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axl rose - guns n roses

INNOCENT LOVE Ⓕ

Plot: Plain innocent love  Request:  Hi! I was wondering if I could ask for a reader x Axl fic? Something really fluffy where the two are practically dating (like holding hands, cheek/forehead kisses, reader sitting in Axl’s lap, etc.) but they won’t admit their feelings for some reason. I don’t know if that makes sense? It’s fine if you don’t wanna ❣️ A/N: --

You were sitting on his lap, resting your back against the armrest of the old couch that sat on the dusty Guns n Roses rehearsal room. You and Ax were minding your own business, as everyone else in the room did too, he was playing with your hands, holding it against his and comparing the size of it with his, all while you were telling him about some random story, causing him to laugh with you every now and then. 

The guys had gotten used to you swinging by during rehearsals every now and then, Axl was totally wiped by you, you had him wrapped around your finger, so they guys took advantage of that every now and then, using you as a some sort of middle man to get to the singers head for him to do something or agree with something they said. 

You were also nice to them, they liked you. You brought them food when they rehearsed until late, you listened and laughed at their crappy jokes, helped them out when they were hungover. You were an angel, beautiful, caring and sincere, and Axl didn’t waste too much time before he made a move on you. 

You weren’t official yet, you had gone out a few times, and you were super close with the other, the trust and bond you shared was uncomparable. You knew that he wasn’t seeing anybody else, and you weren’t either, there was an unspoken agreement of exclusivity, and although the boys always referred to you and Axl’s girlfriend, technically you weren’t it yet. 

“Anyone down to get something to eat?”

Izzy spoke out, catching everyone's attention, and you nodded his way like everyone else did. The boys started to gather their stuff and talk about where they were going, already planning to go to a party after. 

So tried to do the same, getting up from his lap only to be met with a pouting Ax, his shiny eyes looking at you and then his lap, silently asking you to sit back on your lap, so you did. 

“What’s wrong?” you offered a small smile and caressed his cheek, moving his hair from his face as you spoke. 

“I was kinda hoping we get to have dinner tonight” he spoke back, gently pulling your face closer to his, giving you a kiss. 

You pulled back just enough to speak softly, “like a date?”, and then leaned back, not getting enough of his lips. 

He hummed and pulled back, “You want to?”, to which you nodded your head. He smiled and kissed your forehead before taking your hand in his and standing from the couch, announcing that the two of you were having dinner together instead of going with the guys, and that maybe you’d be meeting them to party later tonight. 

Nobody had much to say, except their goodbye’s and see you later’s. His hands moved to you waist as you both left the building side by side. 

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can I request some David Bowie fluff? I don’t know if you write for him but... yeah

Hi hun!! I do write for him! Just make sure to send me the plot!!

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Hi, I saw that you write for the Sex Pistols!!! 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻If you’re still taking requests could I please request something for them??? I just need some Sex Pistols content in my life!!! 😪😪😪 Thank you so much!!!! 😄😄😄

PS: The Keith Richards fic is soo good!!! *chefs kisses* Can’t wait for part 3!!!

Hi love! Thank u so much for the support!! If you're still down for the sex Pistols request come for it!! Just let me know with who and the plot

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keith richards - oneshot

TOXIC PART 3  Ⓐ  Ⓕ

Plot: Her and Keith are still together although the relationship has been over for quite sometime.

Request: Is there a chance you’d make a continuation of Keefs fic? I can’t believe how good it is and that I’m asking you to this again but I can’t get enough of your writing! You’re seriously my favourite writer on tumblr. I’m so happy I’ve found your blog. I’ll ask again but nicer this time. Will you, when you have time and want to of course, write continuation of Keith’s shot? Thank you in advance, for whatever your decision will be. I know I’ll stay here for a long time. Best wishes beautiful dove 🤍

A/N: I’m back ya’ll!

That night Keith felt like his world had been flipped upside down, he had no idea what was going to happen later at dinner, he didn’t even know what had happened earlier in the day with you, but he didn’t regret a single thing, he whole mood had been shifted and it was noticeable, he had a sudden glow. 

He felt nervous, and excited, and anxious; he desperately wanted to fix his relationship with you, the toxicity had to be over, and he was determined to put an end to it, and that could either mean you and him were in it for the long run again, or you and him parted ways, and he was hoping you and him fixed your issues and stayed together. 

In your head, everything was spinning. And like Keith, you were feeling all of the emotions, you were ready to address the elephant in the room, come clean about your lovers and emotions, your thoughts, your concerns, you were ready to set everything straight, hoping he would do the same thing, come clean and let you into his world, his head; and from there fix the bond that had been broken and betrayed, or officially end it, part your ways and do your own thing separately. 

The Stones weren’t playing a show that night, they had some press around town, some appearances to make during the day; so the night was clear for both of you to take as much time you needed to talk everything out. 

And so you after changing a thousand times, doing your hair a million different ways, you left the hotel room, Keith had called you during the day to let you know about the reservation he had made, the address of the restaurant and the time, so that’s exactly where you went. 

Keith was waiting for you to show up, his nervousness and anxiety convinced him to show up almost twenty minutes before hand, his hands were sweaty, he kept on ordering water, looking through the windows, the doors, just hoping to see you pass by or walk in, wanting to read you face to try and mentally prepare for what could happen. 

When he saw you walk in he could see a glow around you, you were beautiful, he couldn’t help but stare, and in your face he could tell that just like him, you were reading trying to read him, trying to see what he looked like to try and prepare. 

“Hi, how are you? How was today?”

You were the first to speak, and you did as you sat down, settling down and putting your purse away, giving him a small smile. 

“Hey, I’m good, today was good, everything went by very quickly. How are you?”

He smiled back at you, he could feel the energy between you and him had changed. Before every time you and him were in the same room he felt like the air had been cut short, like there was some pressure on his chest filled with many different emotions; and for the first time in what felt like ages, there was no pressure, no heaviness, even the nervousness he felt was gone. 

And it was the same thing for you, you and Keith were on the same page, finally. You were ready to talk it out, and what was unbelievable for you, was the fact that it all seemed so peaceful. 

So after some small talk, and ordering you food, Keith spoke first. 

“So, I’m aware I’ve fucked up multiple times, we both have, it’s been almost a year since you and I haven’t been the same with each other, and I will take the initial blame. I was under a lot of pressure, and although it’s not an excuse, that’s not what I’m trying to do, justify myself or my actions, I just didn’t know how to take it, and it was pressure from the band, from managers, producers, and instead of letting you in I pushed and pushed, and turned you into this ghost in my life, someone I didn’t want to let go off, and I just want to set everything out there, because I haven’t been my best self, I have been disloyal, and I have been rude and just not good towards you, and I am sorry, but if you are willing to, I want to fix everything, learn from all of our mistakes and really make this work” 

You didn’t expect him to say all that, you hadn’t heard him be this type of honest in a while now. He never denied cheating, he never tried to hide it, and you never tried either, there was just no point in hiding something everyone knew. The scene was just too close and gossip flew by, you knew Keith was fucking groupies before he even came, and Keith knew you were fucking his rockstar friends before you even made it to the taxi on the way to theit hotel or house. 

¨I think we both fucked up, is not a you did this first of I did type of situation. We knew what the other was doing and just continued to hurt each other more and more by not ending our relationship first. Being completely honest, I’m not sure what I want anymore, ever since you asked me when I stopped loving you I’ve been thinking about it, because I don’t know if I stopped loving you.” 

Your chest was tight and your eyes were glued to the table as you spoke, expressing how you felt to Keith turned out to be harder than you thought. On the other hand, he took a deep breath, he didn’t know what that meant exactly, but his heart felt like someone was holding it and crushing it. He was sure that this was it for the two of you, that he would have to go back home and be met with none of your belongings in your shared house. 

Instead you continued talking, “I do want to figure it out though, I don’t want to just end it with you and then regret it later on, not knowing what would’ve happened if we didn’t try to fix us. I’m willing to give it a try, let’s start over, forget about how we fucked up before. Let’s get to know each other again” 

He smiled and his eyes watered, he was so emotional lately, and so were you. He reached out to take your hands in his through the table, smiling at you. 

“Just the two of us” he said. 

“Just the two of us” you said. 

And just then, your food arrived, making you pull your hands from his. Relieved washed all over him, and butterflies grew in your stomach, you were anxious for the future, but in a good way, maybe there was sunshine after the storm.

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Is there a chance you’d make a continuation of Keefs fic? I can’t believe how good it is and that I’m asking you to this again but I can’t get enough of your writing! You’re seriously my favourite writer on tumblr. I’m so happy I’ve found your blog. I’ll ask again but nicer this time. Will you, when you have time and want to of course, write continuation of Keith’s shot? Thank you in advance, for whatever your decision will be. I know I’ll stay here for a long time. Best wishes beautiful dove 🤍

Heyaa, I've been gone for way too long, and I'm coming back with a new update!!💕💕 Thank u for the support hun

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Hello, this is the first Keith Richards Anon. I just wanted to say I loved the fic!!! The second part was amazing! Thank you so much! Have a wonderful day! :)

Hey hun!! Thank u so much!! I love all the feedback. The third part is on its way too😙

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arranged - vikings

ARRANGED PART 5.2

Plot: Her hand has been promised to one of the Ragnarssons since she was born, but who will she choose?

“Hey, I don’t think we’ve met yet, I’m Ubbe”

You were taken by surprise by Ubbe, you didn’t even see him when you sat down, and he was right beside your chair; unlike him who had seen you as soon as you walked in, giving Bjorn a look after seeing him approach you, smiling once he saw his older brother point you towards him. 

You stared at him with a sly smile, your eyes and his were locked in what seemed like a trance, he also had a small smile drawn on his lips, and he licked his lips right before he spoke again. 

“Your name is Y/N right?” 

“Oh, yes! yeah, yeah I’m Y/N, I’m sorry, I think I’m a little tipsy” 

Once he spoke you were brought back to reality, realizing you had ignored his first attempt to make conversation with him. 

“That’s alright, I’m also a little tipsy” 

You giggled and he chuckled back, taking a sip from his ale, “Should we drink some more?” he suggested, noticing that your cup was almost empty.

“Yes, we should most definitely drink some more ale” 

And so he poured some more liquid in both cups, enjoying how laid back the vibe with you was. 

“So Ubbe, how are you? How was training?” 

You sipped on your drink before speaking, letting the alcohol loosen you up a little, wanting to take a more laid back approach to the whole situation now that you were in the middle of it again. 

“I’m better now, and training was good, how did you know about it?” 

He already knew how you knew about the training, he had to listen to Sigurd whine about how Hvitserk had interrupted your chat, and he also had to tolerate Hvitserk make faces every time Hvitserk had something to say about you. 

Ubbe had his concerns about the whole arrangement situations, it was like his parents were all setting them up for a war in between all his brothers, he could see that his brothers were all interested in you, Bjorn had told everybody that he was very interested in you, Hvitserk would make faces whenever someone would show any interest in you, Sigurd could not shut up about you, and although Ivar hadn’t said anything or approached you yet, but he always noticed how his ears perked up when his siblings spoke about you.

“I heard about it earlier, I was hanging out with, uh Sigurd and Hvitserk called him over” 

Your cheeks turned red as you spoke, suddenly turning a little shy when you spoke about his brothers; it was a little weird you couldn’t deny it, you were technically dating all of the Ragnarssons at the same time, and although everybody was aware of it, you couldn’t help but to be a little embarrassed about it. 

“Oh yeah, I heard all about that when we were training. You don’t have to be shy about it, you’re good. I get it’s a weird situation we are all in” 

He took a sip from his ale after he spoke, hoping to break the wall you had suddenly built around yourself. 

“You’re right, it’s all weird but it’s an interesting situation too if you think about it, some girls would kill to be in my place don’t you think? I get to pick one of the 5 Ragnarssons”

The laid back vibe was back, and you were now resting your head on the palm of your head, staring at him as you spoke, 

“I’m glad you’re having fun” 

He was staring back at you, with a flirty smile. 

Hours later, you and Ubbe were wasted. Laughing and talking about everything and nothing. After that small talk about the whole arranged marriage, things went pretty smooth, instead of digging and talking about what the other wanted in a relationship, or what he could or could not offer, or what a life together would look like. 

Instead, you and him focused on having a good conversation, on telling stories and getting to know the other, and it was going great, you were having the time of your life. 

You couldn’t help but think and fantasize about a life with Ubbe, if good times and good vibes was something he had to offer you were more than willing to spend your time with him, not to mention the fact that he was handsome too, it was a great combination.

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arranged - vikings

ARRANGED PART 5.1

Plot: Her hand has been promised to one of the Ragnarssons since she was born, but who will she choose?

The day went by rather quickly once you and Sigurd parted ways; you knew that all the Ragnarsons were out training, so there was no use in trying to find another of the boys, so you went straight to the house your family was staying in. 

Once you walked inside, you were greeted by your older brothers, they didn’t know how to fully react to the situation, two of your eldest brothers were married off in an arrangement too, so they knew what you were going through, while your other three brothers could only look at you with a curious face, since they had no idea what your next move was going to be. 

“I will go through with it” 

You spoke loud enough for all your siblings to hear. 

“If I don’t it’s going to ruin relationships, plus I get to choose, if I don’t like either of the boys I’ll marry out of interest and gain power, it’s just a matter of how much power, plus there is always the possibility in dying during the raid if that’s what the gods have in store for me” 

You sat down by the table where some of your siblings were seated as you spoke, turning your head to make sure and look at their reactions, some just nodded, continuing their own activities. 

You weren’t particularly close with all of them, but your relationships were all good, you all got along. The only brother you held a close relationship was Torstein, he was the closest to your age, and although he wasn’t protective over you he was always worried about you and your decisions. 

You always seeked glory and recognition, not by other people, but by your own means, and your own means were always somewhat dangerous and risky, some of them he would join, but others he would only hear from you or other people. 

He also knew you were quick to make decisions and not really see the bigger picture, you were smart, but sometimes, on purpose, you’d decide to only see the good in every situation, determined to not let anything intervene with your happiness and freedom. 

And he knew this was what you were doing, you had decided to go through with the arrangement although deep down it wasn’t what you wanted, and you were on the lookout to scan all of the Ragnarsons, see the good and the bad, what they had to offer, see who would tie you and rob you from your freedom and who would spread their wings with you and fly out on whatever irrational adventure you were feeling up for. 

“The chances of you dying during the raid are slim to none, so make sure to pick the better man and not only rely on death if it doesn’t turn the way you might hope it all turns out to be” 

The way Torstein spoke made you take a deep breath, you weren’t sure if he was being supportive, if he was giving you advice or if he was pissed you were going through with it, so just nodded his way, whatever he meant, you weren’t going to feed into the conversation. 

Hours later you walked inside the throne room, where the large tables were placed again for the feast, more vikings had arrived in Kattegat since the night before, music was playing but the loud chattering of the people made it hard to hear.

Once inside you walked and eyed the tables from afar, trying to find a spot to chill for some time, drink some ale and get drunk, to get the arrangement out of your head for a little while. 

“Hello princess” 

Bjorn had seen you walk in as soon as you passed the main doors; all the brothers had seen you actually, but he was the first to approach; he snuck from behind you and spoke right in your ear, making you jump and turn your head to face him once you realised it was him. 

¨Hello prince¨

You had playfully rolled your eyes before you spoke, a flirty smile drawn on your lips. Your eyes scanned him quickly, noticing that both his hands had cups filled with ale. 

¨This is for you, it’s pretty strong” 

He handed one of the cups to you, and before bringing it to your lips you spoke, “Thanks for the heads up, but I can take strong” 

He reacted at your play with words, whistling before drinking from his cup, a smirk drawn on his face, “I didn’t expect anything less from you” 

From afar, Bjorn's brothers watched, some with jealousy others with annoyance; they all felt a little threatened by their eldest brother, he was the first heir to the throne, and he was also Bjorn Ironside for the gods. All except Ivar of course, he didn’t really feel threatened by power, since it was something he always wanted to achieve, and something he knew he would get sooner or later, the only thing he cared about was, would you be a good match to help him take over? 

So instead of approaching, he had decided to wait out for his siblings to approach you first, hear what the people of Kattegat had to say about you, whatever his siblings had to say about you, see how you acted, and then approach to let you know if he was in the game or not. 

And so far, he had heard Hvitserk talk little about you, he was trying to act casual about it, not gush over you and your looks, but still he spoke about your character and how your first meeting went, and the spark in his eyes was well pronounced every time he heard one of his brothers talk about you, or see you walk in. 

Bjorn hadn’t spoken much about you either, just enough to let everybody know that he was interested in you, he had made more advances in comparison with his other siblings, and he made sure to let them know that, trying to establish some sort of dominance over the situation. 

Meanwhile Sigurd was gushing all over, complaining about how Hvitserk had interrupted them while they were speaking, having a serious but somewhat playful conversation, non stop talking about you every time someone mentioned you; in Ivars eyes he was being a kid about it, despite being younger than him. 

He was waiting for Ubbe to approach you and then talk about you before he decided to finally make a move. Ivar wasn’t blind, he wanted to approach you from the first time he saw you, but he needed to be sure that aside from your looks, you would fit into his later plans too. 

Bjorn noticed that one of his younger brothers had given him a look, indicating that he wanted to speak to you, so rolling his eyes with annoyance, he turned to you. 

“It seems like I have some things to attend at the moment, please excuse me princess” 

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll do fine without you” 

You teased him, he gave you a funny look in return. 

“Before I leave, there’s a spot you can seat in over there, enjoy the night” 

He had leaned his body towards yours, mimicking your height and pointing at the empty spot on the other side of the room, you nodded letting him know that you had seen it, and with one last smile he left, and you made your way towards the seat. 

You could feel the slight effect of the alcohol already, Bjorn wasn’t lying when he said it was strong, and although you weren’t drunk, you could feel all the blood turning your cheeks a light shade of red. 

Once seated, an involuntary sigh left your lips, you scanned the room quickly and spotted your family scattered all around, drinking and laughing, some with girls, some surrounded by friends, everyone was having a good time. 

“Hey, I don’t think we’ve met yet, I’m Ubbe”

>>Part 5.2<<

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i adore your writings for keith <3 you are such a talented writer !

thank yyou so muchhh!! <3 

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Holy shit is there a chance you could and would make a part two of that Keith shot? It’s so incredible I actually felt my chest sink. I’m not the Anon who requests the story in the first place but my love, that’s a one beautifully sad story...

✔️  Absolutley! It’s been posted! Thanks for the idea!

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keith richards - oneshot

TOXIC PART 2  Ⓐ  Ⓕ

Plot: Her and Keith are still together although the relationship has been over for quite sometime.

Request: Holy shit is there a chance you could and would make a part two of that Keith shot? It’s so incredible I actually felt my chest sink. I’m not the Anon who requests the story in the first place but my love, that’s a one beautifully sad story...

A/N: You didn’t have to ask me twice!!

A few days had gone by since you and Keith last spoke, you’d barely make it to whatever hotel room the stones were staying at, coming in early in the mornings to sleep next to him for a couple hours before he had to wake up and leave for press or band meetings. 

Although you spent good times with Robert, you never managed to sleep all too well, you were so used to falling asleep next to Keith, that it seemed almost impossible to feel rested if you didn’t sleep next to him. 

So you snuck slowly into bed next to him, he was giving you the back, so you did the same, careful to not disturb him, you remembered the first time you realized you couldn’t sleep well without him. 

The stones were just starting out and they had gone to a month long tour through England, leaving you to sleep alone, and those were the worst night sleep you’ve had in a while, you woke up with a stiff neck and sore body, you kept on waking up cause one of your hands was dead asleep, or because you got too cold, it was just the worst. And although neither of you cuddled the other anymore, just his presence put your body and soul at ease. 

What you failed to notice, was that Keith had been awake, in fact, he hadn’t slept at all just waiting for you; just like you, he had the hardest time falling asleep when you weren’t around, it didn’t matter how much he tried to replace your presence with groupies, letting them spend the night, it was never the same, they were all too fascinated by the rockstar lifestyle, they sugarcoated him, agreed with everything he said, trying to make him like them to maybe stick around with him a little longer, but it just made him push them away quicker. 

He sighed in relief once you tucked yourself in bed, your body naked, like his, under the sheets. You smelled like cigarettes, sex and cologne, and he couldn’t help but wonder if you had a good time with Robert, he couldn’t help but feel jealous over the fact that you were spending your time with someone else, someone you liked since you kept coming back to him everytime.

He didn’t say anything, he switched sides, staring at your bare back, the blankets were up to your waist and your hair was in a messy bun; he hesitated before moving his hand towards your waist, he felt you stiffen under his touch, but still, he continued to move his body towards yours, pulling you closer to him by your waist as he settled with resting his face on the crook of your neck, spooning you. 

He smelled you, and he recognized that under the sex, cigs and his scent, your scent laid, bringing back the memory of the first time you guys had slept together, you smelled the same, except it was his cologne mixed with yours that time and not someone elses. 

He nuzzled his nose with your neck, holding you as his chest grew tight with pain, his eyes watering at the thought of losing you, at the memory of better times, and your reaction when he first touched you a few minutes ago. 

Your heart was pounding in your chest, you laid with your eyes open as you tried to slow your breathing down, what was he doing? You didn’t bother to ask him though, you missed his touch, you didn’t want to ruin it, maybe he was just asleep. So you relaxed under his touch, enjoying his warmth. 

You heard him sniffle behind you, and that’s when you knew something was wrong, he wasn’t asleep. So you turned around to face him, staring at his watery eyes with furrowed brows. His hand wandered through your body until it reached your face, caressing your cheek, letting the tight knot on his throat to finally unwind, letting the tears flow from his eyes.

Your chest ached at the scene that had unfolded before your eyes, pulling him in for a hug, letting his head rest on your chest as tears flowed down your cheeks like his. 

“I’m so sorry love, so, so sorry”

He was crying on your chest. 

“I’m sorry too Keef, please forgive me” 

And you were crying too. 

No more words were exchanged that morning, there was so much to say, so much catching up to do, yet it was an unspoken agreement that in that moment, all you wanted to do was enjoy each other's warmth, falling asleep as you did. 

Hours later, he made sure to lightly wake you up when he was ready to go, since he had press to get done and couldn’t afford to be late or miss it, he skimmed your hair out of your face as he called your name softly, you hummed in response. 

“Darling I’ve got to go now, but I was hoping maybe you’d want to catch dinner and talk tonight” 

His words were shy, he was nervous; but once your eyes fluttered open a small smile drawn on your lips, and your head slowly nodded, his stomach erupted with what could only be described as butterflies. 

“I’ll come looking for you then” 

His words were no longer shy, a smile on his lips mirroring yours. He kissed your forehead before he left, your eyes followed his body as he walked out the door, closing the door softly behind him, and once alone, you gushed over what had happened just moments ago, a wide smile, butterflies on your stomach interfering with your sleep.

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Hi!! Is it alright if I ask for an Axl Rose imagine? Maybe something like going to one of the concerts and you make eye contact with him on stage? I feel like that would be a cute scenario (: thank you!

It's more than alright love! Hope it was what u wanted!!

✔️ Thanks for the request!!

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axl rose - guns n roses

ZONED OUT   Ⓕ

Plot: He sees her, and just like that, is love at first sight.

Request: Hi!! Is it alright if I ask for an Axl Rose imagine? Maybe something like going to one of the concerts and you make eye contact with him on stage? I feel like that would be a cute scenario (: thank you!

A/N: Hey love! Thank u for requesting, loved writing this one!!

One quick glance was more than enough for you to steal all of Axl’s attention; he liked to look at the different types of people who came to their shows when he performed, specially during solos, and it was like this that he had spotted you, you were jumping and dancing with your girlfriends, smiling and having a genuine good time, your smile was contagious and he couldn’t help but smile back. 

In a minute he zoned out and in head head he could see you with him, laughing with him, partying with him, slow dancing in your shared living room in long nights, his heart swelled with warmth that spread through all his chest, and he didn’t notice that your friends had nudged your shoulder, pointing at him who was too lost in his fantasy as he stared at you, your cheeks blushed when you realized that your friends were right, he was staring at you, your eyes were locked but you could also tell his head was somewhere else. 

He zoned back to reality when he heard his name being called through the big amplifiers on stage, it was Duff talking, “It seems like we lost our lead singer, earth to Axl” he was chuckling as he spoke through the mic, Slash walked towards Duff, a smirk drawn on his lips. 

And taking the microphone, he spoke, “I think we lost him, but he definitely found someone” he teased. 

The crowd whistled and cheered, your friends pushing you around,  making Axl roll his eyes before he locked his eyes back with yours, “Are you enjoying the show?” he asked you through the mic, you nodded with a smile. 

“Good, I’m glad, is it possible that you could stay after the show? We can talk, catch a couple drinks if that’s what you’re into; your friends can stay too if they like, my friends can keep them company”

His voice was low and raspy as he spoke, his eyes never leaving yours; and to his proposal you bit your lip, looking around to your friends for approval, you saw the smiles on their lips and several words of approval, insisting you to agree. 

So looking back at Axl, you nodded again, making his smile twice as big than the one he sported seconds ago. 

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arranged - vikings

ARRANGED PART 4

Plot: Her hand has been promised to one of the Ragnarssons since she was born, but who will she choose?

The day was particularly slow, you thought by walking around the town you’d find the Ragarsson’s easily, but truth was, it almost felt as if they were all hiding from you, it was a ridiculous thought, that you knew, but it still you couldn’t help but let your head jump into all crazy conclusions. 

However, before giving up, you decided to look in the throne room, should’ve been the first place to look in, but you were trying to avoid bumping into Ragnar or Aslaug, it was still all too new for you and you were convinced you made a fool out of yourself the night before at the feast. 

Eventually you were going to face them, if you married one of their kids you were going to constantly see them and speak to them, not only that but there was also a feast later tonight, in celebration of the riders that were to arrive. 

So you made your way to the throne room, defeated, you sighed when you spotted the open doors. You were close enough to see the inside of the room, Aslaug sat in the throne, a smile on her lips as she spotted you in the distance, which you returned, to your luck you didn’t spot any of her kids in the room with her, only a few servants tending to her needs. 

“Y/N !” 

Did you just get saved by the bell? 

He had spotted you as soon as you were about to walk into the room, for the gods were you pretty, you were alone and he didn’t want to risk you spending your time with another of his older siblings, he had seen you and Hvitserk the night before, and he had heard the people of Kattegat speak about how they had seen you and Bjorn earlier in the day, he didn’t want to be last, he wanted to have a real chance with you. 

So once you turned your head to look at him he smiled, and you returned your smile. Jogging towards you now that you had spotted him. 

“Hello, I’m Sigurd”

He scratched the back of his neck as he introduced himself, this was no time to be shy, what was he thinking? 

“Hi, I’ve been looking everywhere for you” 

You could tell he was younger than you, maybe by a few years, although you couldn’t deny that just like the rest of his brothers, he was handsome. 

“Oh you have?” 

He was smirking as he spoke to you, oh he was cocky too?

“Well, not necessarily you, but at least one of the Lothbrok’s”

You breathed out a laugh, you wanted to kill his cockyness in an even cockier way, matching the light fun energy he was giving you.

“And here I was thinking you wanted me, you’re hurting my feelings” 

He was dramatic, putting his hand on his chest, acting hurt by your words, sporting a toothy smile as he said it. 

“Oh stop it”

You laughed with him, turning your head towards the throne room quickly, spotting Asloug watching your interaction with your son, Sigurd copying your actions. 

“Uhm, would you like to go somewhere else? somewhere more private?” 

He suggested; he had forgotten for a second that his mother was watching you and him interact for the first time, and the truth was, he didn’t want her to intervene at any moment, making a fool out of himself. He was already the youngest son, he didn’t want you to think he was a momma’s boy either. 

And you nodded to his proposal, surprised when he took your hand in his and led you inside the throne room instead of out, “don’t bother us please mother”

Your eyes were wide as he spoke, giving the Queen a quick smile while he led you through the curtains behind the throne, walking the long corridors before opening a big wooden door. 

“I hope is not too much, I thought bringing you here would be comfier and warmer, instead of taking you somewhere else” 

He was scratching the back of his head again, letting go of your hand as you walked into his cozy bedroom, his bed was in the middle of the room which was different for you, but you didn’t mind. 

“So you took me to your room on our first formal meeting, how risky of you, some girls would even think this is inappropriate” 

You were testing the waters with him, putting him on the spot to see how he would react. Truth was, you were relieved he didn’t take somewhere else, you had been walking around all day and you were tired and cold, his room was cozy and comfy, just what you needed. 

“Oh no, no, no please don’t misinterpret things, we could go outside if you like I just thought-

You cut him with a laugh, his face was red with embarrassment, you walked towards him until you were facing him, “Thank the gods I’m not like the other girls, right?” 

He looked relieved once he noticed you were messing with him, so he closed the door behind him for more privacy. 

“You can sit in the bed if you want, I’ll take sit in a chair, we can talk that way” 

You liked how he took control of the whole situation, he was young but you could tell he knew what he wanted. 

“So should we skip the small talk and address the elephant in the room?”

You were sitting in his bed by now, legs crossed as he set a chair by the bed and sat on it. 

He smiled at your words, nodding in agreement, just like you he was ready to address the whole situation. Unlike his other brothers he was excited about this whole arrangement, at first he wasn't so onboard with it, but once he saw you when you first arrived he was more than ready to marry you. 

Physically, he was everything he had pictured a companion to be, and from what he had heard from Bjorn talking about you earlier, you were a good fighter; but from what he had noticed on the short time you had been talking to him, your energy was light, it matched his, you humored him too. He liked you, and he was just getting to know you still. 

“Well, what are your thoughts on it, I know you’re still young…”

He shook his head, “You’re acting as if you weren’t young either, I get I’m not like my siblings, I still have a lot of learning and growing to do, but I’m not worried about it, I’m grounded, I know what I want” 

“Right, no I get that, you’re 18?” 

He shook his head again, “I’m actually 17, but well, about this whole situation we are all in, well, I’m all in. I know we got little time to know each other and you still have to get through my other brothers, but so far I’m so in”

“Oh are you so in?” 

You laughed and leaned your body forward, getting closer to him. He was truly something else if you compared him to Bjorn for example, the energies were completely different, if you compared him to Hvitserk on the other hand, you could tell their energies were similar, but with so much less insecurity hidden under. 

Sigurd copied your actions and leaned his body forward like you, your faces only inches apart, eyes locked with each others, “Oh I’m so in” 

With him, it was so easy to be comfortable, be humorous, it made you wonder how he behaved during arguments, on tough decision making, when everything seemed impossible. 

You didn’t notice you had lost yourself in his eyes until his bedroom door busted open, harshly pulling both of you out of the trance, leaning back to your original positions. 

“Ubbe is calling us to train” 

It was Hvitserk, he looked as if he had just walked into the most intimate moment, your cheeks flushed red when you noticed it was him, you didn’t want him, or any of the Ragnarssons to have the wrong idea of you, specially since you hadn’t decided who you were going to marry, what if you and Hvitserk ended marrying and your future husband had just walked in on you being close to his little brother?

You were overthinking.

Sigurd had returned to his original position, scratching the back of his head, nodding his head towards his brother, “Oh yeah, I forgot, I’ll meet you there”. 

So Hvitserk nodded back and waved goodbye to you, walking out, leaving the bedroom door opened as he did. 

“I’ll see you at the feast tonight” 

You were standing up as you spoke, straightening the skirt of your dress as you spoke, he copied your actions, standing from his seat, “I’m sorry about Hvitserk, and about me cutting our meeting short”.

“Don’t apologize, it’s alright” 

You could tell in his face he was a little disappointed, and you were too, but you had to get ready for tonight, and he had plans.

“I’ll walk you out then”

>>Part 5.1<<

[fandomreves]

MUSICIAN MASTERLIST

Ⓐ angst | Ⓕ fluff | Ⓢ smut

⚔ Requets are open! Here’s the list of fandoms I write for.

KEITH RICHARDS

TOXIC  Ⓐ Ⓕ

⚔ Her and Keith are still together although their relationship has been over for quite sometime.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

AXL ROSE

ZONED OUT  Ⓕ

⚔ He sees her, and just like that, is love at first sight.

[fandomreves]

Hi!!! Could I please request something with either Keith Richards from The Rolling Stones or Steve Jones from the Sex Pistols? Whomever you feel more comfortable writing about. Thank you so much and have a wonderful day! :)

+ Ahh same Anon as before! I realized I forgot to ask ask: if it’s not too much trouble, could it be kinda angsty for whomever you chose? But if you have something else in mind then that’s completely cool too!!! Thank you so much! :)

✔️ Thank u for requesting love!

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keith richards - oneshot

TOXIC  Ⓐ

Plot: Her and Keith are still together although the relationship has been over for quite sometime.

Request:  Hi!!! Could I please request something with either Keith Richards from The Rolling Stones or Steve Jones from the Sex Pistols? Whomever you feel more comfortable writing about. Thank you so much and have a wonderful day! :) +  Ahh same Anon as before! I realized I forgot to ask ask: if it’s not too much trouble, could it be kinda angsty for whomever you chose? But if you have something else in mind then that’s completely cool too!!! Thank you so much! :)

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I love Keith and broke my own heart while writing this, hope this is what you wanted! 

With Keith nothing was the same anymore, your conversations were filled with empty words, brought by empty feelings; but still, your relationship prevailed. It had gotten to the point where you and him had turned into some codependent relationship where neither you or him wanted to end it because you both were too comfortable in what you had, and although it wasn’t the same anymore, it was almost like you were tied to the other. 

The only time conversation wasn’t empty was when you were arguing, this was usually in a passive aggressive demeanor, where you both would trash talk and blame the other for the relationship failing, or for not fulfilling promises you made to the other, mentioning all the times either of you had been unfaithful. It got nasty with words, and they would usually end in you walking out of the room. 

In other times you guys would make up after an argument with some steamy hate sex, but it had been months since either of you had the innitiative to even think about touching the other, you knew Keith would go to groupies instead, and Keith knew you’d go to some other musicians to fulfill your needs. 

However, it didn’t matter how fucked up your relationship was, he still wanted you around when he left for long tours, and you always complied, you always went with him; the guys didn’t really mind you around, unlike your relationship with Keith, you actually got along with the rest of the band, they knew about the toxicity in your relationship, but as long as it didn’t affect in his work, they didn’t interfere. 

You walked in your shared hotel room after a night of partying, after the stones played the night before you had left to some local pub, bumping into some of the guys from Led Zeppelin, partying through the night with the blonde haired hottie. You were in a good mood, it had been a good night, but the feeling vanished once you noticed the smell of sex, smoke and liquor inside. 

Spotting Keith laying on the bed, his legs dangling on the side as his back rested flat on the mattress, he was wearing only a pair of boxers, his chest marked with hickeys and scratches, a lit cigarette between his lips. 

“You could at least try and hide the love marks Keef” 

You sighed and took your heels off, placing your bag by one of the small tables in the room. 

“Like you do? Who did you see last night? I heard Percy was in town” 

He was sitting by the edge of the bed now, taking a drag from his cigarette before letting it rest in between his fingers, he wasn’t looking at you, instead he stared at the big window by the bed. 

“You promised you were going to cut back from drinking whiskey” 

You were looking around the room, avoiding his questions, when you noticed all the different bottles of Jack and Absolute on the tables, accompanied by ashtrays filled with burned buds, he clearly had some people over while you were gone.

“And you promised you weren’t going to hurt me, I guesses we both fucked up”

He turned his head to look at you as he spoke, taking another long drag as you sighed and took your dress off, hoping to take a hot shower, you didn’t want to argue.

“He kept your panties as well huh” 

He chuckled and shook his head when he noticed your naked body once your dress was off. 

“He gets to keep my panties, you get to keep your love marks, what do I get? What did the girl you had over get?” 

With your hand on your hip you stared back, an eyebrow raised. It was stupid when he tried and act jealous after nights like last night, he acted hurt by your actions when he did the exact same thing, you never asked about his girls, or commented on his marks unless he started arguing about your whereabouts first, like today. 

At the beginning you did, it used to hurt more than now when you and him were drifting apart, and when he started arriving home later than before with the smell of perfume and swollen lips it was more than clear to you that he was spending his time with other people, and after being tired of arguing you stopped mentioning it, but once you had started doing the same thing, he never once stopped asking you about it. 

“Do you love him?”

Here it goes again, more digging on your lovers. 

“Keith I only love myself”

You had long stopped looking at him, instead you continued to gather your toiletries and towels for your shower. 

“So when did you stop loving me?”

He stood as he said it, walking to the closest ashtray, throwing the smoken bud. His question made you stop in your tracks, you didn’t expect him to say that. It made you think, when did you stop loving him? Did you stop loving him?

Your heart ached, so maybe the flame was still there, it was just very dim at this point, but if it was still there then why didn’t you feel guilty while you were out with other people?

“When did you stop loving me?”

With nothing to say, you returned the questions intead. Truth was, in his heart and soul it was very clear that he loved you still, he was the one who drifted apart first, all due to his personal stress, he pushed you apart more and more and ended hurting you and himself in the process. 

But he also knew he couldn’t just tell you he loved you, he hadn’t shown it in months, he hadn’t even tried to. It would just be useless and you wouldn’t trust him either.

You hummed at his lack of words, “I’m gonna shower now” 

“I have soundcheck in a bit, so by the time you’re out I’ll be gone” 

You always did this, you shut him out when you spoke about the relationship, you ran away, and he knew this was going to happen as soon as you walked in, it was just a matter of how many questions you could take from him. 

“I’ll see around then, I’ll go to the show tonight” 

You had started the shower as you spoke to him, not getting any answer back from him; instead he got dressed and left, shutting the door harshly behind him to let you know he was gone.