Aching Soul

Nikki Sixx x Reader

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. 

How They React To You Smelling Them In Your Amortentia

 Harry Potter Characters x Reader

Here’s a quick writing I threw together for y’all! I know I didn’t add that many characters, but I plan on adding more as time goes on. I have to work today and it has me on a time crunch with how much I can write for this one. Either way,,,,,I hope you like it and I hope all of you are having a fantastic day. Make sure to leave any requests if you have them! <3

-(y/h) stands for “your house” and (y/l/n) stands for “your last name” :)

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Draco~

“So tell me, (Y/N)! What do you smell?” Hermione looked at her friend, voice filled with excitement. 

The (y/h) girl took in a deep breath, her lips curling into a sweet smile, “Expensive cologne, leather shoes, peppermint...and green apples.”

Realization hit (Y/N), knowing that it was the platinum haired boy she was smelling in her amortentia. Letting out a soft breath, her eyes glanced up from the cauldron that sat bubbling in front of her. Hoping he hadn’t heard her, she looked towards none other than Draco Malfoy, who was in fact staring at her. To her surprise, his lips were slightly tugged up in a slight smile as their eyes met. That was odd because nobody had ever seen Draco smile that way before. 

Just after sending Draco a small smile back, (Y/N) turned to Hermione, listening to what she was smelling. When Hermione disappeared to grab a notebook to record the results, a small origami dove landed on the desk in front of (Y/N). Her fingers slowly opened it up, eyes scanning over the writing.

Snape~

Being Professor Snape’s assistant was easily the best part of coming back to Hogwarts. He had been her favorite Professor all seven years at the school and being able to come back to work with him meant the word to her. Opening the potions book, (Y/N)’s eyes scanned over the formula for the assigned potion of the day. Snape was in his potions room, rummaging around for something which meant that (Y/N) was in charge of making the example potion for the students to see when they entered.

After adding the final piece to the bubbling cauldron, she closed the potions book and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Not noticing that Severus had rejoined her, she inhaled deeply, taking in each of the aromas that filled her nose. 

“Whiskey, old parchment, herbs, and pine wood..” She listed off softly to herself, the man’s presence still unknown. 

The raven haired man’s lips twitched up in the slightest, his eyes locked on her. Not to mention that the room seemed to fill with the scent of her perfume. 

“(Y/N), how much perfume did you put on this morning? Seems rather strong.” His voice spoke up, half startling the girl.

She turned around, their eyes meeting as they shared a knowing look with one another, (Y/N)’s heart swelling with joy at his remark.

Harry~

“And...Done!” (Y/N) smiled, glancing between Harry, Ron, and Hermione. 

The three gave a teasing, playful applause to their friend as she stirred the mixture in the cauldron. The assignment was to create the amortentia potion and record your results. (Y/N) watched quietly as each friend took a turn smelling the potion, Harry deciding that he wanted to go last. Of course Ron could smell all the things that made up Hermione and vice versa. When her turn came around, (Y/N) inhaled slowly, listing each scent as it came to her.

“Broomsticks..Honeysuckle..and fresh laundered robes.” She looked up at her friends, Ron and Hermione smirking at one another before staring between Harry and (Y/N).

Their reaction told the whole story, causing the girl to shyly look over at the Potter boy, seeing the cute little grin he was sporting. To make her feel more secure, Harry took in a big whiff of the potion, listing off all the scents that made up the sweet girl. This caused Harry to reach under the table, slipping his hand into (Y/N)’s, giving it a reassuring squeeze. 

“Harry and (Y/N) snogging in a tree!” Ron teased the two, causing the friend group to burst into a fit of laughter. 

Cedric~

Sitting next to Cedric, (Y/N) sniffed the air, glancing over to her long time crush. She raised a brow and laughed slightly, rolling her eyes in a playful manner. Cedric glanced over and gave her a confused smile, confused as to what she was on about.

“How much cologne did you put on today, Diggory? Bathing in that stuff isn’t gonna get ya the ladies.” She teased, playfully nudging the Hufflepuff’s shoulder.

Cedric raised a brow as he sniffed his shirt, shrugging slightly, “I don’t think I even put any on today, if I’m being completely honest with you, (Y/N). Now you on the other hand. Did you use a whole bottle of perfume this morning?”

Just as she was about to speak up again, Hermione who was passing by, paused to give the two of them a look. A small giggle passed the brunette girl’s lips as she looked between the two of them, shaking her head in disbelief. Placing her potions book down, she pointed to the potion they had all made. 

“Amortentia…” (Y/N) and Cedric spoke simultaneously, cheeks flushing red as they dared not to look at one another. 

Cedric was the first to speak again after a few moments, throwing his arm around her shoulders, “Good to know that the feelings are mutual, (Y/L/N).”

Tom~

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and sat back in her seat, staring Tom down from the other side of the room. Oh how she despised him for being so perfect. Today was the day they were making amortentia in potions class and she was curious as to what she would smell. Just as her good friend Neville finished off the potion, he offered her the first smell, which she gladly took.

“What’s it smell like, (Y/L/N)? Me?” Tom cockily teased the girl, knowing deep down that he had smelled her perfume in his. 

The (y/h) girl refused to look at him, her blush would tell him everything that he needed to know. Instead, she excused herself from class, heading down the hall towards the bathroom. Footsteps gained on her faster than she could note them, hoping that it wasn’t anyone following after her.

“(Y/N) wait up!” Tom’s voice called out, his hand gently holding onto her arm when he finally caught up to her, “I’ll tell you if you tell me.”

Even though she knew it was a bad idea, the girl nodded, “Morning dew, the Dark Forest, and cinnamon candy.”

A grin spread across Tom’s face as he stared the girl down, hands coming to rest on her shoulders, “Do me a favor and read this after class,” the boy slipped a note into her hand before heading back to the class, glancing back to shoot her a grin once. 

Ron~

“C’mon (Y/N). Why won’t you just tell me what it smells like?” Ron begged, following the girl down the hall.

He had been begging for days now and her silence on it only drove her crazy. She knew Hermione liked Ron and she couldn’t do that to her friend. But she also knew how persistent her redheaded friend was and how he wouldn't stop until he got it out of her. (Y/N) stopped just before entering the Great Hall for dinner, turning to look at Ron.

“Fresh cut grass, bonfires, and oak wood.” (Y/N) blurted out, her face going red when she saw his face light up with a bright grin.

Ron pulled his friend into a hug, squeezing her to his chest. She hesitated for a moment before melting into his arms, knowing he was genuine with his reaction. Her eyes fluttered closed for a quick moment, hearing Ron let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you for telling me. Your perfume has been burning in my nose since the other day.” He laughed softly, burying his face in her shoulder.

(Y/N) let out a breathy giggle, her hands gripping onto Ron, enjoying the tight hug, “Your persistence really pays off, now doesn’t it.”

Dove

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Hey hey! I rewatched all of the Harry Potter movies and got a rush of muse to write this Draco fic! I hope y’all like it and I plan on writing more, so leave some requests if you have any! xo

Her hair fell back from her shoulders, the wind causing the locks to brush against his cheek. Their hands squeezed together, fingers stuck in a tight bond. The Dark Lord stood between the split group, looking everyone up and down, offering spots in his army. (Y/N)’s heart dropped when she heard Lucius Malfoy’s voice speak up.

“Draco,” he reached out with his hand as his voice grew softer, “Draco....”

The boy swallowed thickly, looking at (Y/N) before his mother spoke, “Draco...Come.”

That’s when her heart sank to her stomach. She felt his grip on her hand loosen before completely disappearing. He stood there for a moment, looking down at the girl he was so in love with for the past seven years of being at Hogwarts.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, “It’s going to be okay. I love you, (Y/N).”

Before she could say anything, he kissed the top of her head before making his way through the crowd. Voldemort tugged the boy into his arms, murmuring something to him. The next few moments seemed like a blur, tears streaming down her face as she tried her best to stare Draco down. 

She watched as Neville Longbottom stepped forward, challenging the Dark Lord with a speech to everyone who stood silently.

“Harry’s heart did beat for us! For all of us! It’s not over!” He shouted at Voldemort, finishing his speech, which only gained him a sneer and laughter.

There was a thud and a gasp as Harry rolled from Hagrid’s arms, his voice shouting “Confringo.”

Eyes danced along the scene in front of her, deciding to jump into action. She yanked her wand from her boot, running towards Voldemort, trying to give Harry a safe escape. There was a pause in his work against the Potter boy, giving (Y/N) her chance.

“Sectumsempra!” the girl shouted, waving her wand at Voldemort, a spell she had learned from Snape, her favorite teacher at Hogwarts.

Proudly watching him stagger back, she hadn’t noticed Lucius yanking Draco’s wand from him. The white haired boy raced to stop his father, fear and dread rupturing through his chest. 

“(Y/N) watch out!” Draco screamed, eyes locking with her as she realized what was happening. 

Lucius lifted the wand, a dark smirk settled on his lips, “Avada Kedavra!”

It all felt like slow motion to Draco. His father rushed to grip his arm, but he managed to slip out, running straight towards his lover. Gripping (Y/N) in his arms, he dropped to the ground with her, eyes brimming with pain and sorrow.

“It’s okay Malfoy. You’ll be okay.” she breathed out, a soft smile gracing her lips as her fingers traced down his jawline.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, dripping into her hair as he shook his head, “No, you’re not allowed (Y/N). You’re not allowed to leave me here like this. I need you. You’re all I have...and I can’t just let go like this.”

Seeing Draco’s tears brought her own tears, heart aching at the scene of him hurting so deeply, “I love you, Malfoy. Don’t you ever forget that.”

“I love you too, my sweet dove,” he knew her time grew more limited as each second flew by, his free hand falling to cling to hers.

Each hectic battle around them seemed to disappear as they spent their last few moments together. The Malfoy boy cried out in genuine pain, watching as his lover’s eyes fell closed in a permanent slumber. Nobody had ever quite seen the boy that deeply hurt, he wasn’t one to ever show his emotions. A deep feeling of defeat rushed through him, sobbing into the girl’s chest. He hoped he would hear a heartbeat, but the silence only broke him more.

Draco looked up, the dark clouds over Hogwarts fading away. Harry must’ve done it, ended The Dark Lord. He clung to (Y/N)’s body, rocking her back and forth as soft begs for her to wake up spewed from his chapped lips. He pulled back for a moment, glancing over her motionless frame when his eyes caught sight of something sticking out of her pocket. His fingers slipped into the fabric, pulling out a neatly folded piece of paper, stuffing it into his own pocket.

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Weeks had passed Draco by, all the dead had been buried on a special plot of the school that was dedicated to the loss in the battle of Hogwarts. He would visit (Y/N)’s grave every day after his final class, leaving a single black rose at the headstone. All students were required to restart their most recent year at Hogwarts after it was rebuilt, but nobody seemed to mind. Hogwarts was home to all.

Draco still hadn’t opened the paper he had found in (Y/N)’s pocket, but he often would stare at it at night before he went to bed. Something about it all seemed different one very specific night. It was (Y/N)’s eighteenth birthday and the two had plans to celebrate it in the large clock tower at midnight with a dance before sneaking down to the lawn to stargaze- a tradition they had been doing since their first year at the school.

His arms rested against the railing that went along the clock tower, clutching the paper in his hands. With shaky fingers, the white haired boy unfolded the paper, smiling sadly when he saw her beautiful handwriting. He’d come so accompanied to her writing, since she’d always write him sweet letters in the middle of class or late at night. Sucking in a deep breath, Draco began to take in each word neatly etched onto the paper.

Hot tears welled in the Slytherin’s eyes, watching as the paper melted into a locket, but this wasn’t just any locket. It was the locket that Draco had gifted (Y/N) the first Christmas they had spent together back when they were eleven years old. Opening it, his heart warmed at the two moving pictures on either side of the locket. One was the start of their first year, they were standing by the fireplace in the Slytherin common room, laughing about something (Y/N) had said. On the right side it was the start of their seventh year, in the same exact spot. Only this time, Draco was tugging (Y/N) into a sweet kiss, one that he could still feel on his lips as he watched the picture. 

Closing the locket and siding the chain around his neck, Draco looked down at the pendant resting on his chest. A soft sigh fell from him as he looked out along the grounds, silence surrounding him as he wiped the tears from his eyes. The boy stepped back from the railing and wrapped one hand around the pendant, holding it close to his heart.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N).” his voice was soft as his eyes settled on the brightest star up in the sky.

How They Ask You Out On A Date

The Umbrella Academy x Reader. 

My writing is extremely rusty right now, so please forgive me. But after being inactive for a long time, I’m gonna try to write more often.

Luther: He would be a nervous wreck! After coming back from getting the both of you coffee, he’d sit down next to you, never making eye contact. You’d ask him what was wrong and Luther would simply blurt out a quick “Let’s go see a movie tonight. Just us.” Of course you’d agree to it which lifted tons of weight off of Luther’s shoulders.

Diego: That little shit wouldn’t have any problem asking you out. He’d come up to you, fully geared up with a smirk and a single red rose. Without skipping a beat, he’d speak in a husky voice, “You. Me. Dinner tonight. I’ll see you then.” Then Diego would just walk off, leaving you starstruck and rather confused as to what had just happened.

Allison: She’d give you the most charming Hollywood smile and with sheer confidence pop the question without any sort of hesitation, “Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?” To which you’d gladly accept her offer and that just caused her smile to only grow larger- as if that was somehow possible.

Klaus: Out of nowhere, Klaus would come running in at full speed, skidding to a stop in front of you. In a breathy manner, “Will you be my plus one to a party tonight?” You didn’t know how to respond, thinking he was drunk or high, but eventually you said yes. He strutted out of the room, pride in his stride and a shit eating grin plastered in his face.

Five: He wasn’t much into the love game after Dolores. Yet, when he met you, he couldn’t help but ask out of random one night, “Maybe we could go catch a movie tomorrow night?” Five seemed relieved after you accepted his offer, a small and proud smile crawling across his lips as he relaxed back in his seat. 

Ben: Once the two of you were finally alone, he’d sit up a bit more, smiling at you. “Are you free tomorrow? I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk and get some ice cream?” How could you deny that offer? Ben simply grabbed your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles after hearing you accept his offer.

Vanya: She wasn’t really good at expressing her feelings, so her question came off more as a suggestion after the two of you finished talking about music. “Maybe you could come over tomorrow and I could teach you a song or two on the violin. I could make you dinner if you’d like that.” Vanya couldn’t stop grinning after you accepted her offer.