Aphrodite (Nikki Sixx x Reader)

Chapter 5

Warnings: Smut, fluff, eating disorder: anorexia, drug use, alcohol use, Hef being a creep, canon divergence, language

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Photoshoot after photoshoot. You were no longer "Nikki's new lover". You were Y/n fucking Y/l/n. People recognized you in the streets. Women would offer angry glares as their boyfriends drooled over you. Nikki stayed possessive, always keeping an arm around you to make it known you weren't up for grabs. He practically worshiped the ground you walked on and made it his life's goal to protect you.

You followed each other everywhere. Every concert, every photoshoot, every interview, you couldn't be torn apart. Nikki was still your best friend. You trusted him with your life and you told him everything. Well...almost everything.

Doc was always there to remind you to keep your figure in check. His words hurt but every time you looked in the mirror you understood what he was talking about. You smiled every time you watched the numbers on the scale drop. Pretty. Pretty for Nikki. You always reminded yourself.

Meanwhile, you didn't realize the way Nikki worried about you. The way he noticed you push food around your plate to pretend like you were eating. The way you were always tired. The way your skin was hugging your ribcage just a little too tightly.

"Do you want me to make you something different?" Nikki asked as you toyed with the food on your plate.

"No, I'm just not very hungry. I think I'm gonna go to bed."

Every fucking night. Every goddamn night you'd be in bed by 7pm, leaving an almost full plate of food behind you. But Nikki didn't complain. He'd clean up and head back to the bedroom to join you. You always relaxed when he cuddled up behind you, wrapping you up in his muscular arms.

You'd tuck yourself into him and enjoy the way his fingers explored your body. His touch always brought you into a state of euphoria and you'd fall asleep quickly.

Nikki did not fall asleep as fast. He ran his fingers over each edge of your protruding bones. He buried his face in your hair as he appreciated the steady rise and fall of your chest against his. He wasn't sure exactly what was happening. He didn't want to bring it up and make you feel bad but he noticed the way your curves had slowly disappeared. The bit of meat on your hips that he loved to bite so much was replaced with skin and bone. Your full cheeks were beginning to cave in and the pink color they once held seemed to fade away. Your lips were chapped and you had dark circles under your eyes. You were still the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on, but you weren't the same Aphrodite he fell head over heels for back in '83.

"I don't know what's going on, mi amor, but I'm here. I'm always here. I know something is wrong...Just please..." Nikki whispered against your hair, clutching you tighter. "Please just tell me how I can help you. I love you. I need you. I just want to see you happy and I'll do anything to make that happen."

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July 1st, 1985 and you and Nikki were preparing for the Theatre Of Pain tour which would kick off in Japan. You were over the moon about this opportunity to travel to a different country. Before you met Nikki and The Crüe, you'd barely left the west coast. They took you all over the country and now you'd get to explore the world with the love of your life by your side.

You zipped up your suitcase with a sigh of relief. Packing was always stressful and now you wouldn't have to worry about it. You stumbled out of the closet and made your way to the living room where Nikki sat watching TV. "Hey, baby," he cooed, holding out his arms for you. You smiled and climbed into his lap, resting your head on his shoulder as his strong arms wrapped around your frail form. "What were you doing, sweet girl?"