Wade: Can We Get A Birthday Cake?

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.

No but for real

There was ex wives of rock now I wanna see a show about the children of these rockstars

Gene Simmons son is SO FINE

Thank you!

Hear me out, Tommy x Nikki fics based off Greek Mythological stories. There is much potential to this, but I just can’t write right now, so I just wanted to say this

Who is he?

part 3 (a)

a/n: kinda spoiler but this is just a build up for the next two chapters. the calm before the storm 😈

warnings: im not really sure there are any

part 2

enjoy ★

Slash stares at them. He's not entirely sure how to feel. Axl was sitting on the wall with a black haired, pale, scrawny looking boy. All they were doing was sharing a joint. That's not what bothered him. People share joints all the time. What bothered him was how quickly he seemingly moved on.

Nat looks up at him, "are you okay? She carefully asks. He opens his mouth to answer, but Axl spots him, "shit," he says, a little too calm.

Axl comes over to them, the black haired boy following curiously. "Hey..." Axl says, looking down at the ground. Nat backs away a little. Slash stays quiet. "Uh... haven't seen you around in a while," Axl says, looking at Slash but not making eye contact.

"Been sick," Slash says, shrugging. Axl notices his bandaged wrist, and he immediately grabs it, "shit, what happened?" Slash feels his eyes welling up. He didn't realise how much he actually missed the ginger prick until now. The way he was gently holding his wrist and the concern on his face just like when they were dating.

They finally make eye contact.

They stare at each other silently. It wasn't hate. It wasn't love, it wasn't remorse, it wasn't guilt. It wasn't anything. But it was overwhelmingly all of those things at the same time. Slash breaks the silence after a long while, "who is he?"

Axl drops his wrist and clears his throat, "uh, t-this is Izzy... he moved here last week," Izzy smiles slightly. It was clear he didn't know about Slash and Axl. He was angry. "New friend of yours?" Axl at him with the same amount of rage. The way Slash had put an emphasis on 'friend' meant he knew there was something between the two of them. Both of them were angry with eachother.

Axl smiles angrily, "yep. New... friend."

"Uh, Slash?" Nat chimes in. He looks at her, "what?" She grabs his hand, "my dad... he's waiting for us... come on, you need to eat" Slash sighs and nods, "yeah, yeah, I'm coming," he says, then looks back up at Axl.

Nat has to physically drag him away.

Another few weeks pass. Slash and Axl had done a great job avoiding eachother. Nat was doing everything she could to distract him, and the thing that worked best was talking about her own love life.

It was a Saturday night, Slash was at her place helping her get ready for her date with Michelle.

"How many dates have you been on with this girl?" He asks. "Four" Nat replies, trying to fix her makeup. "Do I get to meet her?" She pauses. "Not yet..." He scoffs, "why not?" She looks at him and frowns, "because I'm not ready to introduce her yet!"

Slash sighs, "yeah, alright. You ready to go?" Nat smiles excitedly, "I think so... I'm really nervous. I might puke." Slash drops Nat off for her date and then he drives back home. On his way, he spots Axl and Izzy sitting in the park.

He grips the steering weel tighter, staring at them angrily. They were simply chatting. Until Axl looked over and saw Slash staring at them.

Suddenly Axl couldn't keep his hands off Izzy, grabbing him, kissing him, holding him. Slash drove off, pretending like he didn't care. Like it wasn't the most painful thing he'd ever experienced.

He drove off into the night, driving around aimlessly.

Mm.. Slaxl rot..

I’ll never get over, god I forget here I heard it from; but Axl admitting that his happiest moments where when him and Slash were jumping around on the beds or messing around in his house :(

Slash just.. Healing this inner child of Axl’s, as everyone knows Axl didn’t have the best.. childhood per se…..

And slash being this childish outlet for him especially when they lived together they were locked in by the hip, sharing the bed ect ect.

Their little late night talks where Axl would just put his head on Slash’s shoulder and ramble about something, literally anything— Shit like “There was this pretty butterfly outside, it landed on my hand.”

It’s just the most intimate moments that literally nobody would believe Slash if he ever mentioned them. It’s undeniably Axl has a reputation, he is an asshole— that’s not something that can be denied he’s not great.

But slash just ADORES him, he sees those moments where Axl is .. Himself, where he can feel safe and that’s so so rare :((

God .. Slash cig in mouth drink in hand just silently falling asleep to the man’s voice UGHH they’re so cute and for what

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.

The Poker Game

Title: The Poker Game

Summary:  Vince Neil, Axl Rose, Bret Michaels, Sebastian Bach, Jani Lane, and Jon Bon Jovi are sitting down for a poker game. Vince is a little low to make the bet, but he knows that his hand is the winner. He just knows it.

Warnings: Language mainly

AN: Tommy x Nikki, Slash x Axl. Just a random crack fic that I came up with because I was bored af.

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here's the thing. i've started drawing this parody a year ago, but didn't even manage to finish the sketch. then i redrew it two times, still no luck. but now i have fucking finally finished this, and this is probably the biggest piece i've ever made.

some parts of it are not drawn properly because i've been drawing this for 17 days and frankly i grew kinda tired of drawing it 🥀

This is how I see the creature commandos /hj

【Axl N' Slash ❣】

literally me and her ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

➶♡ @missmaytona POOKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :333

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Guns N Roses: Dust N' Bones Live | The Ritz 1991

Guns N' Roses - Mr. Brownstone - Live at the ritz 88

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