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Capricorn Season Chapter Eighteen Part One

Hello, I know it’s been a while since I updated. I apologize. Posting will be hard for the next little while. I am in college and it’s VERY hard. I am also going through a lot personally. I was seeing this guy for a while and it didn’t work out, and I’ve been taking it really hard. I hope you can understand.

In this chapter, we join the guys on tour. We are meeting a new character! Enjoy :)

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The time difference between L.A. and Dallas woke everyone early. With the rising sun, the denizens of the hotel were awakening to eat breakfast and go about their daily routines. Some were enjoying the casual stay, like the traveling pair of lawyers in room B207. Others, such as the newlywed couple in C225, were unfortunate enough to be booked down the hall from the Zeppelin gang. And some, like Robert, were experimenting with a different kind of romance.

Outside it was light out, the world was awash with light blue and a tinge of grey, looking more like England than Dallas. Lorelei was the first to be woken by the racket next door. It was Peter on the phone. She wondered why the hell he was up at this hour. What could be so important? It seemed that everyone else was used to the sound, as they were all sound asleep. She couldn’t hear anyone stirring, least of all Robert. He was snoring away on his pillow, features mashed into the soft cotton.

This hotel was particularly nice, which made her rude awakening less unpleasant. The bed linen was quality, which was the true sign of a good hotel. She was used to the rough feeling of 100-count sheets and polyester blend pillowcases. She was happy to be here, especially with such a high-caliber guest.

As she looked around the room at all of the amenities, she felt lucky to be there with him. She was Robert Plant’s woman for the time being. She was in a place that thousands of women and men would kill for.

He was special, she thought. He was a shining gem under the sun she found on the sidewalk. She felt lucky to be with him, to share the same sheets as him. His hands felt like a prayer on her skin, every kiss was a message from a loving God.

Their love would be fraught and temporary, of course, but it could also be beautiful. It could be the shortest, most peaceful death her heart had experienced. She could see the end already before the opening credits started. She could feel her heart already in pieces. But she would be happy to have it broken by him.

The clouds were shielded by the budding sun, but eventually, they gave way to a beautiful scene. She thought the renewed sun looked like an egg yolk, but that was on account of her hunger. She hadn’t eaten since the day before at lunchtime, and the rumbling in her stomach was becoming noticeable. She surmised Robert would have to do for now, and drank the sight of him.

She knew he would break her heart. Whether their time was tonight, or it spiraled into months, she knew it would end in a shattering mess of tears and heartbreak. But she just couldn’t care. It was Robert. He was everything she’d ever wanted.

After the years, what was one more heartache? Love had never been kind, it never had wings, only teeth, and jagged edges. It seemed worth it in that moment.

She was entirely happy to observe him passively as he slept. When he was awake he was on fire, aroused at its simplest definition. When he slept he was quaint and tractable. In his supine state, she could easily look at him without those prying eyes, absorb his beauty without the threat of ego. He was docile and beautiful as ever.

As if feeling her eyes hot on him, he began to rouse. He woke suddenly with grace, popping his eyes open to see her. He smiled at once, delighted to see that she was still in the room with him. He worried before he drifted off that she would leave, or that she was but a figment of his imagination.

Fortunately, she was wholly real.

“G’mornin,” he grumbled, his voice hoarse and laden with sleep. She liked the huskiness of it. It sounded sexy, whether it was the product of misuse of his vocal cords or all of the cigarettes.

Their connection could not be denied. Something was pulling them together. Destiny, fate, what have you, something was drawing them close. There Something was callingto each other. They were not like magnets, because their polarity is what repels them; they were entirely attracted to the moronically similar features they possess. They were Gemini lovers, twins in love and life. They were too similar and would only destroy each other.

Robert was drawn to her for this very reason. She was an opulent hand mirror. He could see himself in her eyes, distorted into a hero. He was drunk on the power she gave him.

“Goodmorning,” She chirped, all too eager to see him awake. She was smiling, her china doll face bright and open with the promise of morning. Her marble eyes were puffy with sleep.

“How did you sleep?” He sat up now and reached over for a cigarette. He left his pack of Park Lanes on the table next to the stark lamp. He fished one from the pack with his deft fingers and put it between his lips. “Got a light?” He asked, his lips forming around the smoking stick.

“Umm, I don’t think so,” she tittered.

“That’s alright, I should have one.” He stood from the bed, clad in his birthday suit. She averted her eyes at first but dropped her hands after the realization that this would be an occurrence she would and could get used to.

“Alright, now where were we?” He asked when he was firmly planted in the bed once more. He pulled her closer and breathed in her scent. She smelled like coconut and sea salt with a hint of vanilla. He wondered how she managed that.

“So, we have a break today. What do you want to do, love?” He continued to smoke as he asked, looking at her sweet face. He thought she was beautiful, more beautiful than any woman he’d seen in a long time.

Her hair was wild, looking less tame in the morning than it had the night before. Her eyes were light and warm, they had a charming and enlightening quality about them. Her eyes drew him in, called to him from across the club that night.

Even in the dim light of The Nightengale, Robert found his way to her. It was midnight, and the moon was raised high in the sky, illuminating the pavement outside. She trickled in ten minutes after they arrived, content with the idea of meeting one Mr. Robert Plant.

She caught his attention immediately. He couldn’t help but pull his gaze from Jimmy. His eyes left their booth, moved away from his pallid face, and found their way to her figure. He was hooked from the moment he laid eyes on her.

It was all intentional, of course. She dressed to impress, as always, but took special care this particular evening. She dressed in her finest robes, making sure to accentuate her best features. She wore a silk dress in a dark teal shade that detailed her curves, wrestled her hair into the perfect curl pattern, slipped on a sleek pair of pink heels, and finished the look with a dark and minimal makeup job.

She stood next to the bar trying her best to appear as if she wasn’t desperately searching for him. She heard they would be in town two weeks ago from Juniper, the closest thing Lorelei had to a friend for the time being. After hearing about their impending arrival she settled on a plan. She couldn’t get in to see them (the tickets had been sold out three days before she’d even heard about the show) but she would run into them somehow.

Yes, L.A. was a big town, but she was determined. She knew where they would go, and exactly what booth they’d be in. Security would be lacking and so would morals. She would slip right in and make her way to Robert’s bed with no problem.

The matter of actually doing it was a different story. She thought it would be easy, just as Ritchie, David, and all the others had been. They had come to her, essentially laying bare at her feet, asking for her love. She barely had to lift a finger in getting them to her. She never bothered with nerves and thought little of the future.

Robert was different. He was much more beautiful, more talented too, than any of the other guys. He had a charisma that could parallel God, a swagger that would choke the devil and bring angels to tears. No wonder he had such a way with women…

Warm light and sweetly perfumed air swarmed her, rushed through her hair, and trickled down her neck like Summer wind through lace curtains. She was hot, suddenly sweat pricked her skin and ran down her neck. It no longer seemed so easy to take steps toward him.

She tried her best to put one foot down, then the other. Reluctantly she made her way to him in short, even strides. She put on her greatest face of confidence for him.

He watched her from the moment she stepped in. She was gorgeous, that was sure, but seemingly unaware of it. She moved languidly, slowly, and methodically, as if no one was watching her. She was a fawn walking with new legs.

He could tell she was looking for him. Her eyes searched, on a mission for someone. At first, he hoped it was for him, unsure if it were true, but it was soon revealed that he was her target. Her slight smile at the sight of him was the tell that revealed her excellent poker face.

Now she was coming closer, and he watched her still. He watched as she set her intentions, painted the floor with them as she made her move, and watched yet as she stopped short at the bar. He deflated.

It was his turn to make a move. Their silent gambit would not end here, no, it had just begun.

He made his way to the bar with one utterance of “sorry,” to Jimmy. His serpentine steps were accented by his snakeskin boots and he leaned against the cool granite of the bar.

“Can I have a vodka tonic? Well, make that two.” Robert’s voice was buttery smooth and strong. Even over the din of the club, she knew who it was. She didn’t even have to look.

“Make that second vodka-tonic a martini. Dry. I don’t like vodka,” she said, now flashing that famous sweet look.

Her face was delicate and soft. She had clear skin and rosebud lips, soft and pink, even without the lipstick. Robert wanted nothing more than to grab her and kiss her, to ravage her right there on the bar. But he didn’t.

“My apologies, love,” he turned his body to her. He raked his eyes up and down her frame, giving her an indolent stare. He made it loud and clear that he was admiring her.

She felt golden and warm inside. A rush filtered through her. She tried her best to fight off the giggles. “No worries. I appreciate the drink.”

She worried that he would leave. His amorous eyes were pushing her off her usual game. Her flame was smothered by his overpowering heat. She didn’t know that he was just as interested in her.

“I’m Robert.”

“Lorelei.”

“Lorelei? That’s a lovely name. Lorelei… I like how that sounds.” The syllables rolled off his tongue with flawless precision. He swirled her around his mouth as if he were tasting her, licking the sugar off her enflamed frame.

She burned with ardent joy. “Thank you. I’ve always thought it sounds like a grandma's name, but my mother thought it was cheery.”

He chortled. “Cheery? That seems to fit you, doesn’t it?”

Now she was laughing. She couldn’t help it. He made her giddy. “You don’t even know me.”

“Yes,” he was laser focused now, and serious, “but I want to, darling. I want to know you very much.” His eyes brushed her lips, his gaze falling on his target.

A slight smile returned to her lips. She’d procured him.

Jimmy, on the other hand, was terribly miserable. He was plagued with deep pain. He woke each morning with the bitter feeling of lovesickness, missing the woman he called home. Her eyes and lips were etched into his mind and her voice played on an endless loop all day long. He longed for her. It was an aching pain in his side, a stabbing at his heart. The only moments of relief were when he talked to her, about her, or thought of her. It was a constant drumming in his head.

He tried his best to pull himself from the recesses of the hotel bed. He threw back the duvet and went to the balcony doors. He drew the curtains back and looked out at the nature before him. There were rolling hills and sprawling countryside landscapes, complete with animals and little white fences. It reminded him of his bucolic life with Gwen back in Pangbourne. He sighed and sat down at the writing desk in the corner of his room. Perhaps he'd just write a letter, considering how early it was back home.

He started with an address of his feelings, a profession of his sorrows. Then, he went into catching her up on the events of the tour so far. Bonzo had destroyed three hotel rooms, Robert had wracked up twenty-eight women, and Jonesy got drunk the night before and danced on a table at the behest of a very high Robert. Richard got himself purse-slapped by an angry woman who was not receptive to his flirting. Peter had yelled at 32 stage managers and club promoters. He laughed as he recounted last night's debauchery. He coerced Bonzo into throwing a set of TVs out the window, cackling all the while. This frustrated Peter, which was also a plus.

His prose was interrupted by a knock at the door and a voice telling him it was time for breakfast.

Bonzo was sleeping in, as usual. He was a rock in the bed adjacent to Jonesy. His snorting was loud and disruptive, it even kept Jonesy up until the late hours of the night. It made him very sour and tired, but he pressed on. He tip-toed out of the room and made his way down to the lobby. He was greeted by the smell of waffles and fresh bread. Sometimes the hotels had a great spread and sometimes all they were offered was fruit.

"Good morning, Mr. Jones!" Robert was cheery. His morning activities were heard by all, being the sound that ultimately woke Jimmy.

"Good morning." He said as he took a seat next to the guitarist. He was scraping butter on a piece of bread, a bitter look on his pale face.

"What's the matter with you, Jim? Isn't this a glorious morning?" Robert asked, rather enforced.

"No."

"Well, why not? The sun is shining and the birds are chirping. Take a deep breath," he stopped to dramatically inhale with a fluid sniffle, "can't you feel the marrow of life filling your lungs? It's just beautiful." He was smiling now, an arm slung around Lorelei.

"He's lovesick, don't you know?" Jonesy smirked with a coy expression.

Robert matched his manner and spoke once more, "Ah, yes, fair Gwen. How is the lass?"

"I haven't spoken to her in two days. I feel as if I am shriveling up." He rested his chin in his palm and sighed. The dramatics of his emotions was amusing to his friends. Never had they seen him so distraught over a woman. He was a man not to be tied down. Now he was doing the unthinkable. Settling down with an American woman? Abstaining from groupies? It was a ghastly sight.

"It seems our friend is in love."

"Who is he talking about?" Lorelei asked.

"A lovely little photographer we met a few months back. It seems he is enchanted by her."

"More than enchanted. Enlightened." No one had heard Jimmy speak with such emotion or conviction, not in matters of romance, anyway.

"Is that so?"

"I would marry her if she asked. And I mean it, really marry. I would give up everything for her."

"What is she like?" Lorelei wasted no time making herself comfortable with the band. She was friendly in that way, very open and loving. This was one of the reasons Robert was drawn to her.

"She's incredible. Smart, funny, talented, and driven. And the best part, she's also a witch. We do spells together, cook, read together. She even appreciates my music. We were made for each other, a perfect yin and yang."

"Wow, she sounds great. I can see why you're so smitten."

"Much, much more than smitten. I am in love."

"In love?" She giggled. It was like watching a play. This was his monologue, the part in the production where he addressed the audience with his deepest feelings.

"It is a big deal, we're all very proud of him. Jimmy doesn't really have emotions."

"I absolutely do. I just don't want to share them all the time. You are so wanton with your emotions, wearing that heart of yours on your sleeve."

"You’re both annoying in your own special ways," Richard said. He settled the civil argument. They were always in competition. They were like two women pulling hair and scratching at one another.

When breakfast was finished, Bonzo showed up in the last moments, and Jimmy went back to writing his letter. He told Gwen all about Robert's new woman. She was nice and looked just like Robert. Blues eyes, curly blonde hair, and a big heart. They could be twins. He was satisfied with his writing and sealed the envelope, stamping it with the necessary information. He would have Peter drop it off at the post office before the show.

"Do you think they liked me?" Lorelei asked, looking in the mirror at her shapely frame.

She was wearing a simple Summer dress and red sandals. She looked like a child of the sun, a real hippie type. Robert enjoyed her look of sun-kissed skin and bright seaport eyes.

"I'm sure they loved you, just as I do." She giggled at his remark and settled into his embrace. "This tour is going to be great." She sighed.

"Oh, I think so."

She woke first the morning after their first meeting. The white sheets wrapped around her body, his too, and knitted them together. She could feel his warmth and could smell him all over her.

She sat up this morning and watched him. She reminisced on the night before, the scenes of the club. She could still feel the ache of him between her thighs.

He woke not long after her when she made a break for the bathroom. The shifting weight on the mattress alerted him to her presence. He was happy she hadn’t left. Something about her stirred something up in him. Something good.

"How did you sleep?"

"Oh, fine. Fine, yeah."

Her mask of courage became muddled in the light of the morning, completely washing away under their sober glances. Today would be the day she was on the curb, to be gone before lunch. She knew how it worked and wasn't too excited for the feeling she would be left with. She could see it now: seated in the comfortable, plush chair in her aunt's dining room, plunging a tea bag into tepid water as she watched birds outside her kitchen window. The familiar ticking of her Grandfather Clock, chiming as she was filled with malaise. She felt this way when Ritchie told her to leave and when David made other plans. She was discarded, dismantled like a display case, ready to be stored away until next season.

She could hear Juniper’s voice now, trying to quell her tears. She would brush her manicured fingers through her blonde hair and coo her into sleep. She could feel the lullaby tears and hear the dejection.

“Good,” he nodded.

It was quiet for a moment. Peter and Bonzo were yammering away in the next room. Their strange accents were muffled through the walls and entered her ears like a patch of cotton fluff, sounding more foreign than ever.

Her skin itched. Her sweat from the night before dried to her fleshy frame and was now creating an unpleasant smell. She wanted out of this, wished for him to jettison her already.

“Well, love, I was going to wait until after breakfast to ask, but that seems too far. You are just so lovely, so effervescent,” he spoke with a smirk. His voice crept from around the sides of his throat and rattled with a sexy softness, with a rasp of the morning, “and forgive me if I sound eager, but I just couldn’t keep away from you.”

She raised a brow. Was he nervous?

He laughed. “I’m sorry, I’m not making any sense, am I?”

She laughed too. The pressure had shifted from her to him in a confusing instant. “No, I’m afraid not.”

“Okay, let me just be frank with you. I’d like you to accompany me on the rest of the tour.”

His words surprised her. They pushed all thoughts of that lonely little house away. No more days in the sallow sun, waiting for the next band to come to town. He’d solved all the rainy days with one utterance.

His feminine allure was what drew her in. There was something so demure about him, so gentle. But he was definitely a man. The soaring heights of his voice were a testament to his femininity, the depths of his bluesy tone a measure of his status as a man. Last night was no different. He undilated between soft and gruff, man and woman. This pleased her, getting to see him unfettered.

He was beautiful. His features were rounded, but altogether angular.

"I would love to!" She didn't question his motivation or intention. He wanted her here with him and that was enough. It was better not to dwell on reality. Everything was a lot more fun if you indulged yourself in the fantasy of love and romance, plunging yourself into the throes of excitement. And with Robert, there would be nothing but excitement. He was a Leo, after all.

He was smitten with her as well. Perhaps it was vanity, their appearances being almost a perfect match. He needed a woman who could keep up with him and she was it. All night she ran alongside him, never once breaking her stride or lulling in speed. She wasn't cocky or too sure of herself. But she had an air of confidence to her and that's all he needed to see. She was lovely, so why shouldn't he indulge? Then he found that she was a genuine soul, which was where the trouble began.

"That is wonderful, love! I’m excited to spend my days with you, seeing you standing front row." A lopsided smile played on his lips as he spoke. Unbridled ego stood before him, plastered to his face.

He was a man with the world in his hands. No was not a word that he heard. It was uttered by himself and his bandmates, but never by someone standing in his presence. Although he liked her, it was the reflection of himself in her that he was loving more than the sea-front room of her blues eyes. He had no doubt she would say yes.

"I would love nothing more."

She was floating, tucked away in a cloud of a dream. This was the fantasy she engaged in. She wasn't reaching the heavens through the heart, she was being sat on a high shelf, one that only Robert could reach, but could get down from whenever he pleased. This was the condition of being an attendant to these men, a road wife. It was mutually assured destruction in some ways, the lack of responsibility. He didn't have to commit to her and she got to avoid the real world for three months, locked away in utter bliss. These two dreamers spent the morning lying in each other's arms, learning absolutely everything they could about one another.

“You can look, but you can’t touch,” she playfully asserted. The club lights illuminated her pale skin. They were bathed in blue and pink light.

His eyes narrowed, cut sapphire focused on polished ruby lips, “is that so? That doesn’t sound like any fun,” he took the olive from her drink and put it in his mouth, crunching with an equally sinister smile.

She pursed her lips together in an attempt to hide how smitten she’d become. He was cracking her facade. Soon he would see how deep she was in.

“Oh, don’t go silent on me now. You had so much to say just a moment ago. Care to share what’s on your mind, Lorelei?” He asked. He was devilish. Greedy. He wanted her all to himself and he would do anything to keep her there, but she couldn’t know that. She couldn’t know he was just as gone as she.

She quirked a brow. “You wouldn’t want to know. That’s… unbecoming of a young lady.”

He was cracked now. A chuckle bubbled from the pits of his stomach and he shook his head, eyes cast downward. She couldn’t see her effect, couldn’t see that his pupils were blown to the edges of his irises. He was falling already. Ten minutes and he was tangled in her web. For the night, at least.

“I will have you know that I enjoy a devilish dance, a walk on the wild side.”

“Is that so?”

She knew he was used to getting what he wanted. He was a golden god, a man who was becoming increasingly successful and powerful. He had made his rounds with the ladies of the scene and took no prisoners. He wasn’t known to be as harsh as Jimmy, but deathly charming all the same. He was a knockout, a beautiful man. She could have him for the night no issue, but what was to come was what she feared.

“Why don’t you find out?” He quipped, hoping his brazen desire would assist her into his bed.

For a moment she thought about it, but just one. She couldn’t dottle on her answer. Flashes of the David fiasco entered her mind, but no sooner did they leave as they arrived. In a similarly quick fashion, she imagined being in his bed, what it would feel, sound, and taste like. She then thought about what it would be like when she inevitably had to leave it.

She put her drink down and turned to him. “Okay. Show me the way, lover”.

Jimmy watched from the booth. He watched the two work away, watched as they began the play. And he watched as the curtains were drawn and they sought refuge in the comfort of a backstage bedroom. He was left alone in the sticky booth sipping on his whiskey, thinking of what Gwen would have to say about it all.

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pizzaqueen · 1 year

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A very little something I wrote when I was feeling sad. Possibly pre-slash, around 150 words

Eddie becomes a plant dad, and he introduces Steve to all his babies. There’s Tree Beard and Quickbeam and Leaflock and Beechbone and Skinbark—

“And this,” he says, gesturing proudly to a pot with long crinkly leaves bursting out of it, “is Robert.”

Steve blinks. “Robert?”

“Yeah.”

“How come all the others get weird names—”

“They’re named after Ents.” Eddie pauses. “Well, except for Smaug, the dragon tree.”

“And this one is Robert?”

“Because he’s a plant.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“No, like… Robert Plant.”

Cue a blank look from Steve.

“Led Zeppelin!”

“Oh. Right.” Steve huffs. “Cute.”

“I thought so.”

“You’re such a dork.”

“But you think I’m cute.”

“I didn’t—” Steve’s face heats. “Whatever.” He crosses his arms and nods at the plant. “Just— Tell me about Robert.”

Eddie grins, but he starts talking, telling Steve all about Robert, things Steve will maybe only half remember, hands gesturing wildly, and Steve gets lost in the daydream of a house filled with plants, and Eddie there to tell him all about them.

#steddie #Steve x eddie #Steddie fic #Steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #pizzaqueenfic #my original headcanon was that Steve becomes the plant dad but it didn’t fit with Robert plant #but I was imagining him like that dude played by judge what’s his face in Beverly Hills cop #and he gets like super weird about it #judge Reinhold!!! that’s the name I was looking for lol #also this is the second time I’ve had eddie name things after ents so the names were luckily already on hand lol

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teaforqne · 1 month

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Thinking about how Robert always jumps and dances around the stage makes me wonder...

...Has he ever fallen or tripped while performing?

#imagining that makes me laugh #like imagine #“Wanna whole lotta lAAAAAAAHH”#robert plant #led zeppelin

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samiwife · 7 months

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I will always say that I love the way you write because it's really beautiful (I've read them about 10 times) Could you write some headcanons with Robert Plant or Jimmy Page? Because you're really cool at writing headcanons (I admire you😓😓)

Oh my god thank you so much!!!!! I love writing headcanons! Thanks 4 the support <3 Hope you enjoy <3

Headcanons and Preferences 𓆩⟡𓆪 (Ft: Robert Plant)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Would always sleep in and you'd bring breakfast in bed for him

Collects records of his favorite bands

Walks around the house with a half-opened shirt exposing his chest

Great with kids

Always asks for kids

Cares a lot about his hair

Has a lot of hair products

Dances a lot in the living room

Constantly moving around otherwise he goes insane

Loves nature

Loves going on walks

Wears a lot of jewelry

For some reason he loves goats

Tries to work out but just gives up

Loves traveling

Would sing for you when you're sad

Would take care of you when you're sick

Sometimes he plays soccer in the backyard

Reads late at night

Loves fruit, especially oranges or apples

Always smells like tea, especially Earl Gray Tea

You always play with his hair

You also always mess with his hair

You tie up his hair in different ways

When he's sick he always drinks tea and listens to records

Sometimes he makes his own bracelets and necklaces

Rides his bike down the street to go to a nearby cafe

Tries to play guitar for you but gets mocked by Jimmy for not being good

Smokes cigarettes outside so he doesn't bother you

Gets jealous easily

Craves attention from you

Would stare down the person he's jealous of

Would make it known he's mad or jealous

When he's horny, he pulls you in closer and whimpers in your ear

Very slutty in bed

Moans so LOUD

VERY good during sex

He always loves it when you pull his hair during sex

Loves swimming

Eats scones a lot and drinks a lot of tea

Loves clothes shopping for you and himself

Holds your hand a lot

Has SUPER warm hands

SIngs anytime and anywhere

Would stare you up and down when taking off your clothes

Sometimes you cut his hair

He always talks in big words

Has the softest lips

Also, he has the prettiest eyes

HAS MAJOR BIG DICK ENERGY AND HE DOES HAVE ONE

Loves buying paintings and making some

Sleeps like a sick Victorian child (HAHA I'LL STOP)

Wears tight pants to show off his "size"

When you're injured, he'll carry you on his back and take you to safety

Always makes tea for you

Loves lying in the grass with you

Stealing his shirts is a must

Makes funny faces while singing

Winks at you constantly

Kisses on the neck and cheek are constant

Would say "baby" 20 times a day

Sometimes he calls you "mama"

You think he has a mommy kink (HAHAH I'M SORRY)

You sometimes think that he and Jimmy have a thing with each other

Sometimes he wears big fur hats to cover up his bad hair days

Lastly, he always cares about you. Even if you're mad at him. He'll try his best to make you happy again. He'll buy gifts, he'll hug you and kiss you to make you feel better. He will do everything in his power to make you love and notice him

THANKS 4 READING <3 TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES <3333

#fanfiction #80s rock #80s music #led zeppelin #john paul jones #john bonham #jimmy page #robert plant #robert plant fanfiction #robert plant headcanons #robert plant imagines #robert plant fanfics

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kashmirzeppelin · 9 months

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I'm bored with this era, man..

Can we just figure out time travel already so we can go party it up with the hard core groupies and watch Led Zeppelin in the park for $5?

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pageydrinkstea · 2 years

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Robert Plant refreshing himself with some juice

#credit to the owner #robert plant #led zeppelin #70s #golden god #percy #rock #classic rock #aesthetic #classic rock imagine #classic rock fandom #rock and roll #70s music

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prettyboyeddiemunson · 4 months

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i’m such a huge led zeppelin fan, and all I can think about on this cold january day is eddie learning my favorite zeppelin song and playing & singing it to me

#but can you imagine him trying to sing like robert plant?

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nature-and-music · 2 years

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Your favorite rockstar(s) wearing a wet t-shirt. You’re welcome.

#classic rock fandom #classic rock #tag who you’re imagining #robert plant #john paul jones #led zeppelin #roger daltrey #the who #roger waters #david gilmour #pink floyd #nikki sixx #motley crue #joe perry #aerosmith #jon bon jovi #bon jovi #david lee roth #van halen

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sporksarejustspoonswithafork · 1 year

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A face with no name

John Bonham x f!reader

A/N: Hi, I'm new to this fandom. My name is Thys and I'm happy to be here. first I'd like to say this is my first ever fic and I hope I did good. second @jonesyjonesyjonesy this is the girl that wanted to write a led zeppelin Christmas story but I couldn't. So yea that was it. hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: NSFW content

1971

Voices. That's all John Bonham could hear. To him his surroundings weren't really important. Not the drunken men yelling and screaming, not the smell of sweat and smoke and certainly not the other girls that were walking around. Nothing mattered except the beauty in front of him.

His eyes were focused on her and her only. Her hips swayed from side to side. He looked at the money that was tucked into the material that barely covered her backside. The stage lights shone on her beautiful skin. Her legs were in the air and her hands, with red painted nails, were wrapped around the silver pole.

Suddenly her eyes were on his. There was a sudden look she gave him. Her eyes grew dark and her gaze was

When she came down from the pole she started walking towards him in a slow but sensual pace. She knelt down, reached out and touched his chin with her finger. A small but warm smile formed on her lips as she stood up amd walked back to the middle of the podium.

A hand snapped him out of his thoughts. When he turned around he was met with the smiling face of his friend, Robert.

"You seem to be enjoying the show." He sat next to him, glass of whiskey in hand. Robert looked up at the girl on stage.

"She's the new girl I was telling you about." He said. "Lovely woman, isn't she?"

Indeed. So lovely that he couldn't look away. The music came to an end and everyone applauded her.

"I have to talk to her." John said.

Robert looked at him.

"She's gonna say no."

"How would you know?"

Robert blew the smoke from his cigarette in the air. "Jimmy said she's shy."

"Or maybe he just scared her." John said. "Just let me talk to her."

Robert sighed and called a blonde girl who was walking by. He whispered something in her ear. John saw how her face went from amused to unamused.

"Really? The newbie." She said.

"Hey, my friend insisted." Robert threw his hands in the air. The blonde looked at them both before walking away. For what seemed like minutes the blonde came back.

"She won't talk to anyone."

"Told you." Robert said.

"Now wait a minute, can you please try again." John said. The blonde rolled her hazel eyes.

"Look, if i try again you're gonna be here a long time, now excuse me i have somewhere to be." She walked away.

John sat back down.

"Ah, cheer up." Robert said. "Look around there are plenty of other beauty's." He said and winked at the girl. Robert excused himself and walked over to the girl.

Now all by himself, John took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it.

"Excuse me?" He heard a soft voice say. He looked up and froze when he saw the same pair of chocolate brown eyes from earlier.

"I heard you asked for me." She said, Her beauty was even more visible up close. She wore red lipstick, on each ear hung a diamond earring and around her neck was a gold necklace.

"I- uhm,-" John cleared his throat. "It was me who asked."

"I know." She smiled. "I just said that."

Idiot. He mentally cursed.

"Uhm i'm sorry it took so long." She said,

"No, it's alright." John said.

"We can go somewhere private, if you'd like?" She asked.

John looked around. He could spot none of his bandmates or friends.

"Lead the way." He said. The two started walking towards the back. John's eyes moved from her back to her barely covered ass to her long legs. What a woman. He thought.

They came to dimly lit hallway with several doors. She opened the second door and made her way in. John watched her as she walked in. He followed her and closed the door behind him.

When he turned around his eyes landed on the bed. She sat on the edge, her eyes were glued on him. He slowly walked over to her. As he stood in front of her he lifted her head up by the chin. There was that look again. The same look she had on the stage. The look of lust.

John's thumb brushed across her lips. He felt her hands creep up his thighs, getting closer and closer to his ass. John let out a sigh when he felt her hands brush past his ass and squeeze it a bit. Her hands then traveled to the front of his jeans, where she unbuckled his belt, unzipped the zipper and let it fall on the floor.

The warm touch of her hands on his thigh sent a shiver down his spine. Her hands got closer and closer to the bulge in his boxers until she lightly stroked it. A whimper left John's mouth as he felt a second stroke. A smile crept up on her red painted lips. He could see she was enjoying this.

She yanked down his boxers making his cock spring out. Her eyes landed on him before giving the tip of his cock a small kiss. John sighed. Her hand started to move up and down his cock, John threw his head back letting out a moan.

Her hands felt so good on his cock. He grabbed her arm for support. The strokes became faster.

"Don't stop." John moaned. "Please don't-"

But she stopped. John was confused. He was about to say something until he felt her mouth wrap around his cock.

"Oh fuck." John cried out. He felt his cock twitch as she swirled her tongue around it. The sounds from his mouth went from moans to whimpers. His head was spinning, his heart was racing and his vision became blurry. This girl was making him go crazy. He looked down at her. She looked so beautiful.

The moment he felt his cock hit the back of her throat, his grip on her arm became a bit tighter. He suddenly felt hot. The walls of the room felt like they were closing in. His cock hit the back of her throat one more time before bobbing her head even faster. John suddenly felt his orgams approach.

"I'm-" he tried to speak but couldn't. She took him all in one last time and that was enough for him to let out a long loud groan and release into her mouth. He watched as she swallowed all of him, never breaking eye contact. John was exhausted. He leaned forward, almost falling over.

"Woah there tiger." She said. That voice of hers was music to his ears. She helped him sit down on the bed.

"You know, you should come visit me more often." She said and touched his chin.

John nodded. He heard her chuckle. She patted his back, stood up and made her way to the door. He saw her turn around one last time.

"See you later, tiger." She said and with that she was gone. John, who was still in a daze, fell onto the bed. Then he realized he forgot something. He forgot to ask her for her name.

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#john bonham #john bonham x reader #led zeppelin #robert plant #jimmy page #john paul jones #led zeppelin fanfic #led zepplin imagines

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thepinkwriterr · 11 months

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Capricorn Season Chapter Twenty-Nine

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"Hey, Willie, it's Gwen."

"Hello, Gwen, how are you doing on this fine Tuesday?"

I sighed. "I'm fine. But I have to tell you, I don't have all the shots you asked for."

"Why not?"

”I wasn't feeling well so I skipped a couple of shows. I'll need another week on the deadline."

"Okay, well I'll do what I can. But you know that's going to delay the people buying, right? We need sales to go up. If sales don't go up, then I have to cut you."

"Cut me? I thought everything was running smoothly."

"It is, in a way. But in another way, it's not. I stuck my neck out for you. I've been busting my rump to make sure I get your work out there. Let me tell you, these guys are no joke. They want a hard sell."

"Is there anything I can do in the meantime? We have a break in shows after today."

"Just get me your Black Sabbath photos as soon as possible."

"You got it, boss!"

He let out an awkward clearing of the throat, "I'll see you on the 21st. Don't be late."

"I won't. Love ya, Will." I hung up the receiver and pushed my back against the wall next to it. A heavy sigh escaped my lungs. So much to do and so little time to do it.

I collected my things and headed down the hall to Bonzo's room. When I reached room 207 I gave the door a harsh banging. "Detroit police, open up!" I kept banging until the door gave way to the man. His pants were unzipped, an unbuttoned shirt hanging off his frame.

"What in the fuck are you doing? You scared me half to death!"

"Tiff in there? I need to talk to her." I pushed past Bonzo, making my way into the room. I looked around for her but to no avail.

"She's in the shower. What do you want?"

"I need to talk to her."

"I thought you were here for us," He stepped in front of the bathroom door and lowered his voice, "you agreed to keep her out of the papers for me. I don't want this to get back to Pat."

"Keep your panties on, Johnny. We agreed to play cards today. I need some real women to hang out with. Even with your beautiful locks, you're not pretty enough." I pulled at his damp hair and gave him a cheeky smile. "Plus, your boobs are too small."

"Like you've got any room to talk."

"They were big enough for your mom last night."

"Okay, okay, let's get off of Mothers. I just got off of yours!"

"You have no shame, huh?" I patted his shoulder and made for the door.

"I'm just giving back, love. It seems you're lacking as well. Given what I can see through that shotty cover-up job. Maybe get some Maybelline." My hand flew to my neck, covering the marks from Jimmy's attack last night.

"Fuck you." I slammed the door.

I caught up to Tiffany later that day. Her tawny skin was captivating even under the fluorescent lighting of my hotel room, the beams bouncing off her caramel features. The bridge of her nose was long, the aquiline shape bringing out her beauty.

"Where are you from, Tiffany?"

I made small talk as she dealt the cards. I didn't know much about her. Between shoots and fighting with Bonzo and Jimmy, I didn't have time to talk to her. There was also the immense guilt I felt every time I saw her. She made me nervous. Whenever she was around I felt like I was breaking out in hives. I wanted to tell Lorelei about her and Robert, I really did. I always chicken out. I was too afraid of causing more issues. I was scared of what would happen if I opened my mouth and said what I really wanted to. The guilt was eating me.

We were having lunch in the sun. The burning bulb was finally making an appearance, lighting our wonderful picnic. Jimmy and I were sharing a Tupperware container of strawberries and red grapes. Two sandwiches sat in front of us. His was dressed with everything, lettuce, onion, tomato, pickles, meat, and mustard. Mine, the same but without pickles and tomato. But it was not wonderful to me. I was still filled with dread. I could feel it in my feet and my hair, the stain of guilt.

He had devoured half of his meal and gulped down his water. I was still poking at the remnants of crust and staring at the fruit. He didn't seem to notice my fidgeting. He was looking around, absorbing all the beautiful sights and soaking up the sun. He looked gorgeous, that much I could not deny. Even in my haze of anxiety, I took note of his appearance.

"Are you alright?" He asked, putting an arm around my waist.

"I'm a monster..."

"What?"

"I'm a monster!" I dramatically threw my head onto my folded arms, tears threatening to form. I tried to hold back all of the ugly sounds that would escape me if I started crying.

"What? Did you do something to my sandwich?"

I looked up at him with watery eyes and laughed. I shook my head. "No." I averted my eyes from him, turning my head to look at a team of ducks. They were quacking at each other and dipping their little feathered heads in the water. "Then what's the matter?"

"Nothing. Just... Just drop it. It's not important."

"Hey, look at me," I turned to him, meeting his eyes again. He was so very lovely. It almost hurt to look at him when I felt so terribly. His face was round and innocent, far more demure than the horrible thoughts racing through my head, "It's gonna be okay." He brushed some hair from my eyes, his fingertips resting on my cheeks.

"Stop it," I pushed his hand away, "I can't let you pretend I'm innocent."

"What do you mean?"

"Tiffany and Robert. I know about them and I haven't told Lorelei." He furrowed his brow. "Why would you?"

"Because Lorelei is my friend."

"So?"

"So she would be hurt if she knew Robert slept with someone else."

"Oh, love, you have to put those feelings aside. This isn't the real world, things don't work like that on tour."

"You say that like it makes it any easier to lie to her."

"You're not lying you're just... hiding the truth."

"That's a lie."

"It's a half-truth."

"According to Hebrew proverb, that still makes me a liar."

"Then I'll be your witness and we're both liars."

"Doesn't make it any better. Now I'm dragging you down with me."

"We'll be dirty, lying sinners together, then." He grabbed my hand and caressed my skin once more. His words and actions did little to calm me. I wasn't warmed but I was getting there. His warmth was thawing me.

"Like my ethnicity?"

"Well, no, I just meant specifically. Y'know, where do you lay your head down when this is all said and done?"

"I'm from Spain, but I moved to L.A. when I was a kid. So I guess I reside there. Most of the time, at least. Sometimes the bands take me with them, sometimes they don't. Zeppelin has a reputation for not taking us from the states. But I like John, so I stick around."

"Well, that does make sense. They've all got wives and kids at home."

"Even your man has a status to him. You're the longest girl he's had, other than Pamela."

"Well, I am aware of that. But I'm a firm believer in not asking questions you don't want the answers to. Ignorance is bliss, and I'd like to stay in my state of euphoria. He doesn't care about my past, and I don't ask about his."

"That's a good policy." She crushed her cigarette in the glass tray that sat between us. Her fingernails were long and red, with a sheen of glitter that sparkled.

"I think you're better off not knowing. I think John and Robert are pretty low for doing what they're doing. It's nothing against you, or what you girls do, but they have children. They're fathers, in reality, not in this fake little bubble of fantasy they live in. And it's not fair to anyone. Not fair to you, Pat, the kids, the band. It's all wrong. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth, y'know?"

"I hear you, but you can't get too in your head about it. I'm doing this because it's fun. And as soon as I stop having fun, I'm out. But the fun never stops with John."

"Oh, I'm sure it doesn't," I said with a chuckle.

She took sips from her glass of water from a pink straw. When she pulled away I could see the ring of lip gloss left behind. It was a calling card. She was a lovely girl, a beauty not to be understated. I wonder who she could be if not a groupie in L.A. These guys took advantage of them and saw them as nothing more. The thought of my friends being the ones perpetuating this made me angry. I meant what I said, about thinking poorly of the guys. John was the only one with any kind of spine. Even if he indulged, I'm sure he wasn't treating anyone like a whore.

"Well, I fold."

"Awe, c'mon, you can't fold! One more game," I pouted my lips, asking her to stay for longer.

She sighed. "Okay, fine, we can do one more game. And then I have to get going. We have dinner plans."

I cheered and dealt another hand for the both of us.

We talked longer, having nothing else to occupy our time with. She told me all about what music and movies she liked. It turned out that Tiffany was a huge film noir fan. She also really liked The Mamas and The Papas, which was surprising. I took her for more of a BeeGees or Hollies girl. She also loved The Beatles, but who didn't?

I gave her one last look and then she made her way to her room. As she walked out I thought about the men I was with. Who they were in actuality. I put aside the talent and the mythos that surrounded them. And I was left with this conclusion; they took advantage of these women who were in love with them. Even if they didn't want to admit it, I could see it in their faces, the familiar bloom of excitement that graced their features whenever they walked into the room.

Loralie was in love. It was a forbidden and tragic love, but love nonetheless. And I thought about what that did to a person, to fall in love time and time again, only to have them spit in your face. I'd heard whispers of Tiffany's past involvements. Vanilla Fudge, Deep Purple, and even Jefferson Airplane. It pained me to think of what she was giving away each time she fell. Not just her body, but her mind and her heart.

We had 45 minutes until check out and Jimmy was already packing his things, pacing around the small room. I could see all the gears in his head turning. He was wired, marching around frantically, looking for his clothing and bits and bobs he'd brought. This was the daily ritual. Every time we left a hotel he'd spend the last half-hour in a frenzy. I tried my best not to get in his way during these times. Whether it was all the anxiety coming out or a desperate plea for control, he wasn't himself in these times. But today was different. I had a bone to pick and a disregard for his feelings.

"Tiffany told me some interesting things."

"Oh yeah?" This rebuttal was haphazardly thrown my way, as he did not look up from the careful packing of his suitcase. His gaze was cast down into the set of green luggage. He had been unfolding and refolding the same 10 shirts.

"Yeah. She's from Spain, you're a man slut, and she wants to be a model." His hands stilled in the pile of garments. His face wrinkled like parchment and he sent me a nasty look as he picked his head up.

"I'm a what?"

"A man slut. She told me about your reputation."

"I hardly think that's any of her business."

"Maybe not. But I found it interesting."

"Well, tell her to stop her chattering. I don't like to be the topic of conversation." He said with a grimace as he folded a pair of pants.

His anger was amusing to me. Perhaps it was immature of me to pick at him because I was upset. I wouldn't tell him that it troubled me to hear of his past. We'd already had the conversation about him sleeping with other women. He always denied it and said he never thought of another woman since being with me. I wondered if it were true. The thought of it being a lie tore me apart. The thought of him being with another, the way Robert was, killed me.

"I'm sorry, I'm being immature." I didn't elaborate further.

"It's alright. Jesus, I can't fit these in here. I can't figure it out, it's the same amount as the last time I packed it!" He didn't ask me to go any further. I figured he wasn't really listening, or if he was it was only in the way of hearing me.

"Let me help you." I sighed and walked across the room to him. I took all of his things out of the suitcase and started to rearrange them. He stood over me, watching intently as I worked. "Can I help you?" I asked, stopping and looking at him. He uttered an apology and took a step back.

I finished packing his things and shut the suitcase, "There, all done." I patted his arm and stepped away.

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#jimmy page #jimmy page fanfic #jimmy page fanfiction #Jimmy Page smut #capricorn season #jimbert #classic rock fandom #classic rock fanfiction #classic rock imagine #classic rock imagines #robert plant #robert plant fanfiction #robert plant imagine

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cowboycarters · 1 month

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act iii will be crazy

#i can’t even imagine the features but i hope she calls robert plant #and corey taylor well yes

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shesarainbow · 1 year

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Louis Cyphre x Reader | 04

You and Louis are in his private garden. You had no idea he had one until he casually mentioned it. You were talking about how much you enjoy spending time in nature, so he suggested visiting his garden. He doesn’t like to talk about it because he believes others will not understand. Besides, he's a little jealous of this private space. He created it because he was actually envious of the Garden of Eden and wanted a place of his own. He enjoys spending time in the garden to relax and take a break from his busy schedule.

Louis is very proud of it and calls it his creation. There are numerous flowers and plants, but they all have share one feature: they are all black. Only a few have purple or crimson hues. He can spend hours explaining the various types of plants, particularly their names.

There are black bat-like Orchids, deep purple bell-shaped tubular Hyacinths, deep dark red Dahlias called Arabian Nights, Blacknights, Black Violets, Queen of the Night Tulips, Black Velvet Petunias, Midnight Ruffles, Primulas, Black Stars or Calla Lilies and other plants that bear names like Diabolo, Black Beauty, Black Coral, Black Prince, Night Embers, but his favourite is the one called Hello Darkness, a darkest Iris with its velvety, purple-black, ruffled flowers.

You think it’s lovely, a little gothic-looking perhaps. But you enjoy listening to Louis rattle off all these extravagant names. He knows a lot of things. However, the almost complete lack of colours creates a sense of melancholy.

“Don’t you like it?”

“No, it's—it’s beautiful, but it’s a little dark for me.”

“I see. Maybe I could add a touch of colour, what do you think?” before you can respond, he snaps his fingers, and more colourful plants and flowers appear from nowhere. You can’t contain your excitement.

“Oh, Louis… thank you! Can I collect them?”

“Of course, honey.”

The sound of heavy footsteps draws your attention; you’re about to turn around, but Louis gently places his hands on your shoulders. “I must leave for a moment. Don’t turn around, okay?” You hesitate for a moment, and he tightens his grip. “It’s for your own good, my love. Collect as many flowers as you want. I’ll be right back.”

You want to peek, but you're a little scared, so you obey him and begin collecting all those colourful flowers. You just had a brilliant idea and giggle in amusement.

Louis walks away to meet the demon who awaits him at the garden’s entrance. He’s in his non-human form and very scary. Louis is irritated by the interruption, but he lets him speak while turning to make sure you’re not looking. He doesn’t want you to get scared.

You keep picking the flowers and carefully intertwining their stems. You hope Louis enjoy this small gift.

“What are you doing?” Louis asks seriously, then immediately regrets it.

You jolt. Actually, you haven’t heard him return. You feel guilty, just like when you were little and made some trouble. You immediately hide your new creation behind your back, hoping he hasn’t already seen it.

“What are you hiding behind your back? What have you done?” he asks, winking.

“It’s a gift. Close your eyes.”

Louis smiles softly and does as you say. You giggle as you put it on his hair.

“You can open them now.” you say, smiling.

Louis opens his eyes, but obviously can’t see it, so he walks over to a small fountain and looks at his reflection. He gasps in surprise and brings his hand to his hair, which is adorned with a colourful flower garland. He’s really delighted with your gift and simply kisses you as he embraces you in his arms. “It’s very beautiful… thank you, my darling!”

“It really fits you, Louis.”

“I have something for you… come.” he says as he walks you through the garden until he finds what he’s looking for. Before you, there are various types of roses. Louis explains that even though they’re called black roses, they’re really just deep, dark shades of crimson, red, or purple, and he tells you that there are no black roses in nature.

“Choose the one you like.”

You’re conflicted about what to choose. They’re all lovely, but you choose the one with the deep red velvety petals and a very dark bud. The foliage is a dark green colour. Its strong smell intoxicates you.

“It’s called Black Magic.”

You reach out to pick it up, but you are stung by the rose’s thorns.

“Ouch!”

Louis takes your finger, a drop of blood falls out, and he sucks the blood from the cut. “You must be careful, honey.” then he takes the rose, removes the thorns, and places it behind your ear.

You go back to the fountain, and reflect yourself in the water.

“You can come here whenever you want, love. If only—” Louis freezes suddenly. Another visitor requests his presence. “Just stay here, okay?” he strokes your cheek with his finger, and you simply nod while staring at your reflection.

Louis sighs deeply as he approaches the newcomer, who faces him with a little grin. Louis raises a puzzled eyebrow, then realizes why the other can’t help but chuckle softly. He’s not amused by his expression and keeps staring at him, serious.

“What do you find so amusing? You’ve never seen a flower garland?” he scolds him in a stern, emotionless voce. The demon’s smile vanishes almost instantly. “So, what’s the matter?” he asks, but the other is distracted by your presence. The demon keeps staring at you while forming abominable thoughts about you in his mind. Louis notices how he looks at you and what he’s really thinking and loses his temper. He grabs him and shoves him behind a large bush. “Don’t you dare—don't you dare even look at her!” he hisses at him before releasing his grip, causing the demon to fall on the ground. “If I find out that you or your friends defy me in any way, I’ll personally torture you.” he says as he watches him walk away. “And tell them I don’t want to be disturbed under any circumstances, understood?”

“Louis? Look, a butterfly!” you exclaim excitedly as you play with a small black butterfly that flutters around you.

“'Coming, my dear...”

Louis pants angrily and attempts to calm down before returning to you. He hugs you too tightly from behind and kisses your temple.

“Hey, you’re squeezing me!”

“I’m sorry…” he lets you go of his grip. “What we were talking about?”

You shrug your shoulders.

Louis remains silent and stares at you. He’s like hypnotized.

“What is it? I’ve something on my hair—what is it?” you cry out alarmed.

“Shhh, it’s nothing, my love.” he whispers as he places his fingers an inch above your head, seemingly touching the air.

“Louis, what are you doing?” you can’t help but laugh. Louis’ face suddenly lights up.

“Keep laughing… oh, that’s so beautiful!”

“What is beautiful?”

“Your aura.”

Your pupils immediately dilate. “Could you describe it for me?”

“Of course, love—it’s like, well, it's like a kaleidoscope, with all these different colours intertwined like a rainbow, flowing above your hair and around your entire body. Today they’re brighter than other days. I assume you feel happy, don’t you? You love this place…it’s really a shame you can’t see it.”

“Like a fluid painting?”

“Exactly!”

“What colour is yours?”

Louis hesitates a bit. “It’s not as beautiful as yours.”

“Come on, tell me!”

“It’s mostly black with red flashes. And—wait a moment, there’s also a little shade of green.” he exclaims surprised.

“Oh, I love green! Yours is beautiful too!”

“You really think so?”

You nod smiling. Louis leans in for a passionate kiss, you go with the flow and close your eyes, kissing him back.

He leads you to a small alcove, surrounded by elderberry bushes. Louis gently seats you on the soft pillows, continues to kiss you while unbuttoning your blouse.

Before going any further, he makes eye contact with you, asking silently for your permission. You nod, smiling. All your worries have gone and you finally feel ready. He smiles back and kisses your lips once more. The next moment, you are walking on air, feeling the essence of pleasure mixed with pure happiness. You savor every moment, and at the end, you simply feel calm and fulfilled. Louis is hugging and stroking your hair next to you. None of you talks. There is no need for words. Only you and him, simply breathing slowly and living this precious moment, surrounded by silence in this lovely garden.

#louis cyphre #robert de niro #louis cyphre x reader #robert de niro x reader #de niro #louis cyphre imagine #angel heart #robert de niro imagine #fanfic #angel heart 1987 #i want to live here #surrounded by flowers and plants #🥰

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Too Good For Me 𓆩♡𓆪 (Jimmy Page x Reader)

A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you guys are doing good! Just a couple things, please request any stories of any 80's or 90's bands you guys like. And lastly, thanks 4 the support. Hope you enjoy this spicy fanfic of Jimmy Page <3

T/W: Sex (of course), pet names, and cussing (Reader Discretion is advised)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

College has been having you beat, all the exams and tests make you have to study every night. All you wanted to do was relax for a day with your roommate Jimmy. Jimmy was originally your friend when you lived in London. Then the two of you moved to the U.S. together to study abroad. Though the two of you went to different universities. The two of you still came back home to the same apartment to hang out with each other. Jimmy was always your crush but you kept it secret for so long. You thought Jimmy was too good for you. He played guitar, was kind, smart, and would always do anything for you. People would often even assume you two were dating, but that's yet to happen.

One night, you came home from a long days of lectures and studies. All you wanted to do was relax maybe watch some movies. You walked through the apartment door, and you saw Jimmy's shoes near the door meaning he was home too. You sighed, kicked off your shoes, and hung up your coat. Then you heard a bedroom door open. It was Jimmy walking out of his room. You assumed he just woke up because his hair was a mess and he was wearing only a bathrobe and shorts. "Hey love, how was your day?" Jimmy said walking over to you. You weren't happy at all, it was a Friday but you just seemed so worn out.

"Not good, god I'm so fucking sick and tired of all these exams and studying I have to do. When will I get a fucking break?" you said angrily while throwing your papers and books on the kitchen table nearby. "Aww, it's okay darling. All your hard work will be paid off soon. I think you're doing an amazing job." Jimmy said while hugging you and stroking your hair. Jimmy had always been supportive of you. He was supportive when you said you wanted to move to the states for studying. "Jimmy, how was your day?" you asked while letting go and walking over to the kitchen to make tea. "It was good, however my partners for a music writing project are arseholes," Jimmy said while running his finger through his hair. You boiled some water and took out a mug.

"Well, if they're assholes then turn in your own work. I believe you can do it since you are good at songwriting." You said while ripping open a tea packet. Jimmy smiles and walks behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist. Jimmy rests his chin on your shoulder. You blush hard, Jimmy is never usually like this. He would always give you hugs. But never this. "Jimmy, what are you doing?" you said looking at him. "Y/N, I know things have been stressful. Why don't I make things less stressful for you?" Jimmy said while nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. You breathe in slowly, and you feel your heart race.

Jimmy kisses the inner part of your neck lightly. You groan quietly and quickly cover your mouth in embarrassment. Jimmy smiled at the sound of you, Jimmy grabbed your hands from your mouth and pinned them to the counter. "Don't be embarrassed sweetie, I want to hear you," Jimmy said in a low voice. Jimmy lifts his head up from your neck. Your face was still red from him kissing your neck. Jimmy kisses your soft lips and runs his hands down your thighs. The kiss deepened, and Jimmy lifted you onto the kitchen counter. You pulled away from the kiss.

"Jimmy, are you sure you want to do this?" You asked shyly. Jimmy smiled and pulled your face in closer. "Y/N, I know you like me and you know what? I like you too. Everyone knows it. So why not now?" Jimmy said in a low tone again. You looked down in embarrassment. "I always thought you were too good for me." You said with your head still down. Jimmy lifts up your chin so he can see you. "Y/N, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. You are smart, kind, and independent. I thought you were too good for me. I'm just a loser guitarist." Jimmy said with a smile. You blush harder, Jimmy notices and chuckles. "So what do you think? Shall we continue where we were?" Jimmy said as he rubbed your thighs. You nodded. Jimmy leans in closer and kisses the crook of your neck again. Then the kiss turns into nibbling.

Jimmy sucked and bit down lightly on your sensitive skin. You groan and whine quietly. Jimmy didn't like how you were quiet so he bit down harder. Causing you to full-on moan. Jimmy smiles in your neck and runs his hands down your shorts. He slowly slips off your shorts and underwear. Then you remove your shirt. Causing you to only wear a bra. Jimmy removes his shorts as well. Jimmy stops for a second and admires how your body looks. "Darling, you're stunning." He whispers in your ear. Jimmy pulls you in closer and kisses your lips again. Jimmy slowly slides his member in, causing you to wince. You never told Jimmy but you were a virgin and he can tell. "It's your first time isn't it?" Jimmy said slowly thrusting in and out. You moan as a response.

"I'll take it slow for you, love," Jimmy said thrusting slowly. You moan at any slightest movement. "J-Jimmy can you go faster?" you called out breathing heavily. Jimmy complies and goes faster. Thrusting in and out hitting your spot every time causing you to almost scream. However, Jimmy wasn't silent either. Jimmy groaned and moaned deeply. Without you asking, Jimmy went faster than before. You grabbed tightly onto Jimmy's back hard enough to leave red marks. Jimmy loved the feeling of being on top of you. You were always shy and timid but now you're screaming your lungs out calling out his name in pleasure. "Ugh god, Jimmy you're so good." You screamed out. "Darling, you're doing so amazing for me." Jimmy huffed out. Jimmy trusted for a couple minutes until you almost feel your climax. "J-Jimmy! I'm about to come!" You huffed out.

Jimmy cradled you and continued to thrust. "Me too love, you can come whenever." Jimmy panted out. After a few more thrusts, you climaxed and rode out your climax. Jimmy smiled and pulled out. You grabbed his member and started to move your hand up and down. Jimmy groaned and bit his bottom lip. You moved your hand faster down his member. Causing Jimmy to arch his back. "God Y/N, you're so fucking good." Jimmy huffed out. "Yeah, what's my name, big boy?" You teasingly said. "Y/N! Y/N!" Jimmy screamed loudly. "God, Y/N I'm going to come!" He said while his back arched harder. "Then come for me," you said moving faster than before. After a few strokes, Jimmy came all over your hand. It was warm and sticky. Jimmy took a few seconds to ride out the high of his climax. Jimmy was panting hard. You smiled and pulled him closer. You kissed his soft lips and stoked his hair.

"Y/N, that was amazing. You were amazing." Jimmy said while he wrapped his arms around your neck pulling you in closer. You blushed and cuddled your head into his shoulder. Jimmy chuckles and bridal carries you to the bathroom. "I'm going to clean you up, and maybe clean myself too," Jimmy said while carrying you to the nearest bathroom. You chuckle and blush. "Jimmy, I love you." You said in a shy tone. "I love you too Y/N" Jimmy said while gently placing you on the bathroom sink. Jimmy grabs a nearby towel and turns on the bathtub. After a few minutes, the bath was ready. Jimmy picks you up again and places you in the bathtub. Jimmy hands you some soap and a loofa to clean yourself. Meanwhile, he got up and went over to the sink, and cleaned himself. After a few minutes of the bath, you were done.

"Jimmy sweetheart, could you get me a towel? And maybe some fresh clothes too?" You called out from the bathroom. After a few minutes, Jimmy walks into the bathroom holding a towel and a fresh batch of clothes. "There you go, dear," Jimmy said handing you the things. You dry yourself off and put on the fresh pair of clothes Jimmy handed you. But you noticed the shirt you were wearing was Jimmy's. It smelt like him. You walk out of the bathroom and quickly Jimmy bridal carries you again and takes you to his bedroom. He lays you on his bed and quickly gets in bed also. You lay down on his comfy bed and you feel Jimmy wrap his arms around you and pulls you in closer to him. "Goodnight Jimmy sweetie," you said while kissing his lips one last time. "Goodnight Y/N, my darling," Jimmy said kissing your neck. You chuckle and fall asleep in his arms.

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