each passing moment.

"And then comes the stop bath," Katie continued.

"This solution halts the development process, ensuring our image stays just as we want it. From there, it's onto the fixer, which removes any lingering traces of silver halides, rendering the film light-safe."

Nikki and Tommy nodded in understanding, their expressions alive with newfound appreciation for the alchemy at play.

"Sick" Tommy exclaimed, his voice tinged with admiration.

"It's like witnessing sorcery in action."

Katie smiled at their enthusiasm, feeling a sense of pride in sharing her passion with them.

"It's definitely a labor of love," she replied, her voice tinged with affection.

"But there's nothing quite like the feeling of seeing the final images come to life."

With the film developed and fixed, Katie delicately hung it up to dry, the images slowly emerging from the darkness like ghosts in the night. Nikki and Tommy stood by, their eyes transfixed by the mesmerizing spectacle unfolding before them, a newfound appreciation for photography blossoming within their souls.

With the initial ritual complete, Katie turned her focus to the sacred act of printing the photos. Amidst the glow of the red safelight, she carefully selected a few negatives, cuted them out and ushered them into the enchanting embrace of the enlarger. Nikki and Tommy leaned in closer, their breaths held in anticipation as Katie worked.

"So, what's the deal with this part?" Nikki inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity and wonder.

""This, my friends, is where the real magic happens, we're going to make prints of the photos," Katie replied, her tone a melodic symphony of passion and expertise.

"The enlarger projects the image from the negative onto light-sensitive paper, creating a positive image that we can see."

As the images began to materialize, Nikki and Tommy stood in silence.

Each print was a masterpiece in its own right, a testament to Katie's skill and dedication to her craft.

As the band and Katie gathered around the prints, they  cearfully examined every single on of them and with their decision made, Katie set to work on creating the flyer, incorporating the chosen photo along with bold text and vibrant colors that would draw attention and capture the imagination of their audience.

With the flyer locked and loaded, Katie stepped back, feeling the pulse of excitement coursing through her veins. Mötley Crüe, immortalized in ink and paper, ready to ignite the stage and captivate the masses.

"It looks killer" Vince exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face.

"I think this is really going to grab people's attention."

Katie nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of pride in the finished product.

"Thanks" she replied, her voice filled with satisfaction.

"I think it really captures the spirit of Mötley Crüe."

As they admired the flyer, Tommy spoke up, excitement evident in his voice.

"Alright, tomorrow's the day—we hit the streets and plaster these babies everywhere," he announced, with an enthusiastic grin.

"Let's make sure every soul in shit hole knows about this gig." Mick added with a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

The band members exchanged excited glances, eager to spread the word about their upcoming gig. With their flyer in hand, they knew they had a powerful tool to help them attract a crowd and make their mark on the music scene.

"You know what, guys? I'd love to help with putting up the flyers," Katie said eagerly, her eyes shining with enthusiasm.            

"We would appreciate that" Nikki replied, his voice filled with appreciation.

With their plans solidified, the group made arrangements to meet up the following day to print more copies of the flyer and hit the streets to promote their show. As they discussed their strategy, a sense of excitement and anticipation filled the air, fueling their determination to make their upcoming gig a success.

"Alright, so where should we meet?" Nikki asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

"How about we meet at the PrintPro downtown?" Tommy suggested, his eyes alight with excitement.

The band members nodded in agreement, pleased with the suggestion.

"Sounds good to me," Vince chimed in, his enthusiasm evident in his voice.

"What time?"

Katie glanced at her watch, considering the logistics of the day ahead.

"How about we meet at at noon?" she suggested.

"That should give us plenty of time to get everything printed and start putting up the flyers."

The band members agreed to the plan, eager to get started on their promotional efforts. With their meeting time and place set, they called it quits for the day.

"Thanks again for all your help, Katie," Nikki said, giving her a warm hug before leaving.

"We couldn't do this without you."

Katie smiled, returning the hug with genuine affection.

"Anytime" she replied.

With that, the band members headed off into the night.

She closed the door behind them with a contented sigh. As she made her way through her cozy apartment, Katie couldn't shake the feeling of pride that swelled within her. With a smile on her face, she prepared for bed, her mind buzzing with thoughts of the day ahead. As she slipped beneath the covers, she couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unexpected friendship she had formed with the members of Mötley Crüe.

With a contented sigh, Katie closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

[littlecrow-rogue]

Trough the Lens (Nikki Sixx x OC) (on Wattpad)  

In the neon-lit corridors of 1980s Los Angeles, Mötley Crüe stands on the cusp of greatness. With their sights set on conquering the music world, they turn to an unexpected source for help: Katie Lee, the fiery-haired sister of their drummer Tommy Lee. As the band scrambles to promote their first gig, Katie steps in to save the day, armed with her camera and a fierce confidance. Little does she know, her journey with Mötley Crüe will lead her down a path of exhilarating highs and heart-wrenching lows. Caught in the whirlwind of rock 'n' roll excess, Katie finds herself drawn to the brooding allure of bassist Nikki Sixx. Their connection sparks a romance that threatens to consume them both. But amidst the chaos of fame and fortune, Katie discovers something even more precious: her own voice. Join Katie as she navigates the treacherous waters of the music industry, forging unbreakable bonds with the members of Mötley Crüe and discovering the power of love, passion, and self-discovery in the relentless pursuit of dreams.

[littlecrow-rogue]

Trough the Lens: A Mötley Crüe fanfiction - Chapter One

Hi!

So the other day I made a post aboute writing a Mötley Crüe Nikki Sixx x OC fanfiction.

I did it!

I am bit nerves posting it cause english is not my first language so this was a bit hard, and even tho I asked some help from Google and transolaters to fix my grammer mistakes probobly there are still some mistakes left or wrong usage of words. But I hope it's still enjoyable.

If you read this have fun and let me know if you think and if you'd like a second chapter for it.

XoX - V

Chapter 1: "The Beginning"

The band members of Mötley Crüe sat huddled around a cluttered table in Nikki's flat, the air thick with anticipation and the remnants of their brainstorming session. Empty beer bottles mingled with scattered papers, evidence of their search for the perfect promotional plan and a testament to the chaos of their creative minds.

Tommy tapped his fingers impatiently against the table, his dark eyes darting restlessly around the room in search for inspiration. The weight of their first gig hung heavy in the air, a silent reminder of the task at hand.

Suddenly, Nikki's voice shattered the silence, cutting through the haze of uncertainty that had settled over them.

"Alright, guys, time to get down to business," he declared, his tone commanding attention.

Vince lounged back with a smirk, tossing out a suggestion that earned a mixture of amusement and disdain

"A little spray-painted graffiti on the side of Sunset Boulevard could drum up some serious buzz”

Nikki shook his head with a wry smile.

"As much as I appreciate the guerrilla marketing approach, we need something more polished," he said, running a hand through his tousled hair as he leaned forward, his gaze fixed on his bandmates.

Mick nodded in agreement.

Nikki arched an eyebrow, his gaze locking onto Tommy’s with a curious intensity.

"Do you have any ideas, Tommy?"

A mischievous grin spread across Tommy's face as he leaned back in his chair, confidence radiating from every pore.

"Actually, I do," he declared, capturing the attention of his bandmates.

"My sister, Katie, she's a photographer. She could help us make some flyres with some killer shoots."

The mention of Tommy's sister piqued the band's interest. They had heard stories about Katie Lee, Tommy mentioned her a lot, but none of them had ever met her.

Mick, ever the pragmatist, cut to the heart of the matter with a single question.

"Is she any good?" he asked, his skepticism evident in his gravelly voice.

Tommy's response was immediate.

"She's incredible," he declared, his voice brimming with pride.

"She's been working as a photographer in downtown LA for the past two years, but she has been obsessed with photography since we were kids. Trust me, guys, she's the real deal. "

Vince grinned.

"Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go pay Katie a visit and see if she can work her magic for us."

As their car glided to a halt in front of SutterLux Studios, the first thing that caught their eyes was the imposing sign, polished to a mirror like perfection, a testament to the studio's prestige as it boldly announced its name to the world. It stood as a beacon of elegance amidst the bustling cityscape, its modern architecture a symphony of clean lines and sleek facades that mesmerized passersbys. Every detail, from the smooth curvature of the walls to the precise symmetry of the windows, spoke of craftsmanship and artistry that left an indelible impression on all who saw it. Surrounding the entrance, a meticulously curated garden, a lush oasis of greenery, provided a tranquility to the building's exterior.

As they stepped out of their car, the band's rock and roll style clashed brilliantly with the polished surroundings. Leather jackets, ripped jeans, and a smattering of tattoos made for a striking contrast against the backdrop of elegance.

Stepping into the studio, they were greeted by a receptionist girl seated at a marble-topped desk, her workspace packed with notepads and notebooks in neat order wich spoke volumes about her attention to detail. With a shy smile playing on her lips, she chirped a warm welcome, while her eyes scaned the group of men before her.

"Welcome to SutterLux! What can I help you?” her voice was light and airy.

Tommy leaned casually against the desk, flashing his trademark grin as he addressed her.

"Hey there, we're here to see Katie Lee. Is she available?" he inquired, his voice laced with confidence.

The receptionist's bashfulness only added to her charm as she inquired about their appointment, her eyes flitting towards the calendar as she searched for any openings.

"I'm her brother, and I just want to talk to her if she's free," Tommy explained with a nonchalant shrug, his charm evident in every word.

Recognition flickerd on the receptionist's face as she realized who Tommy was

"Oh, you're Katie's brother Tommy? She's mentioned you," she remarked, her shy tone melting into a warm, friendly demeanor.

"Let me see if she's available. Please take a seat. I'll be right back."

With a graceful gesture towards the plush black sofas on the other side, she disappeared into the depths of the studio, leaving the band members alone in the lobby. The air crackled with anticipation as Vince, Mick, and Nikki exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to expect when they finally met Katie Lee.

As the receptionist girl reappeared with Katie by her side, the room seemed to brighten with her presence. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall of flames, framing her face with an aura of vibrant energy. Her eyes twinkled with a mischievous sparkle, and every step she took radiated confidence.

"Tommy!" Katie exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine delight as she enveloped her brother in a tight hug.

"What are you doing here?"

Tommy returned the hug with equal enthusiasm, his grin stretching from ear to ear.

"We came to see you, sis," he replied, pulling back to gaze at her with fondness.

"Who’s we?” she asked couriously as her gaze shifted to the other men standing behind Tommy, her smile widening at the sight of them.

"Nikki, Vince, and Mick," Tommy introduced, gesturing to each member of the band in turn. "Guys, this is my sister, Katie."

The band members exchanged greetings with Katie, their admiration for her evident in their eyes. Her easygoing demeanor and magnetic charm left an impression on each of them, drawing them in with her infectious energy.

"Do you have a little time to spare for us sis?” Tommy asked eagerly.

"I hope so.” Katie replied with a grin.

"Sam, when's my next client scheduled to arrive?" Katie turned to the receptionist girl, who quickly returned to her desk.

Sam scanned the schedule and checked the clock on the wall before responding,

"You've got about an hour and twenty minutes until your next appointment."

Katie nodded thoughtfully.

"Great. In that case, why don't we head over to that coffee shop down the street? We can grab a table and chat," she suggested, turning back to the band with a warm smile.

"Sounds like a plan," Tommy cheered, his excitement matching hers as they left the building.

As Katie and the band strolled down the bustling streets of downtown LA, the city pulsed with an electrifying vitality and amidst the vibrant chaos, they sought refuge at a quaint corner table in a cozy café, where the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them like a warm embrace.

After placing their orders, Nikki leaned forward, his piercing blue eyes fixed on Katie.

"So, Katie, Tommy's been singing your praises as a kickass photographer," his voice as smooth as silk. "We're on the hunt for someone with your skills to help us make a splash with our upcoming gig."

Katie nodded, her interest piqued.

"I'm all ears," she replied, leaning back in her chair.

Tommy, unable to contain his excitement, leaned forward eagerly.

"We've headlining at the Starwood Club next month," he announced, a grin spreading across his face. "But we're not just looking to play; we want to rock the joint!"

"And to light up that stage, we need some badass posters, flyers, and all that jazz, something that draws  a lot of people in" Vince chimed in, his voice hyped.

Katie soaked up their vibe, a glint of excitement dancing in her eyes.

"Consider it done" she declared, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"But first could guys maybe show some of your music for me? Just to get a better image of Mötley Crüe.”

The band exchanged looks, a smirk playing on their lips.

"We'll crank up the amps and give you a taste," Tommy promised, a grin spreading across his face.

"You just got a backstage pass to our sonic circus," Nikki added, a playful twinkle in his eye.

"Why don't we invite you to my place? We've got a rehearsal space set up there, so you can experience what we're all about."

Katie's eyes gleamed with excitement.

"That sounds perfect," she exclaimed, a radiant smile gracing her lips.

"Then it's settled," Mick declared with a decisive nod. "We'll make our way to Nikki's place once we're done here."

With the first part of their plan solidified, the band and Katie lingered over their drinks, their conversation flowing with easy.

As the time drew near for Katie's next appointment, the group decided to escort her back to work. Upon the arrival, Katie vanished into the studio to finish her job for the day.

As the band settled into the reception hall, time seemed to stretch out before them, each minute feeling like an eternity as they waited with for Katie's return.

At long last, the door creaked open, and Katie emerged with a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"Sorry for the wait, guys," Katie apologized, her voice carrying a note of excitement as she joined the band.

"I'm ready to roll now."

With a renewed sense of anticipation, Katie and the band made their way to Nikki's car, the excitement practically crackling in the air around them. As they headed to the Sunset Strip, Katie couldn't suppress the thrill bubbling within her, eager to delve deeper into the realm of rock 'n' roll.

Arriving at Nikki's apartment building, Katie was greeted by a surge of excitement at the thought finally getting to know the band wich her brother was part of.

As Mötley Crüe and Katie entered Nikki's flat, they were greeted by a space that perfectly encapsulated the rock 'n' roll lifestyle. Posters of iconi musicans adorned the walls, while instruments were scattered haphazardly around the room. Amplifiers hummed softly in the background, hinting at the music that was created within these walls.

The furniture was a mix of vintage pieces and modern comforts, giving the space a lived-in yet stylish vibe. A plush couch sat against one wall, its cushions worn from years of use, while a sleek bar area beckoned from the corner, stocked with an impressive array of spirits.

Nikki led the group into the room with a grin, gesturing for them to make themselves at home. "Welcome to my humble abode, where the magic happens" he said, a twinkle in his eye turning to Katie

"Make yourself comfortable."

As Katie and the rest of the band settled in, Nikki made his way to the fridge, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Alright, folks, what'll it be?" he called out, opening the fridge door to reveal an assortment of beverages.

"Beer, wine, whiskey? You name it, I've got it."

The band members exchanged glances, a collective smirk crossing their faces.

"Surprise us, Nikki," Vince replied, a playful edge to his voice.

Nikki chuckled as he retrieved a selection of drinks from the fridge, passing them out to the group with a flourish. As the band settled in with their drinks, Nikki turned to Katie with a grin.

"Are you ready for your private show, Katie?" he asked, his eyes alight with anticipation.

Katie's face broke into a wide smile.

"Absolutely," she replied, excitement coursing through her veins as she leand back comfortably in the couch, drink in hand. With a casual ease, she propped her legs up on the coffee table, fixing her gaze on the band with eager anticipation.

With that the band took their place on the stage, wich was the other side of Nikki’s living room, and launched into their first song. The music was filling the room with its raw energy. Katie's eyes danced with delight as she listened, completely captivated by the electrifying performance unfolding before her.

Song after song, Mötley Crüe poured their hearts and souls into their music, each note resonating with passion and intensity. Katie couldn't help but be swept away by the sheer talent and charisma of the band, her appreciation for their music growing with each passing moment.

As the final chords faded into silence, Tommy and Nikki took their seats on either side of Katie, their faces flushed with exhilaration. Vince and Mick settled into the armchairs surrounding the coffee table, their expressions mirroring the sense of accomplishment that filled the room.

"So, Katie, what did you think?" Nikki asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Katie's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she took a sip of her drink, considering her response.

"I loved it," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

"Each song had its own unique energy"

With the mood buoyed by Katie's praise, she launched into her ideas for the flyers and posters, drawing inspiration from the music she had just heard.

The band members listened intently, nodding in agreement as Katie outlined her vision for the promotional materials.

"I love it," Vince exclaimed, his eyes shining with enthusiasm.

"It sounds like you really understand our vibe and what we're all about."

Katie smiled, feeling a surge of pride at the band's reaction.

 "I'm glad you think so," she replied.

"I can't wait to get started and see what we can create together."

As the excitement of their collaboration filled the room, Katie and the band members of Mötley Crüe quickly settled on a date for the photoshoot.

"How about Saturday, two days from now?" Katie suggested, her eyes alight with enthusiasm.

The band members exchanged eager nods, they couldn’t wait to see Katie's vision come to life. "Sounds good to us," Nikki replied, a grin spreading across his face.

"We'll make sure we're ready to rock and roll."

With the date set and plans in motion, the group toasted to their upcoming photoshoot, excitement buzzing in the air. As they continued to chat and laugh late into the evening, Katie couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the creative journey that lay ahead.

As the evening wore on and the excitement of their collaboration began to wind down, the band members of Mötley Crüe started to make their exit.

Vince, with a mischievous glint in his eye, rose from his seat, his voice laced with playful banter.

"Alright folks, see you on Saturday. I'm off to see my girl" he declared, his announcement met with teasing cheers from the rest of the group.

Shortly there after, Mick followed suit, offering a nod of farewell before vanishing into the nocturnal embrace of the city.

Tommy glanced at his watch, realizing it was time to pick up his new flame.

"I better get going, my date is waiting" he said, flashing a grin at the others.

"New girl?” Katie asked quirosly.

"We will see” he answered with a huge smile still plaster on his face

"But before I head out, Nikki, do you mind taking Katie home?"

 "I'd be happy to make sure she gets home safely." Nikki nodded in agreement, a warm smile on his face.

Katie smiled gratefully

"Thank you, Nikki," she said

"I appreciate it."

With goodbyes exchanged Tommy dissapiered and soon after Nikki and Katie made their way down from the flat to Nikki's car, the cool night air greating them as they stepped out side. They exchanged casual banter as they walked, their laughter echoing off the surrounding buildings.

 "So, Nikki, where did you and my brother crossed paths?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Nikki's gaze drifted to the road ahead, a nostalgic smile gracing his lips as he recounted the story.

"Well, it was after I had a falling out with my former band's singer and decided to quit London," he began, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

"I was feeling pretty lost and unsure of what to do next."

He paused for a moment, lost in thought, before continuing.

"I found myself sitting in a diner, flipping through the ads of musicians looking to join a band," he explained.

"That's when Tommy walked up to me out of the blue."

A smile tugged at the corners of Nikki's lips as he recalled the memory.

"He was this cocky guy with wild hair and an even wilder personality," he said.

 "I remember him saying he had my poster on his bedroom wall” he laughed and Katie started giggeling next to him.

"And then he just seated himself infront of me and started twireling his drum sticks and as they say the rest is histroy”

Katie glanced over at Nikki, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"It's amazing how things just seem to fall into place sometimes," she remarked, her voice filled with admiration.

"It's like the universe has a way of bringing people together when they need it."

Nikki nodded in agreement, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Yeah, it's funny how life works out like that," he replied, his voice tinged with reflection. "Sometimes the most unexpected encounters can change the course of your life in ways you never imagined."

They fell into a comfortable rhythm of conversation, sharing stories and laughter as they made their way through the city streets. Before they knew it, they had arrived at Katie's apartment building, the glow of the streetlights casting a warm halo around them.

As Nikki pulled up to the curb, he turned to Katie with a smile.

"Well, here we are," he said, his tone lighthearted.

"Thanks for the company, Katie. I had a great time tonight."

Katie returned his smile, a sense of warmth and gratitude filling her chest.

"Thank you for the ride, Nikki," she replied, her voice sincere.

With a final wave goodbye, Katie stepped out of the car and watched as Nikki drove off into the night. As she made her way up to her apartment, a sense of contentment washed over her, grateful for the unexpected connection she had formed with Nikki and the band.

[littlecrow-rogue]

Hi there!!

Latley I have been listening to a lot of Mötley Crüe again and I rewatched their movie The dirt on Netflix as well.

And since I am latley bored I tought I would write a fanfiction.

Back in high school I wrote a bunch of fics based on who I was fixated atm and i kinda miss those times and I would love to get back my creativy sparks and go back to writeing cause I have a few storys just waiting in forgotten pendrives to be finnished (and probably be rewritten cause they all been writen a long time ago)

Would anyone be interested in a Nikki Sixx x OC story?

Since I am new to tumblr I hope this post finds my fellow 80’s rockstar obsessed girlypops.

XoX - V

[littlecrow-rogue]

I don’t know waht to post yet, but i write a little introduction incase someone finds my page.

So Hi there stranger!

I mostly came here to read some fanfiction but I might share some stuff i write.

Altough i didn’t wrote for a few years now I still have some ideas and scraps burried away in my computer. So who knows I might get back to them.

English is my second language so please dont judge me too harshly if i write something weird I will try my best 😁

I love everything that is fantasy and i am all for slow burns and enemies to lovers stories so if you have some recommendations please don’t hesitate to tell me.

That’s all for now.

XoX - V