Hey friends! I hope everyone is doing well during this crazy time. I thought I’d pop in with a Nikki Sixx fic! I hope y’all love it. Stay safe and have a great day!
TW: Language, Mentions of drugs/drug use, Mention of death
Her fingers toyed with one another, hands settled in her lap. It had been months since she had seen Nikki, six to be exact. He was busy on the ‘Girls, Girls, Girls’ tour with his friends, but she would receive a call each night from her raven haired lover. Same time on the dot each evening and it was the most relieving thing to her. (Y/N)’s nerves got the best of her, knowing that Nikki was due home any moment and she’d finally be able to see him again. What she didn’t know was that Nikki would come in, fiending for his new flavor of choice: heroin.
Hearing the door unlock, the girl jumped up from her spot at the kitchen table, a grin sprawling from edge to edge on her lips. She rounded the corner, eyes narrowing on a completely drunk and partially high Nikki, heart dropping into her stomach. (Y/N) swallowed thickly, trying her hardest not to allow the grin to falter as she stood there, watching him place his bags down, digging something from the side pocket before starting up the stairs.
“Baby?” her voice asked softly as she watched him continue up the stairs, following behind him, “Nikki!”
Only when she raised her voice, he spun around, looking at her with a smile, “Give me like ten minutes okay? Then you have my full and undivided attention.” His words slurred, eyes heavily hooded and blown with a craving as he gripped the baggie in his hand.
“What the fuck is that Nikki? Zombie dust?” (Y/N) reached for the bag, only to have Nikki yank his hand back, “You know how I feel about that stuff. Especially when you’re home from tour.”
Something flickered in Nikki’s eyes, his whole attitude and demeanor changing, obviously annoyed that he wasn’t getting his fix right away like planned, “For fucks sake (Y/N). All you do is bitch and complain at me for doing what I want. Do you ever stop? Or is that the first thing you think about as soon as I walk through that front door?”
Fighting back tears, (Y/N) murmured a soft, “Nikki you don’t mean any of that..”
“Oh, but I do, (Y/N). It’s a constant fucking battle. Don’t you realize that this is the only shit that makes me happy and your constant bitching takes away from that?” He paused for a moment, continuing to the bedroom door, “So just fuck off and mind your business. I just got home and you’re already on my shit.”
“Nikki..please.” her voice cracked as she reached for him, her arm being smacked away by the fiending rockstar.
“Please what?!” Nikki shouted at the girl, throwing his arms up in frustration as he towered over her, “Just go away. I don’t have time for this right now.”
Flinching at his aggression, (Y/N) backed off, heading down the stairs, yanking her car keys from the hook. Slamming the door behind her, she didn’t care at that moment, all she wanted was to get away. Not only had Nikki upset her, but he’d genuinely scared her. Finding herself at Vince’s home, she got out and headed up to the door, knocking a few times, wiping the tears from her face. The sun had just fallen below the horizon at that point, the first stars starting to shine in the darkening sky.
(Y/N) looked up from her shoes upon hearing the door open, a soft sniffle falling from her as her watering eyes met Vince’s. She didn’t need to say anything for the blonde to realize what had happened, so they both opted out for a hug in exchange for words at that moment. Her hands clung to the fabric of his shirt, body shaking from the sobs that silently ripped through her. Vince gently tugged her frame inside, closing the door behind the two.
“Hey...Hey it’s gonna be okay. Everything will be alright. He just needs time alone to realize what he’s done. He’ll be here any minute.” Vince spoke calmly, wiping her tears away with the pads of his thumbs, “C’mon. Let’s go sit down on the couch and take a breath.”
(Y/N) nodded and followed after the singer, taking in a few shaky deep breaths as she took a seat on the couch, Vince occupying the spot next to her. She watched as he flipped the tv on, her body settling back into the couch. Shaking her head slightly, she wiped the tears from her eyes once again, glancing over at her closest friend.
“Skylar’s upstairs sleeping. I’m sure she’d be excited if she knew Auntie (Y/N) was here.” Vince smiled, trying to cheer (Y/N) up.
“I missed my lil bug. Sharise brought her over a few times while you guys were gone.” a smile peaked on (Y/N)’s lips at the mention of the sweet child.
The sound of an alert on the tv rang through the room as words fanned across the screen, (Y/N)’s heart falling to a stop.
“It’s a sad night for rock and roll. We’ve just received unconfirmed reports that Motley Crue bassist, Nikki Sixx, has died in Hollywood this evening of an apparent drug overdose.”
A cry of pain fell from the girl’s lips as she scrambled to the tv, hand resting on the screen as footage of Nikki played. Her pained sobs drowned out Vince’s panicked breaths and words, eyes falling shut as the news station went to commercial. (Y/N)’s hands fell from the screen, gripping her jean clad thighs as she simply sat there, unable to move.
“Daddy? Auntie (Y/N)? Are you okay?” the little blonde girl asked, gripping her stuffed rabbit to her chest.
“Yeah baby. We’re fine.” Vince bent down, gently hugging the girl, “Let’s get you back to bed.”
The small girl nodded, making her way over to (Y/N), placing the stuffed rabbit in her hands, “Tell Uncle Nikki that I said hi.”
Tears dribbled down (Y/N)’s cheeks as she nodded at the innocent little one, clinging to the stuffed toy in her hands, “Of course baby. I sure will.”
With that, Vince led Skylar to her bedroom, rejoining (Y/N) in the living room. He stood there, watching the girl weep on the floor at her loss. He hadn’t noticed, but tears had begun to pour down his cheeks, quickly moving to scoop (Y/N) up in his arms, holding her tightly to his chest. The blonde rocked the two back and forth, their sobs mixing in an aching synchronization.
“Vin, I have to go home. I have to go now.” She cried, shakily pulling from him, heading towards the door.
Ignoring his pleads and begs for her not to leave, he knew she was going to distance herself and fall apart even more, she closed the door behind her. Her fingers curled around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as she sped down the road. One hand came to wipe the tears from her face, sniffles and sobs drowning out the music coming from the radio. She pulled into the driveway, stumbling up to the door, pausing when she saw a light on through the window.
Nikki never left lights on in the house, not even when he was strung out. Reaching for her house key, (Y/N) stopped, noting how the door was already unlocked. She crept inside, closing the door behind her as she made her way up the stairs, fingers tracing along the railing. The house was eerily quiet, something that it never was. She came to a stop on the last step, pushing the hair back off her shoulders that stuck to her neck and cheeks from tears.
Standing in the doorway to the bedroom, Nikki turned around, obviously worn out and in pain. Her hands shook as their eyes met, almost tripping over her own feet as she raced into his arms, burying her face in his chest as she clung to him. The feeling of his arms squeezing around her, pulling her closer was as she needed to trust that he was really there.
“Nikki…” (Y/N)’s voice cracked, “I thought you died.”
Resting his chin on the top of her head, the raven haired man closed his eyes, allowing a few tears to slide down his cheeks, “I couldn’t leave you here alone. Not after everything we’ve been through together. I couldn’t leave you. I’m sorry for what I said and how I treated you. I have to get clean, (Y/N), and I can’t do it without you. I need you. I love you.”
“And I love you too, Nikki Sixx. I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here by your side for the long run. You couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried.” A small smile spread across her lips as her hands came to rest on his cheeks, thumbs brushing away a few of his tears, “It’s gonna be okay. We’ll get through it. We always have.”
With that, Nikki leaned down and connected their lips, fingers tangling in his lover’s hair. A feeling that comforted him, the feeling of her. He had never met someone quite like (Y/N). Someone who healed and filled his aching soul.
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