#Jimbert fanfiction

[laluxea]

Morocco, Redux - LuxeApocalypse, bron_yr_aur - Led Zeppelin [Archive of Our Own]

[laysidel-dekie]

The fans of his lashes veiled his gaze as he lowered it emphatically to Robert’s lips, turmoil written all over his serious, beautiful face.

— Out Of Sight

[chromations]

"He doesn’t want to be that boy, that peacock anymore, can’t handle the possibility of Jimmy going down that same path again, or any chance of losing Jason like his father had gone."

Title: Heroes, Just for One Day

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Fandoms: Led Zeppelin

Relationships: Jimmy Page/Robert Plant (if you squint, implied)

Characters: Robert Plant, Jimmy Page

Additional Tags: Drunkenness, Alcohol, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Panic Attacks, (sorta) - Freeform, Men Crying, Phone Calls & Telephones, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt, Whump, 2007, Guilt

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-04-07 Words: 1,835 Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Robert finds himself drinking and looking through past memories after the O2 reunion show. Never a man fond for drinking to get drunk, he doesn't cope well once he ends up in such a state, guilt and fear pushing him to make a phone call to a long friend during the long hours of the night.

[talesofbron]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Led Zeppelin Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jimmy Page/Robert Plant Characters: Robert Plant, Magnet Ward, Peter Grant, Jimmy Page, Clive Coulson, Ray Thomas, Mick Hinton, John Bonham, John Paul Jones Additional Tags: 1974, Recording, PWP, A little bit of angst, as promised the writing of trampled under foot, In My Time of Dying, usual apologies to maureen wilson charlotte martin and this time krissie wood

Summary:

Set during a recording session for Physical Graffiti. As usual, takes place in my canonverse, so Robert and Jimmy are Roberting and Jimmying. This is another reimagining of an old fic, which is also uploaded on here; the original version was written I want to say 12 or so years ago, and I wanted to take another stab at it. Not a super elaborate fic; mostly PWP, with some silliness, angst, and music thrown in for sport.

[theoriginaleppieblack-blog]

Okay, Paradox fans, here are some very very rare pics for you-- A Very Special Holiday Present! From an inside source, close to the band, I have stills from the 1976 Rosie O' Dell Christmas Special which, as we all know was only broadcast one single time on the ABC Network on November 27, 1976 at 8 pm EST. That's it. No repeat broadcast, no video release, no bootlegs, no grainy betamax copies surfacing on youtube, nothing, nada, zilch. Both the band and Ms. O' Dell (and later her estate) have kept the lid tight on this one despite the fact that it was key to relaunching O' Dell's career and was also Paradox's first U.S. television appearance.

But that was really it, wasn't it - Paradox did not do TV as a strict rule. They would not appear on U.S. television again for another 20 years and that for a special edition of MTV's Unplugged. But they made this one exception -- for Rosie. This was because she was a good friend to the band and had been essential help to them after Tristam Lindsay and Alexander Logan were seriously injured in a car accident outside O'Dell's adopted hometown of Aspen, Colorado. Out of gratitude, they appeared in the special, but since she valued their friendship, she agreed to never let it be seen again.

Even so, on the momentum of the special, the previously nearly retired former radio star signed a three picture deal with 20th Century Fox to make the three "Don't Mess With Mother Nature" Movies costarring Karen Carpenter. Rosie was a trooper of the old old school and kept working until her 100th Birthday when she played a sold-out show at Caesar's Palace (famously attended by Tristam Lindsay and Alexander Logan). Recently, as Paradox asses their own Fifty-Year legacy, they have been thinking about Ms. Rosie O'Dell with great fondness and reassessing her influence on the band.

[thepinkwriterr]

Capricorn Season Chapter Thirty

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She liked the beard. He looked rugged, in his own special way. The appeal of his beauty was always the defiled innocence of his smooth face. When he told her that he was growing it out she thought he would look horrible. But when she saw him she didn't think that at all.

She was laying on her stomach on the bed, feet in the air, and kicking them like a schoolgirl. He was sitting on the floor in front of the mirror, doing his hair and getting ready for the day.

"Have I ever told you how much I love the beard?" She asked, locking eyes with his reflection.

He smiled and turned to look at her. "No, you haven't. I was getting a bit nervous that you hadn't said anything about it yet." "Well, I love it," she kissed the top of his head, "Now I've said something." "I'm glad you do. I think it looks nice." "You look like a sexy professor like that." She was referring to his outfit. He wore a white dress shirt, complete with ruffles, and a nice pair of trousers. "That's kind of the look I was going for. Scarf or no scarf?" He held up a green silk scarf. She thought it complimented his outfit well and told him so. He nodded and began to tie it. "You should try it like this." She reached her hands around his neck.

His breath hitched as her hands brushed against his skin. The scent of her filled his nose, an unmistakable smell that only she possessed. It was floral and vanilla. He always thought it was wonderful. He thought it could be a mix of her shampoo and deodorant.

"That looks marvelous, thank you." He spoke breathlessly.

They had been together for eight months and she still made him dizzy and fumbling. He couldn't deny her effect, didn't want to. She smiled sweetly and sat back on the pillows, continuing the reading of her book. How could she be so unceremonious, so laid back, when she was absolutely breathtaking?  She was stunning, certainly the most beautiful woman he had seen, but didn't seem to care. She thought this way about him too. She often thought how he didn't seem to be cognizant of how wonderful he really looked. Sometimes he was even insecure, which was always a laugh for her. The only time he looked poorly was when he chose a bad outfit, which she always had something to say about. "You need to change. A red scarf clashes with a yellow top and the plaid printed pants don't match anything you're wearing!" "No, the red scarf matches the red pants. There is yellow in my pants and yellow on my top. It goes together." "Fine, but you're the one who is going to look bad." "I don't look bad!" "That outfit is a disaster. I don't want you to leave the hotel like that." She was mostly joking, ending in a laugh. But it was true! He looked terrible. "Is this criticism or care?" "Care, I promise. Trust me, Jimmy, it looks bad." "I disagree." He shrugged, "And I'm wearing it to the show." "Alright, but it's your fashion funeral." His outfit today looked much better. His colors matched and he was presentable. "Love, I think you should start getting ready. We have to leave soon." "I think I'll just go like this." "Can I give you some fashion advice?" "Oh, no. Does my outfit look that poor?" She laughed.

He grimaced, gesturing to tell her "a little bit". "Fine, I'll change. What is the weather like?" "Hot. It's August." "Good point." 

She chose a pair of shorts and a short top. The shirt she wanted to wear was in Lorelei's possession. She didn't mind, because she had asked. Robert and Jimmy never did. Yesterday she caught Robert sifting through her clothes! "Um, what are you doing?" She had been watching him rifling through her things like a rat. He jumped at the sound of her voice.

"Oh, Jesus, you scared me!" "I ask again, what are you doing?" She shifted her weight and put her hand on her hip. "Looking for something to wear." "Can you at least ask? Jeez. What do you want?" "That flowery blouse you wore last week." "Robert, you can't fit in that!" "Yes, I can! I'm slim." "Fine," She threw the balled-up shirt at him, "but if you stretch it out I'm killing you." "I won't, I swear." He did. She looked at the blouse now, wearing a frown. It still fit, although now loose and frumpy. Perhaps she'd just have Richard do her laundry and he would shrink it for her. He was a lousy tour mother.

He took more of a liking to her than Grant but still didn't cater to her, but Jimmy did not enjoy the way he looked at and talked about her. He had made it clear from the first day she joined that he found her attractive. He first justified the uncomfortable interaction with the notion that she was a lovely girl and he would just have to get used to people finding her fit. But Richard took it too far-- as he often did. "Jimmy, you got the best out of all the guys. Don't tell them I said that." "What does that mean?" "She's a photographer, so she's good to keep in your back pocket, she's a looker, and sweet. The way she takes care of you...Man, I need to get one of those." "And what does that mean?" He asked with a raised brow. "Y'know, I need to get a girl like that. And with her figure-" "Rich! That's his girl." Bonzo spoke for Jimmy. "My bad." He laughed. Jimmy tried his best to shuffle his anger away but it didn't work. He could feel the ugly hands of jealousy creeping in. This wasn't helped when they went to a club and men seemed to overlook him, hitting on Gwen even when they were holding hands. He was getting angrier and more jealous by the day.

He brought this to her attention, telling her it was getting hard to handle. She laughed and scoffed, and shook her head. When he asked what was the matter, the bitter bite of anger rearing at her reaction, she told him, "I have to deal with women literally trying to tear your clothes off. Do you know how many women I see literally asking to sleep with you and shrugging me off? And they're not sloppy men in a club, they're beautiful women scantily dressed. Thousands of people cheer and scream for you every single night. Women pray to god for a chance to even touch you. You know how hard that is for me?" He had thought about this, of course, but he couldn't see how that was relevant at this moment. When he told her this she seemed angry.

"You're not listening to how I feel." He exerted.

"I am, I understand. But I'm telling you that you have to get over it. I have to."

"It's not the same." He crossed his arms and pouted.

"You're right, it's worse."

"I'm a celebrity. You agreed to date me. You knew what you were getting into."

"And I'm a pretty girl. You knew what you were getting into." She crossed her arms now. They were both pouting. They'd given up trying to have an adult conversation, instead resigning to childish behavior and scoffs.

She thought about this interaction as she put on her shoes. His logical fallacy was amusing to her now, simply a musing that was pushed into the past. They'd both learned to get over their silly feelings of jealousy. At least

she

had. She hoped he had, but didn't know how untrue her thoughts were.

That night, after the show, another fit would strike. The concert had gone well, not having any interruptions or issues. Gwen took some nice photos and had a great time. Their energy always inspired her and spurred her to take wonderful photos.

As they were entranced by the music flowering from their fingertips they struck natural poses. They tried their best to face the audience, partly for her frames, partly for the audience. It was hard, though, they were so tight-knit and worked best when it was just them. Their shows felt like jam sessions when they first started, but as the audiences grew, so did the space between them.

After the show, they went to a club, as was becoming usual. Some towns didn't have good clubs or parties and those were the nights they partied together. But this was Texas and the parties were

superb

, as Robert put it.

Gwen wore her shorts and top from earlier in the day and Lorelei was in a pretty dress. The guys had showered and changed, a short detour on their way to the club. She was not excited to be packed into a sweaty lounge with loud music. They'd just been in the same environment and she didn't know why they had to go back. She wanted to wind down with a nice shower and a good book after a show.

Perhaps they were too filled with adrenaline to be that calm. She knew about this rush, not only because they'd detailed it to her before, but because Jimmy was wired after a show. He was borderline manic, his eyes wide and his mouth going a mile a minute. It was a natural drug, one that gave his reserved personality a spark.

He was charged after a show, particularly his sex drive, which was insane when the lights went out. He had detailed to her how carnal performing was. And he proved it. They weren't even back to the hotel and he would be trying to rip her clothes off. She would protest, telling him they were in public. He would shrug and continue to kiss her. She pushed him back, further exerting that he was sweaty and stinky and would need to shower before she would even consider sleeping with him. Tonight was no different.

He wanted her more than ever. His eyes drifted to her exposed legs, long and taut. He transfixed his eyes on her chest, considering it as a resting place for his tired hands. When he attempted this she slapped his hand away.

How could one person get so sweaty? He was dripping buckets! He could perform stark nude and he'd still come out slippery and stinky. He was like a caught fish.

After he was fresh and cleaned off, she allowed him to kiss her. He gladly devoured her lips in a hungry display of virile fervor. She could rise a dead man from his tomb with those lips, he thought. He was grateful she let him kiss her. He was desperate for any kind of contact with her.

She laughed and told him to get that thing down before they got to the club. She stopped kissing him, despite his whimpering protests. He was staring at her as they walked into the club. She looked wonderful. Never before had she looked this way. Although, he thought that with each passing day. Her beauty grew, swelling until it reached a sweltering heat that choked him. She was far too beautiful to be real or to be his. He'd found an angel amongst men. Someone had begun to threaten this beauty. A man, a bumbling fool, was grabbing at her. They were on the dancefloor and Jimmy was not sharing. He saw Gwen's face, scared and wanting to hide away. Still drunk on adrenaline and filled with jealousy, Jimmy pushed the guy aside with heavy force. "I'm sorry about that, Darling. But you are mine once more." He smiled. This victory was short-lived. The man came back around quickly, angry with Jimmy. "She's my girlfriend. Fuck off." He did not mince words. He was drunk and malice dripped from his tongue. She could smell the whiskey from where she was standing. It was not an attractive sight.

"My apologies, man. I didn't know she had a man." "So you'll respect me now? Just because I have a man." She spoke loudly as to be heard over the music.

He looked at her with a disgruntled expression.

"Well? Are you just going to look at me like you're stupid?" She widened her eyes, looking at him with a furrowed brow.

"You're a bitch." He said simply, sneering with disgust. He couldn't believe she would be so brazen.

Jimmy sobered with those words, now stricken with fury. He was not a physical man and would not often resort to violence. "Don't speak to her that way. You need to leave, right now." His words were cutting, his eyes lowering into menacing slits.

"Are you going to make me, cheerios?" "What? That doesn't even make sense. And never mind that. I won't, but he will." Jimmy pointed him in the direction of Peter. Gwen now understood why having him in your corner was a good idea. When things got ugly you needed a guy like him. "You can leave on your own or his accord."

Jimmy's gaze got Peter's attention and he headed over to them in short strides. "This guy bothering you?" He asked, his voice was sharp and intimidating. His size was suddenly noticeable, his voice as round and sonorous as his body.

"Yeah," Jimmy said.

Without hesitation, Peter picked the guy up and threw him over his shoulder. He looked like a child, so small and defenseless in his grasp. This made Gwen laugh, loosening her grasp on Jimmy's arm. She had been clinging to him in fear. Random drunk men approaching her wasn't any less uncomfortable for her than it was for him.

"Are you alright, love?" Peter asked when he was back in their presence. He had thrown the guy on the pavement, placing him down haphazardly. He hadn't even broken a sweat.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you." She smiled appreciatively. Who knows what would have happened if Peter hadn't come to her rescue? Jimmy wasn't exactly the burly type.

"Don't worry, girl, I'll always be here if that happens again." Peter clapped a surprisingly gentle hand on her shoulder and went back to his place next to Bonzo.

Jimmy turned back, gloating with a smile. Gwen was not as happy. She was filled with bitterness. A mixture of her discomfort and a general disdain for her environment was making her unhappy. Her mind couldn't help but wander to all of these uncomfortable places. Her discomfort was palpable as she stared into space. The familiar feeling of strange hands made her insides cringe. She pushed her feelings down and tried to get through this unbearable night. The club was not a place to fight.

-

The next morning her anger erupted. It must have been building all night, stacking up while she slept. She could feel the weight of her dread when she woke. It was a metric ton of bricks on her chest. She didn't want to bother Jimmy this early in the morning. Not only was she angry and bitter, but anxious about letting it out. She didn't want to bite his head off but also didn't want to suppress it.

She could still feel those terrible hands on her body. It made her skin erupt into a flaming rash of anxiety. Her breathing was heavy and labored. Her limbs could not stop fidgeting. What seemed like a small advance lead to a shattering of her mental state. That man was not trying to flirt, he intended to shake her.

And she was shaken. She trembled like a leaf throughout the night and into the light stretch of the morning sun. Breakfast did not help. Bonzo was especially nasty that day. Before she'd even gotten down to eat he was talking shit. She heard him talking to Robert, saying one of the worst things she'd ever heard about herself. "She's a carpenter's wet dream. Flat like a board and in need of a screw." He bellowed with a guttural laugh. She could hear the smile in his voice.

Her first instinct was to pounce. But she didn't. She waited. She wanted to hear what everyone would say. Robert spoke first, "Bonzo, that is horrible."

Jimmy and Jonesy said nothing.

Last night was bad enough, to be treated as an object and only defended for some cheap honor. Jimmy wasn't defending her, he was defending his manhood. How dare someone touch his precious doll that sat on his little shelf? His reluctance, rather than his refusal, to defend her in a meaningful way was shown to her. He said nothing when it mattered.

Her face contorted with the weight of betrayal. She wasn't so hurt by what Bonzo said, but more so by Jimmy's silence. This had far surpassed a few teasing comments. Bonzo hated her, hated Jimmy's girlfriend and he didn't seem to care.

They turned at the sound of her shuffling feet in the doorway. They saw her pained expression. This pleased Bonzo. He was content to know his shot had landed on the target.

He got a twisted pleasure from hurting her. It was a special treat for a lone audience. On the days that he imbibed early in the morning, he attacked her.

She turned away with hot tears brewing on her lashline, quiet steps rushing from the scene.

The room was quiet now. They shuffled their eyes, passing awkward glances around. Robert broke the tension, as he often did. He found it hard to always be the peacekeeper, the jester, and the pretty one. But these roles needed to be filled, and he was multifaceted.

"You should go talk to her."

Jimmy grimaced and burned in hot anger. Who was Robert to tell him what he should do with his own girlfriend? He knew what was best for his relationship! But he stood with a huff and went to their room.

When he was out of their sight he broke into a fast-paced walk. He knew he was in trouble, he knew he was in the wrong. Perhaps that's why things played out the way they did. He didn't want to be wrong. He would rather die than apologize.

He was on her heels, in the room before she could even shut the door.

When he entered she just looked at him. She was overcome with feelings.

She just wanted to scream at him. "Gwen-" "Don't. Just don't. I don't want some half-assed apology." "I'm sorry." "I said I don't want it. I'm sick of you not standing up for me. Do you know how embarrassing that is? I heard what he said." She tried her best to remain calm. "I just don't know what to say." "You sure knew what to say last night." "What does that mean?" His expression was causing anger to churn inside her. It was a poorly plugged drain. The stopper was beginning to lose its seal and she soon would explode. "You can defend me when your honor is in question. This has never been about me, it's been about your ego. When your ego is concerned, you will say something. You don't care about me! You only care about yourself." Her voice raised in pitch as she spoke. "We're having this conversation again? That is not true! And you know it isn't. It's not the same when it's your friend." "Robert stood up for me. It's clearly not an issue for him." "What are you implying?" "Nothing." "Oh, c'mon, you were so brazen before. Don't be so shy now." "No, I didn't mean anything by it. He stood up for me and you didn't." "I think you meant something entirely different." "Like what?" She prodded.

She had waded into dangerous territory. No longer was this an argument about the topic at hand. They were taking jabs at one another due to unspoken feelings. She could feel the energy shifting to something nasty.

"I used to think Robert was just flirting with you because he's a whore, but now I see the truth. He's in love with you!" "In love with me? Jimmy, was just sticking up for me. You couldn't even do that." "No, you don't get it. Men don't do nice things for women unless they want something from them. He wants to take you to bed." "You sound crazy!" "I'm crazy? You're the one yelling at Bonzo and getting an attitude with me!" "Well, I think you have a problem with Robert because you feel inferior. You think he's more of a man than you and you're worried he's going to take me from you." "Maybe if you didn't dress that way he wouldn't be throwing himself all over you. Maybe Grant would take you more seriously." "I cannot fucking believe you. You've reached a new low." Her tone dropped, laying flat where her emotions lie.

She was hurt. She knew this wasn't how he truly felt, he was trying to hurt her. With nothing left to say, she left the room. Their room was no longer a place where love could be facilitated. She had to escape.

She left Jimmy's grasp immediately and directly to Robert's room. She placed three sharp knocks on the door.

It revealed a damp Lorelei. Her curls were stringy and wet, dangling down at her cheeks. Her face and arms were flecked with drops of water.

"Hey, girl, is everything alright?" She asked, scrunching her hair with a white towel. She had another one wrapped around her torso.

Gwen stepped in with apprehension. "Lore, there's something I need to tell you." She stood in the doorway, a look on her face that scared Lorelei.

----

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[led-topia]

jimbert fanfiction

Title: Killed by Death.

Summary: “Purgatory has nothing to do with hell, where those who have already been condemned actually go. The souls go to purgatory when their end has not yet been decreed. It is a last chance.”

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[101icestar]

Jimbert Fanfiction Idea

This is based off of a dream I had, but it's warped just a bit for the sake of making it an actual fanfiction idea (I was going to write it, but eventually lost motivation)

For context, Jimmy has psychic powers, and is able to tell the future via his dreams, but hasn't realized his abilities yet.

The way Jimmy discovers these powers is through a dream that turns out to come true the moment he wakes up. He's in a house, and the lighting's dim. Torches light up the room due to the lack of lightbulbs. Jimmy tries to touch a pack of them, but they disintegrate in his hands. Confused, he asks the people in the room about it. Someone answers, telling Jimmy that all man-made light has been completely wiped out, leaving only natural things (eg. sunlight, fire) to light up the world. Jimmy is told that the only way to restore the artificial light is to find shards of light, all corresponding to the colors of the rainbow. However, just as Jimmy is about to embark on his quest, he falls through a hole, and wakes up.

Robert is there when Jimmy wakes up, and as he explains the dream, he realizes that the light inside of the room is completely gone. He tries turning on a flashlight, but it disintegrates in his hands, just like in the dream. Jimmy tries it again, but with gloves, yet the same thing happens. Jimmy lights a candle, which then lights up. Confused, Jimmy tries to think of a solution, but then he remembers his dream. And so, with Robert, the two prepare to search for these "shards of light" the moment dawn strikes.

Jimmy is surprisingly educated on this topic, and he explains certain topics to Robert as they go through their journey.

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First off, my name is Carys, I'm 22 and I'm from the United Kingdom. I've been writing fanfiction for 10 years. I started off on MJFiction.com writing Michael Jackson fanfic, and I found I absolutely loved it!

I'm autistic and am absolutely riddled with undiagnosed ADHD, but I don't bang on about it, so don't worry. I rarely ever talk about it. That being said, without having autistic special interests, I wouldn't be here writing for you all!

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I write fanfiction about Robert Plant and Brian May, which is what my blog is mainly centred around.

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Peace Lovin' Guy Series

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Book 2: Get Your Heart Beating (completed, in the process of uploading on Tumblr)

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Honey Bee ** | Part 1 Part 2

Little Wayward Girl **

Daddy's Attention **

Aphrodite **

To Love So Completely (Masterlist)

Cherry Lips **

The High Life **

Fine Wine **

Spotlight **

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To Love So Completely | fic board

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Got My Timing Right (PLG Book 3) | fic board

Little Wayward Girl | fic board

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Aphrodite | fic board

Cherry Lips | fic board

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Fine Wine | fic board

Spotlight | fic board

To Love So Completely | fic playlist

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Suffer and Brew

I Did It Again

Turn Out The Lights

Still Alive

Royalty

Blood To My Vein

I Deserve It

Someday

You'll Never Be Loved

Antidote

If I Die

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@celestial-dragoness writes some fantastic Robert Plant fanfiction, and is one of the sweetest people ever. She's also a talented crocheter :p

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@callmethehunter has great Zeppelin content, like analyses, reblogs, thoughts, um... studies of sorts... and is just an all around genuine person.

@brownskinsugarplum76 again has very realistic and steamy Rob fics.

@nature-and-music is an amazingly talented writer, and I suggest indulging to your heart's content.

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Farm Frolics: A Fearsome Flashback Fest 2023!

Happy Halloween and Merry Samhain to all Farm Frolics readers and followers! 🎃👻🦇

I'm reposting a seasonal selection of chapters for those among you who are new to the FF/WFC-verse, and for anyone else who might fancy reading or revisiting them tonight. To be accompanied, naturally, by a glass of blood-red wine, a flickering Jack o' Lantern... and who knows, a certain mischievous moggy or two might be prowling around somewhere...🙀

Have a good one, enjoy the eve, don't overindulge too much, stay safe and warm and see you soon!

[laysidel-dekie]

Robert: I like Jimmy just the way he is 😇💙

*Jimmy blinks his lashes someone else's way*

also Robert: 👿🤬🤬🤬👺😖😤

(oos – chapter2)

[chromations]

"As though a prison in his mind keeps confession in a labyrinth, just as Minos had been trapped within. Trouble might arise if he lets it out. Even worse, disbelief, failure to understand. He’d been told this before, time and time again: Nobody would believe him."

Title: Whiskey Tinged Scars

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Fandom: Led Zeppelin

Relationships: Jimmy Page/Robert Plant, Charlotte Martin (Artist)/Jimmy Page

Characters: Jimmy Page, Robert Plant

Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Past Domestic Violence, Scars, Implied/Referenced Sex, Nightmares, Alcohol, Self-Doubt, Internalized Homophobia, but that's minor., Not exactly shippy but it's there., Cuddling & Snuggling, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Hurt, Whump, 1975, specifically 3.11.75, Inspired/Based upon what I read of actual events (charlotte slapping and throwing jimmy around), Canon Compliant, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Nudity, somehow the nudity became symbolic

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-04-07 Words: 1,580 Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

The times Jimmy sees Charlotte are far and few between tours and shows. Maybe it's for the better, as he breaks down to Robert when he finds a suspicious set of scars after a successful lay after a much raunchy show.

[officialpenisenvy]

presence 1976 aka the first jimbert fanfiction in recorded history

[talesofbron]

Question: would anyone be interested in some fresh tooth decay, if I felt like adding some more episodes to "Page and Plant Genuinely Like Each Other" ?

[theoriginaleppieblack-blog]

Happy Belated Birthday, Mr. Jones.

From Duncan Cameron and Paradox.