Wade: *slams Books Down In Front Of Logan*

Thinking about how Izzy was the one to hand Axl his famous kilt, and it’s one of Axl’s outfits Slash has always liked. The kilt is special.

Take me to church

warnings: angst, brief mentions of sh, homophobia, internalised homophobia, f slur, overall heavy topics. 🥰

a/n: whY AM I WRITING SLAXL 🥲 ts may be the most chronically online thing ive ever done. am i the only one who thinks axl and slash are like mickey and ian and am i also the only one who hates bottom mickey...

i like girls and guys i can say fag go away

enjoy ★

This was the worst thing that could've possibly happened to them. Or at least, that's what Slash thought. Axl and Slash had been secretly dating, but some dickhead soccer player at their school found out and told the entire school. It was bad enough that Slash had long hair, dressed in glam and occasionally painted his nails - he had a 'girlfriend' who was really his best friend who was secretly a lesbian. But now he was out as gay, and out against his will.

It had taken a serious toll on Slash's mental health, so much to the point that he couldn't bring himself to go to school and even took a blade to his skin.

The only thing that seemed good to him was when his mom found out and she was more than accepting. She was having an affair with David Bowie, and while it didn't affect him majorly, it was comforting to know he was accepting too.

As much as it didn't bother Axl, as long as it didn't get back to his parents, seeing how badly it affected the man he loved made him unbelievably angry.

Slash spent as much time as he could ditching class, staying home, or staying with Axl or his 'girlfriend'. Making sure he was never alone in public worked surprisingly well. Nobody came near him when he was with Axl, gay or not, people still avoid a hormonal bipolar teenager.

Of course, he would freak himself out when he he had to walk home. Alone. Axl hadn't been waiting for him at the end of the day like usual, so here Slash was, walking through an alley because it was the quickest way home. It was still light out, and no one was around, so he would be fine. Right?

Wrong.

It was fast. And slow. All at the same time. All it took was one punch for the loud ringing in his ears to start. Someone had grabbed him and shoved him against the wall. Hit. Punch. Shove. Kick. They pulled him up off the ground and shoved him against the wall again.

'Did you really think you'd get away with being a fucking faggot' one of them spat. The word alone hurt, but the way it rolled off his tongue with venom stung. The guy punched him again, he could feel the blood dripping down his face. Slash was more terrified than he'd ever been in his entire life.

They weren't showing any signs of stopping any time soon. Was being gay this wrong? Was he truly a bad person?

He was in unbearable pain. He tried everything he could to push them off, but to no avail.

They were genuinely going to beat him to death. He was going to die. He was actually going to die all because of who he loved. That was all he could think about. His final thoughts. Until the guy was pulled off him.

Slash slowly opened his eyes. Before him was Axl beating the shit out of both guys and screaming at them. "Don't you EVER lay your fucking hands on him ever again, understand!?" He was screaming so loud it actually hurt Slash's ears. But what shocked him most was that both guys looked absolutely terrified, maybe even more than Slash.

They nodded and ran away.

Axl turned to Slash, who had since sunk to the ground sobbing and shaking.

Axl kneeled in front of him, cupping his face. "Let me see, let me see..." Slash tried to pull away. He was ashamed. He couldn't stand up for himself. Axl sighed, "it's okay, you're okay... okay? I'm gonna take you home. They're gone. Okay? You're safe. I promise."

Slash was in a state of shock. He was hyperventilating. He was clearly struggling to breathe. "I- they- I was just - and then - and I- walking - and they - attacked -" Axl shushed him, grabbing his face a little more rough than before.

"Breathe."

They sat in the alley for at least half an hour as Slash tried to come down from his panic attack. Axl stayed with him the entire time, doing and saying everything he could to help him relax. He knew Slash was prone to panic attacks. He also knew he was in a great deal of pain, which he could only imagine were making things worse.

As promised, Axl took Slash home. The pair were now sitting in the bathroom, Axl cleaning the blood from his boyfriend's face.

"Do you think this is wrong?" Slash asks carefully. "What, beating people up for being gay? Course it’s wrong, it's a hate crime - " Axl started, but Slash interrupted.

"Not that. This. Us."

Axl froze.

He slowly looked down at Slash. "Is that a serious question?" Slash nodded. "Everyone thinks so. Maybe they're right." Axl scoffs, "you're not serious, are you fucking serious!?"

He nodded again. "I don't think we should be together." Axl stares at him, "don't... don't say that... don't you fucking say that..." Slash gets up and walks out of the bathroom, stopping in the doorway. "I think you should go. Don't try to call me."

He walks out of the bathroom, leaving Axl standing there completely shocked, hurt, and confused. He leaves Slash's house.

Instead of going home, Axl went to the abandoned house he crashed in when things got particularly difficult at home. While he knew Slash and his mom would always welcome them into their home, he never wanted to worry Slash with the abuse he was enduring at home.

Though, now he felt like he couldn't. Slash had actually broken up with him. When he got 'home', he started breaking everything he could, until he passed out from exhaustion.

Slash walked into his room, crying. He sat down on his bed, reaching for a blade.

He Used to be Mine

Description: Slash realizes his mistake of losing Axl.

Relationships: Axl Rose x Slash, Axl Rose x Izzy Stradlin, Steven Adler x Slash

Prompt: “Are you jealous?” (Day 15)

Part 8 of “You’re My Red Rose”

(Even though this is a fluff prompt, I’m turning it into angst. Sorry. )

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Slash sat on the black, leather couch in the recording studio. Steven was snuggled up against him, head lying on his shoulder. It was going to be a long night. Not only was the behind on recording, but he had to go on with Axl on his mind. The one he let get away. Hearing that he was married and had a small family on his own both broke his heart and brought him joy. Slash had seen with his own two eyes how his home life was. He was glad he had managed to get away from that and better himself. It broke him because he knew that he used to be his.

He looked over at Steven, angry that it wasn’t Axl that had his arms around him. Axl should’ve been his. They should’ve been married with a child. However, he fucking ruined it because..well, he didn’t even know why he was avoiding them. He guessed it was the fear of him getting in trouble with his father. Seeing his stepfather not be afraid to pull out a gun showed that he wouldn’t be afraid to pull it on his own family. He thought he was protecting him from harm when, in reality, he was hurting him even more. Slash was the only person that cared about him that wasn’t a child. He no longer had that after that night his father came to get him.

He left him to fend for himself. Axl deserved to be married to someone else. Someone who wouldn’t leave him in the dust. He hoped that his husband gives him and their daughter all the love and care Axl never got when he was younger.

This is random but...

One of my favorite things about Rock And Roll Mystery is when Chikara is explaining to Velma the history (or should I say KIϟϟtory) of the Rock of Kissteria and we see the shot of the book how it's the past kiss members.

The Jendell image meaning Ace

The two tigers meaning Peter

The figs meaning Anton Fig

The fox being Eric

The ankh being Vinnie

The purple and blue crest thing having the initials "MSJ" meaning Mark St John

And the yellow and red Crest having a 'BK' meaning Bruce

They thought to include the past members as former guardians of the rock and I just find that a cute detail.

I don't know if someone has pointed this out already, but I saw some people talking about the movie and wanted to share this because it made me verbally 'awe' when I paused and looked at everything.

I don't need therapy I need to go to a Queen concert

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Hello everyone!

This fic is inspired by Angst prompt 5 of this post:  “My heart tells me to kiss you, my head tells me to walk away.” The amazing @saint-of-los-angeles helped me with it and if you haven’t, go check her works because she’s amazing!

Pairing: Nikki x Tommy, Terrorcest Warnings: mention of drugs and lots of angst 

Summary: It’s Tommy’s wedding and Nikki has to cope with the idea of losing the love of his life.

Tommy’s wedding was, indeed, supposed to be a day of celebration.

But what’s the point of celebrating the loss of the person you love the most in the world?

All dressed in white, Tommy Lee looked like the most beautiful creature Sixx had ever seen, an angel sent straight from heaven just for Nikki. Nikki knew every single inch of the skin underneath those clothes, the tattoos he loved to trace, the taste of the salt on Tommy’s body. He knew the shades of Tommy’s voice, the way they changed when he smiled, or when he cried. 

Despite all of this, Nikki was there, in a stupid black and white tux that he hated, looking at his life-long love marrying another person.

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