#ask me about Jimbert

[leveebreak-s]

"a stolen kiss" (from lullaby...and the ceaseless roar) HAS to be about Jimmy and i'm sorry there is litchrully no way that it isn't...

a song that will never die? the dichotomy between the gentle lullaby and the ceaseless roar (robert being the lion)

"how long has it been this way" about 45 years give or take

the recurring motif of time running out (if you haven't read the meta i'm gonna need you to get caught up

WHILE WE'RE AT IT let's talk about Somebody There, which makes reference fields of plenty (so long ago and out of sight), walking another mile (come one and dance another mile), call to me, guide me...DWYT and Somebody There are sister songs and I'm literally 5000% sure about this. FFS there's a cup mentioned...

I know this post is utterly incoherent to anyone who hasn't taken Jimbert 101 but just. take my hand. if you know what to look for it's as clear as day.

[ledhead94]

I’m probably definitely opening a can of worms by asking this, but here goes…

Serious question to all Jimbert truthers: if Jimmy and Robert were actually romantically and/or sexually involved during the Zeppelin era, why are there literally no rumors, no gossip, no speculation, nothing outside of modern Tumblr? There are certainly cases of clandestine queer relationships among classic rockers, but generally those cases spawn rumors out the wazoo well before anything is confirmed (case in point, Mick Jagger and David Bowie, whom we now know had a flaming affair back in the day, but about whom there was speculation since the very start).

I just…don’t buy the idea that Jimmy and Robert could keep a flaming affair of the magnitude that (most) Jimbert truthers believe in completely secret for years on end while also being the two leading men for (at its peak) “the biggest band in the world.” And yes, I read the Jimbert manifesto on AO3 that proposes a “gentlemen’s agreement” that no one would say anything, but where is the precedent for such a thing being put into practice? There was certainly no gentlemen’s agreement available for Bowie and Jagger. And gentlemen’s agreement aside, surely some scorned wife or girlfriend would have talked at one point or another.

If there are rumors outside of modern Tumblr that I’m unaware of, or some precedent for such a “gentlemen’s agreement” in the music industry, by all means point me in the right direction. But this is the main reason that I just can’t logically subscribe to Jimbert as a real thing. Do I like the idea? Sure. Do I think it’s hot? Absolutely. But without the existence of some sort of contemporary rumors or speculation, it just…doesn’t seem plausible.

Thoughts?

[angst-and-ashes]

jimbert 🥺

It is written, and so it shall it be done.

WARNING: NSFW.

“You feel” — Page paused — “quite good, I admit.” 

He swallowed. Plant softly nipped at his neck. He said next, through a breathy moan: “Though you shouldn’t.”

He did not know or understand what this was. 

This, being the gradual affair that he began to have with the well-built blonde whose curls he loved to grab. Their sessions usually occurred after gigs and shows, and were filled with nothing less than a deep, unspeakable passion each and every time.

Page mused: Maybe we drink too much. Do too much fucking coke. 

Or maybe he had suppressed his longing for Plant for the longest time, and the vodka and coke just happened to unleash them.

What began as innocent, playful and experimental kissing on the edge of Page’s bed progressed into the slapping of flesh. 

Moans, loud and uttered without shame. The occasional cry of “I love you!” from Plant — almost always during hard and painfully slow sex — would ring out into the air, too.

His declaration of love, assumed to be merely a byproduct of the moment, would never be discussed among the two, however. Instead, they’d chat over the prospect of a new song, girls, or anything that had nothing to do with what just happened among them.

“Why shouldn’t I?” Plant probed, having grown tired of concealing this secret. A secret, he thought, it should be no longer. “You shouldn’t deny yourself of feelin’ good and randy, baby.”

Inquisitive fingers grazed against his crotch, slowly stretching the satin of Page’s trousers. 

He bit back a moan, eyes shut.

Whether it had been the whiskeyed stupor that made his mind milky, or something that had tormented him subconsciously until that very moment, Page needed an answer. Even if this had not been necessarily the time to ask. “What you said about loving me, is it true?”

“Of course!” Plant guffawed, as if Page had asked him a trivial question whose answer had been ridiculously obvious. “Whether you love me is the real question.”

Page heard a quick zip of his trousers, followed by a soft tug of the cloth from his narrow hips. 

And when he felt the sudden sensation of his dick being encompassed by a moist warmth being the singer’s very useful mouth, he blurted: “Fuck, yes!”

No longer could he pretend.

[theladylovingcrow]

My Love, My Darling (Jimbert Fluff)

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr

Fandom: Led Zeppelin

Pairing: Jimmy Page/Robert Plant (Jimbert)

Length: about 1k

Warnings/tags: extreme fluff, winter themed cuteness, cuddling, overuse of endearments, established relationship, kissing, one slightly dirty joke, early led zep, anon request

Author's Notes: I am SO sorry, anon, that I didn't get to this in time for the holidays. I hope you'll accept a soft, fluffy, right after Christmas, winter-themed Jimbert fic instead.

@satans-helper idk who else wants to be tagged in LZ stuff but let me know

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"Darling, I'm home!"

Robert lowered his book and raised his eyebrows, expression faintly amused as his dearly beloved called out to him; his excited, erratic movements downstairs were practically audible in his voice.

"Upstairs, dear, reading."

Jimmy's heels could be heard steadily click-clacking up the stairway, and then he appeared in the doorway, looking on Robert with a childlike grin that changed to a more soft, affectionate smile. He stepped inside, corderoy flares blooming like spring tulips with each step as he approached his partner and obviously hid something behind his back, thin torso sheathed in Argyll wool barely concealing the width of the package.

"What are you reading, love? Is it warm enough in here for you?"

Robert smiled back at Jimmy, setting the book aside and rising from the armchair to stand level with him. He took a step forward and clasped a warm, large hand onto either of his partner's hips, dipping his head for a chaste but loving kiss in greeting.

"One of your books, darling, about the Glorious Revolution, I believe. And I am quite toasty, thank you for asking. I lit the fire earlier so the house should be heating up by now."

"Mmm, you're right, it is warm," Jimmy murmered, fisting the hem of his sweater in one hand while he kept the other hidden behind his back. "And I am glad to see you're enjoying my library."

"It's so extensive - I'm still astounded, sometimes, Jimmy dear, that you've managed to collect so many fascinating books already in your life."

Robert was palpably excited, turning around and walking with quick steps to a loaded bookshelf, running his fingers over the spines of his love's philosophy section.

"There is so much knowledge here, so much beauty. I am so happy to have come here with you, love."

He turned back to Jimmy, smiling and beckoning him with opened arms. Jimmy returned to his embrace, setting a paperbound parcel on his desk before wrapping himself around Robert's torso and resting his scruffed chin on his shoulder.

"Not as happy as I am to have you; it really means the world to me, Percy, that you agreed to come live with me," he murmered, pressing a few gentle kisses into Robert's neck where it was exposed by his white robe.

"It was more than an agreement, Jim. I love you, darling, forever, and I want to be with you until that golden sun sets for the last time upon our Earth, and then we will leave it together, too."

"Poetic, aren't you?" Jimmy laughed softly, pulling back to stare at Robert's kind blue eyes and smooth a hand over the lapel of his fluffy robe. "And well into a lazy day, I see."

"A cosy day, one I've prepared to share with my sweetheart," he corrected, guiding Jimmy to the arm chair and the steaming tea set resting upon its adjacent side table.

"Oh, yes, I do see," Jimmy grinned, taking the offered seat on Robert's lap, as well as the antique china teacup he had found at a small shop some months ago.

He let Robert pour them both a cup of golden brown tea and add a lump of sugar, and a splash of milk for Percy. They quietly sipped their drinks and openly gazed at each other, enjoying the quiet, intimate moment after a rather busy December spent performing, shopping, and celebrating with family and friends alike.

"Oh, you have jam tarts! Where did you get these, dear?" Jimmy asked, delighted, as he took a bite out of the offered pastry in between Robert's fingertips.

Robert chuckled at his enjoyment and brushed a few crumbs from Jimmy's lips, popping the rest of the treat into his own mouth. "I stopped by the bakery on my way back from Bonzo's a few days ago. They had just baked a whole heaping batch of these, and, since I know you love them, I bought a box."

"Mm, I do love them," Jimmy mumbled, half inaudible through the new pastry he had stuffed in his mouth. "Almost as much as I love you."

Robert cooed and blushed, giving Jimmy a long, jam flavored kiss. "You're in a delightful mood today! Would you care to tell me what's in that package of yours?"

"Why, dear, you are already very well acquainted with my package."

Robert rolled his eyes and squeezed Jimmy's arm, but they both laughed. After leaning against his golden, curly head for a minute, Jimmy sighed and got off of his perch, retrieving the wrapped bundle from his desk.

He brought it over to Robert and sat back down on his left knee, reclining against his chest to watch him open it.

"I thought Christmas was already passed, darling? You've gotten me plenty," Robert said, tearing open the paper, but then his breath caught in his throat.

A scarf woven from rich reds and vibrant purples started unfurling on his lap, no longer being held into a tight ball by the twine it had been wrapped in. Soft black fringe tickled Robert's fingers as he unfolded the garment, and shimmering lines of embroidered flowers and Celtic designs caught his eyes along one edge.

"Oh, Jimmy, this is beautiful! Wherever did you find it?" He gasped, stroking the silk with appreciative fingers.

"At a boutique along the docks. But, that's not all, keep unwrapping it."

Robert gave him an inquisitive look, but did as instructed and continued to peal open the fabric. He found a lightweight, yet sturdy object wrapped within the scarf, gleaming at him in all of its golden, carved, musical glory.

"A harp?"

"Mm, a lyre. You've been trying to learn guitar, and I'm not going to discourage you, but I think this might actually suit you better. We could figure out how to play it together, if you like, or you could ask Jonesy. He would be able to master it in minutes, I'm sure."

Robert grasped Jimmy's face in both of his hands, bestowing upon him a deep, loving kiss. Jimmy returned it with as much enthusiasm, running their lips and tongues together in an age-old dance that needed no musical accompaniment.

"I love it! This is perfect, sweetheart, absolutely perfect. I am so happy to have you."

"As am I," Jimmy sighed, setting the presents on the table next to the cooling teapot and settling back into Robert's body.

They watched the light snowfall out of the window. It was unusual for London to get much snow, but, that afternoon, it felt as if it fell just for them; a blanket of hopes, dreams, and endearments as pure as their love surrounding them in its wintery warmth.

[noisy-kitten]

1,3,15,18, for the fanfic asks pleeeease. Pretty please.

Just a disclaimer, I’m not an expert fanfic reader. it’s been only a few months since I started reading Led Zeppelin fanfic (Jimbert to be exact), but since @ledbythreads you asked me so nicely I had no other option, I had to do it.😉 Oh and sorry it took me a whole day to answer these.😁

1.What is the strangest fact you’ve learned from reading fic?

Since I haven’t read many fanfics, I think to me the strangest facts that I’ve learned are about Aleister Crowley. Not much though, just a few things about True Will and Thelema which I was completely unaware about. I did search few of these information on google so that pretty much answers the question number 3 too.

3.What is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were reading it?

Besides the information on Aleister Crowley that I had to search on Google, I think the last thing I had to google is the myth about Eros and Psyche, from your “Don’t stop Ever” series. And it is one of the most beautiful myths I’ve ever read, a true love story. So thank you for that.🙏

15.What is your favourite title for a fic you’ve read? (whole fic or chapter)

Eros and Psyche is really beautiful, but I think the one that I love the most is Unsaid 1969, which is from your Led Zeppelin drabbles. This poem speaks to my heart and that’s why I love this title the most.💕

Also from @ithoughtyouweretheroadie fics, there’s a story called “No Matter What” and it’s one of my faves. A sad and emotionally intense Jimbert story at Jimmy’s most vulnerable years of his life. The title of the story says it all.

18.Which scene from your fandom do you read most often in fics?

I haven’t read much Zeppelin fics so I can’t really answer that question, but from what I’ve noticed Bron-Yr-Aur is the place that most Led Zeppelin fics have, especially Jimbert fics, and I can understand why.

I know you probably expected more interesting answers than the ones I gave. Sorry if I disappointed you.😔

[tremble-and-shake]

Hi I saw your post asking about Tris and Alex and well, in the 70s many fanfics were written about jimbert but they called Robert =Alex and Jimmy = Tris/Tristan, to not be disrespectful towards them or because the writers were ashamed or whatever.Because in the 70s the fans mostly female could suspect something could be going on between them.And like 3 years ago there was a blog here called fuckingtrisandalex that continued that tradition, and the girl who ran the blog explained allthis I said.

Heyyy anon!   I did get to do a brief Wikipedia venture into Tris & Alex after Fire sent me some links that Tim had shared with her. Fascinating stuff! And exciting to know this was going on well before us. Our fic predecessors!  The earliest dates associated with it- that I could find at least-was early 80s, and into the 90s, but as I said, I didn’t really spend a ton of time.

To be honest, I couldn’t get into any Zep fic with the names changed- I need it to ‘feel real’ you know? lol Though I can understand the reasons why they may have done it.

I’d still love to know who coined ‘Jimbert’ though I don’t think we’ll really ever know for sure.

Thanks for sharing this with me/us!  <33  So so cool.

[len-zefflin]

can I get a quick jimbert fluff one-shot situation pls

omg yes!! this was in my mind for quite some time but I had absolutely no motivation to get it out. It’s so sappy,,,, I hope you like it.

Robert gets oddly excited about storms. It doesn't take much for him to get excited about anything usually, but it’s not everyday that he runs around the house in a state of euphoria, gathering every pillow and blanked he deems good enough for his fort.

The mansion is otherwise quiet, save for the steady murmur of the television and the irritating sound of the tea kettle. The news anchor reminds them about the change in weather and advises against going outdoors for its duration.

Jimmy moves around the counter lazily, placing tea bags in cups and pouring hot water over them, mesmerized by the liquid’s slow change of color and smell.

Robert storms into the kitchen, all fidgety and beaming and asks about the state of the tea like he’s on some sort of diplomatic mission, to which Jimmy vaguely gestures towards the two cups. Robert dutifully places them on a tray along with sugar and freshly cut lemon slices while the other man is left with carrying the cookie jar.

“Come on, Pagey. It’s about to start,” he says, urging Jimmy to follow him to the living room where the couch has been moved to face the window wall. A seemingly endless amount of blankets and pillows have been placed on top of it in order to make it as cozy as possible.

After placing the steaming cups on the coffee table, Robert turns the television off and the room is suddenly filled with mortifying silence and darkness.

“You’re really looking forward to this storm,” Jimmy states, making himself comfortable on the mountain of layered fabric.

“I love storms!”

The smile in Robert’s voice is audible and the way he says it, just like a child talking about his favorite toy, melts the guitarist’s heart. Robert’s only half a decade younger than him, but his heart seems to have preserved it’s early innocence and shaped into the most beautiful soul Jimmy had ever seen.

Blinding lightning fills the room, illuminating it briefly and not a second after it dissipates Jimmy can hear a small woah coming from the other man.

“Have you seen that, Pagey?”

Jimmy’s about to let out a witty remark when their ears get filled with angry thunder similar in power to the light that preceded it, but so unlike in nature. While lightning disappears as swiftly as it makes itself present, like a bittersweet ray of unwanted hope, the almost irritating sound of thunder lingers on as a reminder of how fragile everything is in the face of nature.

A metaphor quite fitting for the human soul, Jimmy thinks.

“Come here, dearest,” he invites Robert with arms wide open and the singer happily complains, snuggling against his chest.

“Will you tell me what lies behind your fascination with stormy nights?” he dares ask in the echo of another loud thunder.

Robert seems to hesitate, but the moment Jimmy’s fingers find their place in his hair, gently caressing his curls and scalp the blond opens up just like one of his grimoires. It’s uncanny how well they've gotten to know each other’s habits and quirks.

“’S not anything special, really. When I was little and there was a big storm coming my folks and I would to gather around the fireplace, drink tea and just spend time together, you know? Only then I was allowed past my bed time and it was magical in a way. It was the kind of atmosphere you only experience in very specific situations and it brings you both nostalgia and happiness when you remember. I suppose that’s my way of trying to recreate those moments.”

Jimmy hums in response, waiting for Robert to continue, but there seems to be nothing else to say. Instead, they allow a comfortable silence to sheathe them, occasionally sipping tea while watching the dark clouds getting nearer and nearer.

Or at least, Robert does. Jimmy isn't too interested in anything else besides playing with his boyfriend’s curls and watching him smile as something completely uninteresting happens outside.

At some point he is is sure Robert might have fallen asleep; his breaths are steady, his lids low and his body relaxed in the guitarist’s arms. Seeing his boyfriend sleep is one of his favorite things to do, yes, but he really wishes he could move his legs before they too fall completely asleep.

“Look at that,” Robert startles him, his voice small and sleepy. Jimmy moves his attention towards the window wall that is currently being hit by a million rain drops a second, all of which form a water curtain against it. It’s almost impossible to see through it anymore.

“Don’t you love this? Seeing nature unleash when you’re indoors, all cozy and warm and drinking good tea?”

“I never thought I did,” Jimmy says. ���To be fair I don’t think I would like it so much if you weren't here.”

Robert chuckles softly and thank God, he moves enough so that Jimmy is able to spread his numb legs a little. “Give me a kiss.”

So Jimmy does. And it’s beautiful.

It’s not the usual open-mouthed, lust filled kiss they often share, but more intimate, as if through the momentarily joining of their lips they somehow manage to share all the love they been holding for one another for so long.

“Maybe we should invite Jonesy and Bonzo to watch the storm with us next time.” Robert suggests between small kisses at Jimmy’s neck.

“We could, yes, but then how will I do naughty things to you afterwards?”

His remark makes Robert laugh and Jimmy is once again reminded that somehow he got lucky enough to hear the most beautiful laugh in the world every single day.

[sastrugie]

Led Zeppelin fandom?

ok sorry that it took me ages to answer this :’D

- otp: pls dont judge me ok i have a curse that i always fall for the rarepairs so i will be honest: Bonzo and Robert, i just looooove them together and how they were so fond of each other and ahhh </3

- favourite canon pairing: well tbh none of them are canon except platonically but then again i would say bonzo and robert here bc i love their friendship!

- worst pairing ever: i heard some people ship peter grant with robert and ... i dont like it ...

- guilty pleasure pairing: gotta be jimbert sorry not sorry

- a pairing you want to see more: well jonesy and jimmy! i love these two, disaster duo ;P also i wanna see  more of bonzo and pat i mean there are only like 2 pics of them :(

- that pairing that everyone likes but you´re like “lol no”: i think ill say jimbert?? its not like i hate jimbert but sometimes i dont understand the craze yknow :D

- favourite non romantic pair: all of them, i love them all together and how everyone interacts with everyone, their harmony <3 (but if i had to pick then bonzo and robert hehhehe)

thanks for asking i love talking about these things!!!

[mickey-tank-bank]

@septemberfirst1989 asked for my unpopular bob's burgers opinions and im both sick and a little turnt so im gonna do it. Louigan is bad. Just bad. Smely. Not good. Bad ship. Louise is bi but mostly likes girls. Shes aro but would still be in a relationship but it wouldnt be conventional. Louise and rudy??? Grow up and are very good friends and he seems the type to marry and have kids and she'd be a cool aunt to them bc rudy has no siblings. Can u tell i like louise a lot Gene is panromantic ace-spec and when he grows up writing music and jingles and songs and whatnot he has a few kids with some guy or gal or person he loves and theyre sp happy and hes so good with kids bc he gets them and even as an adult he never loses that special magic and humor about him. Gene and linda are both add and they kinda relate over it sometimes None of the belchers are heterosexual sorry My eye is twitching violently hang on Tammy eventually works on herself and after a lot of development and ultimatums from friends she sorts her shit out. Jocelyn is a lesbian and i love her i love my 80s valley girl lesbian daughter. Zeke is like one of the best characters i love him Tina and jj doesnt work well as a ship to me but id love to see them grow as friends and then maybe?? Something? Jimmy jr is trans and jimmy almost cried when lil jimbert wanted to be called jimmy jr. Gene is nonbinary or genderfluid Bob and warren fitzgerald kinda tried bein boyfriends in high school but didnt want to ruin their friendship. Bob is bi bi bi (bi bi) Calvin is arospec pansexual and wpuld probably consider himself a demiguy or nb if he knew about that. Felix spent his inheritance on sleek postmodern design and the best transitioning money could buy. Cal was pretty active in the lgbtq+ scene in his younger days and always rly wanted to end up on broadway but life happened and also he got stabbed in the face when he was like 18. Linda was punk a s f u c k when she was young and she aint let bob forget it. The kids watch old movies with bob a lot and it influences some of their stories. Bob rly likes 70s and 80s stuff. This isnt exactly unpopular opinions but whatever Im belchoeder ot3 garbage but we already know that Bob has hemophilia and highkey worries abt his kids bc theres a chance they may have it or carry it. Bob is a spoonie he also has stomach issues and depression. Linda had a miscarriage before she was pregnant with louise and it affected her a lot even tho she tried not to let on that it did. Linda prolly had a gf or two at some point. Teddy deserves all the kindness of this earth also teddy would be a really amazing stepdad. Morts jewish dammit and hes bi with a preference for dudes and and and sometimes his work gets to him so the belchers leave him like a nice basket of things to cheer him up. Bob is cute hes so damn cutw im so damn gay id marry that boy if i could hot damn Wrev is so gay folks hes off the deep end here i go whoosh i go quietly into that gay night good night

[sea-of-years]

Prologue

Author’s note: it’s my first time posting anything I’ve written - so please please be understanding. English isn’t my first language so I’m deeply sorry if there’s something unnatural or my mistakes make it impossible to enjoy. Peace!

Also I think I should state it here that it’s a beginning of a multi chaptered story I hope I’ll write ;) It’s a totally AU fanfic, with main characters (very-not-)loosely based on two certain rockers - Jimmy Page and Robert Plant (Jimbert) from Led Zeppelin.

Prologue

Percy was bored. He knew the little town of Ligotte inside out and he couldn’t think of anything to do here. Well, except for maybe a little physical… exercise. But he doubted that a small brothel here offered anything to his liking. You see, Percy had some unusual interests in that matter. Well, for him it was only natural but there were not many Warriors like him.

Ok, he was as gay as they get.

Nonetheless, by late evening he was wandering the narrow streets and found himself at the door of the brothel. It was as if something was pulling him to the small and quite dilapidated house. He thought ‘why not?’ and came inside. He doesn’t even want to think about how the insides of the house looked like - it was certainly only fit for primitive townsmen to come for a cheap fuck. But after a quick word with a keeper he found himself mildly surprised because there was in fact a 'manwhore’ available. He was led further, into a corridor so stinky that it nearly made him turn around and come back to the inn he was staying at. But again, not only was he bored but felt this strange pulling, driving him forward.

The keeper shown him to a small, dimly lit room and told him that his fuck will arrive shortly and that he could do anything he wanted with 'it’. Percy cringed at the wording - he did like fucking a whole lot but he always tried to be gentle or at least humane to his temporary companions which didn’t seem to be a thing here. After a short while, which Percy spent on a bed relaxing, the door opened a crack and a silhouette clad in a dark hooded robe came into the room. Quite surprised by prostitute’s appearance Warrior wanted to ask what’s about the whole hooded business but a soft, quiet voice interrupted him.

- Some customers don’t want to see my face - a figure slumped his shoulders and bowed his head so a few long dark locks fell from under the hood - but of course you can do as you please, Sir. 

Percy was pleasantly surprised and not by his companion’s words but by the choice of words and his accent. He seemed too well spoken for a bitch from a small town and his accent betrayed his foreign roots.

- You’re from the east, aren’t you? - asked Percy

- Yes, Sir. - the figure seemed to straighten up a little as if in surprise, but it was hard to tell as his face was still covered by the hood.

- Oh, me too. I already feel like it’s going to be a pleasant night. - Warrior said with a smile - But is there something wrong with your face?

- Yes, Sir. - a very soft voice answered. When he realized that it wasn’t enough of an answer for Percy he continued - Some customers say I’m possessed, that my eyes haunt them… And I’m a man. Many don’t want to see my face just because it’s easier to pretend I’m a woman.

Percy was dumbfounded. Why rent a man prostitute when you want to have sex with a woman? It must have shown in his eyes because the prostitute continued in a voice even quieter than before.

- I’m the cheapest fuck here, Sir. 

Oh. Little towns and their mentality. In bigger cities men prostitues were cherished and often expensive just because they were harder to get. But Warrior didn’t come here to have long conversations, pleasant or not (and this one was quickly becoming the 'not’ kind)

- Alright, come here… What’s your name?

- Everyone calls me Pagey, Sir.

- Pagey, hmm. Come here then. And I’m Percy, you don’t have to call me sir every time.

Pagey slowly approached the bed on which his customer was relaxing. He stood awkwardly by its side until Warrior took his hand and literally pulled him on top of himself. By then Pagey seemed to follow some algorithm. He opened Percy’s trousers and started licking and sucking on his cock. When it was standing happily against Warrior’s hard abdomen he lifted his own robe and in one swift movement straddled a quite startled Percy and took his whole length in one go. To say that Percy was astonished was an understatement. Nobody has ever taken him whole without preparation before. And without a sound. When he felt Pagey tremble and try to move he’s had enough. He flipped them so he was on top and growled.

- Stop. - he took Pagey’s frail wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand - What are you doing?! - and with that he pulled the hood from other man’s face.

And now he was truly rendered speechless. What he saw first was a mass of dark curls. Then was a pallor of other man’s face. Then chapped pouty lips. And then those eyes. They weren’t haunting. They were holding universes within their depths. They were dark and huge and speckled with gold and deep green.

And filled with an overwhelming fear.

That managed to pull Percy from his reverie. 

Suddenly a memory filled his thoughts. Memory of a prophecy every children is taught in their earliest days, prophecy many Mystics have spent years studying, and finally a memory of his own days in the Academy learning and analysing said prophecy.

Some of its words are forever lost, but what remained sounds like this:

'The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know

Their tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for an eastern glow 

No comfort has the fire at night that lights a face so cold

Magic writ in black eyes filled with green and gold

The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom

And walked the night alone

With flames from the dragon of darkness his sunlight blinds all eyes’

[len-zefflin]

anything jimbert really, I'm such a slut for them.

first of all, big mood anon. big mood.

“If you princesses aren't ready in ten minutes I’ll personality drag your asses to the stage,” Peter Grant shouts from behind the door of the dressing room Jimmy and Robert share.

Bonzo and Jonesy are already loitering backstage, anxiously waiting for the show to start while their band mates are still in the midst of dressing and making up.

Robert tries on a couple rings, searching for one that goes with the rest of his get up when he hears a groan of pain from the other side of the room.

“Fucking piece of shit!”

Upon a close inspection he finds Jimmy vigorously rubbing a patch of redden skin on his neck.

“You okay there, Jimmy? Did you burn yourself again?”

“Fuck off, Robert,” is all Jimmy says, so the singer goes back to ravishing his jewelry box.

He manages not to pay the other man any mind until Jimmy lets out another displeased sound, followed by some of the most creative swear words Robert has ever heard.

“Piece of crap!” he screams, throwing the curling iron on the dressing table, hitting the mirror in the process. Luckily, his violent outburst only leaves a dent.

Robert tries so hard not to laugh at Jimmy’s reaction, fully aware that it would only foul his mood even more. He covers his mouth with the back of his palm and smiles for himself.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Everything is okay. My hair never looked better. I think I can even make the homeless person look work.”

Out of all of them, Jimmy is definitely the most self-critical when it comes to his appearance and takes the most to get ready before a show, which shouldn't be taken lightly considering his band mate is Robert Plant himself. It’s something they got used to the more time they spent touring, and even though the guitarist gets made fun of on a daily basis because of it, Robert understands Jimmy’s need for everything to be perfect. He also knows that if he doesn't do something about it, the show is going to be shit.

“Let me help you, will ya’?” he offers.

Jimmy scoffs at the proposal.

“If you think I’m letting you touch my hair…”

“FIVE MINUTES, LADS!” Peter’s voice echoes from backstage, startling Jimmy.

“Okay, fine, but don’t make me look like you.”

Robert chuckles at that and immediately starts working. He’s both gentle yet swift with his movements, careful not to burn himself or Jimmy. He twirls each strand of hair on the curling iron, holding its end in place for a few seconds, then let’s it go, revealing a beautiful, loose curl.

“How are you so good at this?” Jimmy inquires. “You’re hair is naturally curly.”

Robert is happy to indulge in small talk, pleased that Jimmy no longer seems to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

“My mom used to do this fairly often and then my sister kept on asking for me to make her look like mommy every morning.”

“Aww, little Robert curling his little sister’s hair. Must've been quite a sight.”

“I’d be careful with my words having a curling iron so close to my face,” Robert says with no malice in his words.

They both laugh, their eyes meeting in the mirror’s reflection.

“There you go, love,” Robert says, ruffling his hand through Jimmy’s newly formed curls after putting some hairspray in to hold them in place.

“You know what? It doesn't look half bad,” Jimmy declares, thoroughly inspecting his reflection.

Peter Grant knocks on the door once more, shouting obscenities addressed at both of them. When he starts threatening to take away their alcohol privileges for the night, they both know it’s really time to go.

“Give me a kiss, will you?” Jimmy asks, palm on the door handle.

Robert eagerly pulls the other man for a chaste kiss and he’s also the one to end it, because Jimmy goes on and on and while he’d love nothing more than let go, Peter is really going to kill them if they don’t go.

“Thanks, love. Let’s go rock.”

[tremble-and-shake]

This is what I’ve become..

So last night I downloaded the 9.29.71 Osaka boot (where Bonzo ‘goes missing’) and I was stoked about playing it for my boyfriend so he could hear all the chatter, silly British cursing, Friends, etc.

As I was excitedly explaining said chatter (because I just LOVE band chatter), he interrupts and asks me, as seriously as he could, “Wait, OMG, is this the sneeze one? You know, where Robert sneezes on stage and Jimmy goes ‘Bless you, mate?’  It’s a classic Jimbert moment!” 

For a minute or two, I thought he was serious and I was thinking OMG I would love to see/hear Robert sneeze on stage! I bet Jimmy sounds so cute saying ‘Bless you.’ 

And then I realized he was just fucking with me...that’s how obsessed I sound these days LMAO.  But it was all in good fun.  And hey, it’s been one and a half years since I started obsessing over Led Zeppelin and he hasn’t complained once so that’s pretty awesome.

[classiczeppelin]

Pat's Delight

This can be seen as a little cutscene (part of the main fanfic which @johnpornjones and me are still working on-"The Dark Side of the Jimmy" which occurs in the interim after Bonzo has unwillingly encountered Jimbert, erm busy. Written by me with help and support from @johnpornjones ❤️️ Summary: Bonzo is reminiscing about good times with Pat; he really misses her. NSFW but fluffy and sentimental as hell. Pairing: The great John Bonham/his memories ............................................................... After wishing Jonesy and Sarah a great night with a good natured wink, Bonzo was finally in his own room. “What a bloody day...” he thinks to himself as he thinks back on the past events. He cringes again, trying his best to block out the terrifying image of a naked Rob from his mind. “Those idiots...” Bonzo smiles in spite of himself. He hates to admit it but their insanity kind of reminds him of when he and Pat were younger. Damn... I miss her so much, thought Bonzo. Her wit, her sparkling eyes... her beauty. As his mind wandered, Bonzo felt himself getting a little aroused. He sighed to himself. If only Pat could be here with him... Slowly, he began to remove his clothes, one by one. Hust like Pat does each time we make love, smiled Bonzo. Oh, that night... the night Jason was conceived, thought Bonzo. Finally removing his boxers, he moaned a little to himself, feeling how sensitive his cock has gotten. Oh Pat...! whispered Bonzo to himself... I love you my sweetheart. He takes himself into his strong hand, he decides he’ll have to deal with this manually. Reminiscing, Bonzo though about the night of 1965. Pat was being particulary teasing that day, he laughed to himself, shaking his head. Boy was he head over heels in love with her then... and now still. She was wearing a beautiful, revealing red sundress. And being an 18 year old man, he had been hard just by looking a the way it hugged her curves. Slowly stroking his length, Bonzo drops his head against the big poofy pillow on his bed (he would never admit but Bonzo loves a touch of luxury). He’s still thinking about that night... he had been sitting on the living room couch, and Pat had straddled him, sitting on his lap. Grunting slightly, Bonzo moaned “Pat... uuh...”, he remembered. She had slipped her white cotton panties to the side and was rolling her hips, grinding against his hardness, asking him if he wanted her. Unzipping his jeans, she took him out of his boxers, and started stroking him... exploring him with an innocent curiousity. She took a few experimental licks of his tip and then shifted so that she could rub him against her core. Making small little whimpers... fucking hell thought Bonzo. So sexy... He smiles at the memory. Although it was pretty difficult for him to control his breathing and think rational thoughts by that time, Bonzo remembered how he had managed to ask Pat if they shouldn’t get a condom. Grinning now, he’s so happy that they decided not to. Damn, Pat was gorgeous, Bonzo remembers, stroking himself a little harder but slowing his motions. . “Darling, I was thinking... maybe we shouldn't. I want to feel you against me tonight.” “Hmm Pat... come her, luv.” Bonzo remembers that sensation... fuck! The first time he’d ever done it like that... Pats climbs over Bonzo and eases his pants down, unbuttoning his shirt. He remembered how, with shaky hands, his slipped her shoulder straps down and she shimmied out of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra at all. Moaning, Bonzo felt himself grew harder in his hand... damn Pat was beautiful that night. Pat was rubbing her hands over his chest, playing with his chest hair and giggling shyly at his moans. Mewling as he caresses her and plays lightly with her breasts...Bonzo thinks. “Pat... youre so wonderful”. He flushes at the shought, still playing with himself lightly. Slipping her cotton panties off her round hips, Pat rasps “Ohhhh”, and Bonzo (feeling quite proud of himself) lifts her up. Their tongues swirl around eachother in a passionate kiss, and she sighs as he lightly bites her lower lip. Bonzo feels Pat’s back arching at his touch... that was almost too good to be true... His hardness is touching her core as she grinds against him, soft gasps escaping her lips. "Oh... yes, Pat... Mhhh" he squeezed himself, caressing his chest. Bonzo is thrusting aginst Pat slowly, careful not to enter her. He cant believe hes so lucky to have Pat moaning against him, her sweet mouth giving him sloppy kisses. His minds darting to the fact that Moby Dick was at first called “Pat’s Delight”... Pats Delight indeed he smiles. Bonzo was kissing Pat, feeling her sigh into the crook of his neck and grind her hips against him. He sighed in pleasure, feeling her breasts press against his chest, her soft hair tickling his nose gently.Oh... the feeling Pat against him, he really misses that. He lifted her up in her arms, and she giggled, holding onto his face to kiss him. Her moaning, her kisses... her delicate body...He began to stroke himself a little bit faster, gasping into his pillow. They reached the bedroom, and bonzo laid her on the bed gently. Leaning over her, with a fondness, Bonzo lightly touched her wetness. “Please... John!” Patty cried out as he touched her. Looking at her, Bonzo couldn’t help but be in awe of her feminine beauty. Gently, he eases his finger into her entrance. Pat bucks against his touch, gasping with pleasure, moaning “Ooooh John... oh yes.” He sighed blissfully at the thought of Pat's mewls and sighs as he carefully touched her. “I love you my dear,” murmured Bonzo in the coolness of the night air, touching himself almost like he was touching Pat that night, slowly and gently. He remembered bending his head, eager to taste Pat. Using his tongue tongue her until her legs were shaking with pleasure, he sucked gently on her sensitive spot while slowly easing his fingers in and out of her entrance. Angling his fingers differently, he reached a rough spot in pats core which made her scream with pleasure,and beg him to go faster. Bonzo began stroking himself more urgently, and stoped for a moment, trying to control his lust. Easing his fingers from her slowly, he reached up to kiss pat once more.. “Patty... are you sure... about this? I mean... you could fall pregnant.” “Yes darling... I want you. I want you to be the father of my children...I love you with my everything, my sweetheart.” Bonzo looked tenderly at his lover, a little nervous, afraid even, at the idea of fatherhood but happy nonetheless. They had discussed it before, but they were never this close to, well, actually doing it. Taking a deep breath, and knowing that there was no going back, he spoke “Okay, my luv.” He lovingly parted the flushed beauty's legs, and positioned himself against her. Pat was rocking her hips against him, desperate for him inside her. Unable to wait amy long, Bonzo slowly entered her. “Ooooh.” Pat gasped. “Mmmm darling I knew you'd feel amazing inside of me...oh god yes.” Connected as one, the lovers bagn to move together in a smooth, sensuous motion, sighing and moaning together. “Oh luv... yes, love..” Bonzo moaned at the memory. Relaxing, Bonzo took himself in his hand, and, oh gods, he remembers how good that was, making sweet love to his beloved Pat. Bonzo growled with pleasure as Pat moved her hips in time with his thrusts, grabbing his strong shoulders in her delicate hands, and whimpering declarations of her love. Pat whimpered little declarations of her love. He rubbed himself, harder this time, and moans escaped his mouth. Pat’s body is so perfect, her whines were perfect. It was perfect. Capturing her mouth with his, Bonzo kissed her as if she was air that he needed to survive. “Ooooh John! Please ...go faster darling!” "I love you Pat... so much..." he moaned, biting down on his screams of pleasure and speeding up his thrusts, obeying his sweet lady’s every wish. Clutching him, she willed him to go deeper and deeper until he almost touched her cervix. “John, love, I'm .... ooh, I'm close.... so...” Pat purrs. “...oooooooh Joooohn.” Bonzo feels pat pulse around him, her tight heat bringing him closer to the edge. “Patty luv ... ahhh... I'm going to- Should I pull out?” “No John... I want you to have me.” “Pat...luv.” Bonzo gives a final shaky thrust into his lover and releases into Pat before gently collapsing on her, kissing her dreamy smile. “Ohhh f.. fuuuck.” Rubbing his sensitive tip, Bonzo’s coming onto his hand, his body jolting with pleaure and screaming “PAT!!!” ... The Dark Side of the Jimmy... Robbie continued