Browsing Guns N Roses Fiction

Izzy's stressed, Duff offers to help.

Strings of fate curl lazily around angels done up in denim and leather, twist through the ranks of sunset prophets, bind the hands and hearts of West Hollywood's prodigal sons. Destiny's velvet-gloved fingers play the boys just like the boys play their guitars—hard, fast, and reckless. They're inevitably bound—L.A. Guns, Faster Pussycat, Guns N' Roses—for better or for worse.

Or: the beginnings of the Cathouse era of rock n' roll, as seen through Taime's eyes.

Izzy couldn’t shake that feeling of unease gnawing inside of him. It itched inside his mind like a sand flea burrowing under his skin, and he didn't know how to scratch it out. His mind soon drifted to golden locks sprawled by his side. To long legs tangled around him and kind eyes full of ecstasy as they got lost in pleasure. The heat. The thrill. The night.

He’d gone and fucked it all up.

“Axl, let me stop you right there, ‘cuz talkin’ about killing people is the worst possible way of convincing me into the ring with you.”

Sundays are for the boys, apparently.

The world is a jungle where you got to attack first before you get attacked. Like the "Welcome to the jungle" song or the "Intimate Verses" poem.

Did anyone wonder about how this whole reunion thing happened?

Well, I’ve got my own theory…

The sun is shining today.

It was dirty and depraved. It made them feel like part of that city.

It was beautiful, hot, and insatiable. And somewhere in between, it was kind and sad.

An apology for something they couldn't have.

In my fondest memories...

Prompt:

Guns N Roses, Motley Crue — Dom!Nikki, sub!Izzy, BDSM, aftercare

(Izzy Stradlin/Nikki Sixx)

Everything ends, in blood or otherwise.

The man finally looked up and scrutinized him with a sharp gaze. “I don’t do house calls.”

“Not even if the price is right?”

Drug dealer Izzy runs into a redheaded beauty outside of a strip club. (Part 3 of Truth and Dare)

„I wanna watch,“ Slash proclaimed.

“You wanna watch?” Izzy repeated slowly. He turned towards Axl who sat on his side of the bed and said with a sarcastic smile, “He wants to watch.”

Slash feels as if his world was turned upside down ever since that fateful game of truth and dare and he decides to do something about it. (Part Two of Truth or Dare)

Izzy thought hard, panic rising in his chest. Both options seemed extremely dangerous in Slash’s hands. “Truth.”

“Tell us about your big three firsts. First kiss, first sexual experience, first time proper sex.”

Izzy’s heart sank. “Can I change back to dare?” he asked, trying to keep the panic from his voice.

“Not an option.” Oh, Slash was enjoying this, the bastard. “Come on, just answer it, it’s such an innocent question, unless…” Something lit up in his eyes, a connection was made. “Unless it was a guy?”

Or, the gunners learn some shocking information about each other, there’s eating of gross food, dressing up in drag and a striptease performance.

Guns n'Roses and Motley Crue. Mafia style.

l have dedicated my life to Axl. I've taken bullets and beatings for him. Bled for him. I guess a part of me did it out of guilt. Because I couldn't protect him from the fucked up shit he had to endure when we were kids. But the biggest part of me did it because I loved him. Completely.