Bandom One-shots book 3

My Love (Nikki Sixx x Mick Mars)

The living room is chaos, as usual. Vince is tearing through drawers like a madman, muttering about lost bracelets or necklaces, probably both. Tommy's in the kitchen, still shirtless, shoveling cereal into his mouth with a blank look on his face. The milk carton's still out. I make a mental note that it'll probably stay there till it spoils.

I'm the only one ready. Black leather jacket, sunglasses perched on my face, guitar pick tucked in my pocket just in case. Quiet, calm, just observing the storm around me with a half-smirk while Vince practically flips the couch cushions over.

Then Nikki steps out of the bedroom.

Barefoot, just his boxers hanging low on his hips. Hair still messy from sleep, eyeliner smudged under his eyes like he never fully washed it off from last night. He rubs his face with the back of his hand, blinking against the light, looking... exhausted. Too exhausted.

Vince stops mid-rampage and stares.

"Where the hell were you?! Why aren't you ready?!"

I don't like his tone.

Nikki barely reacts, just stands there, blinking like he's trying to remember what day it even is. My chest tightens. I see it—the heavy way his shoulders are slumped, the pale tint to his skin.

Before I even think, I'm up from the couch.

"Back off, Vince." My voice is calm, steady, but it leaves no room for arguing. I step between them, putting myself in front of Nikki like a shield. Vince throws his hands up but grumbles something under his breath, going back to his search.

I turn to Nikki. His eyes flick to mine, a bit clearer now but still distant.

"Hey." My voice drops softer, just for him. "You okay, baby?"

He nods, but it's half-hearted.

I reach out, brushing some of his wild hair out of his face, letting my fingers linger along his cheek. He leans into the touch—barely noticeable, but I catch it.

"You look like you barely slept. Did you even eat?"

He shakes his head, pressing his lips together like he knows I'm about to scold him.

"Stay here. I'll get you something."

I leave him just long enough to swipe the half-eaten cereal bowl right out of Tommy's hands.

"Hey! I was—"

"Shut up, Tommy. Go put on pants."

I bring the bowl back and press it into Nikki's hands, guiding him to sit down on the couch. He gives me this small, tired smile like he's grateful, and I swear it makes my chest ache in the best and worst way all at once.

"Eat, Nik. I'm not gonna let you pass out on camera, alright?"

He nods, finally taking a spoonful. I stay close, sitting beside him, my arm draped protectively around his shoulder. Vince mutters something about being late again, and Tommy's still shirtless, but I don't care.

Nikki's here. He's safe. That's all that matters.

~My Love~