#david gilmour fanfic

[cassiana-on-dark-side]

🎉 As promised, here’s the new chapter of this (exciting?) story! 🎉

I had so much fun (and maybe a tiny bit of despair) writing it, and I hope you’ll enjoy diving into this scene with Connie and David as much as I loved crafting it. 💕

✨ Have fun! ✨

And as always, every comment or reblog is a precious gift. 💌

TO BREATH AGAIN

Chapters: 13/?

Fandom: Pink Floyd, Rock Music RPF, David Gilmour fandom

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: David Gilmour/Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Pink Floyd (Ensemble), David Gilmour, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: ficmour, Romance, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, 1970s Pink Floyd Era, London, Era Typical Mentality, 70s london, What-If, British Slang, Teasing, Flirting, Awkward Flirting

Summary: Connie is a young administrative employee with some literary aspirations in Pink Floyd's new recording studio, Britannia Rows. Meanwhile, David's creative restlessness is on the rise and he feels the need to explore new artistic directions. What neither of them expects is the sweet feeling that will arise between them and all the turmoil that this will bring. In the background, the events of Pink Floyd engaged in the recording of the album Animals and in the following troubled tour in which they perceive the cracks in their artistic partnership widen more and more.

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[lynchianightmare]

In 2022 I made a Pink Floyd parody fanfic. It was more than that, a piece of shit, to be precise.

BUT, I had laughed so hard while making it, that my delusions fooled me into thinking it was hilarious. Anyways, today after some years I decided to revisit it, unfortunately, and fixed some major typos. Anyways:

This is one of the UNEDITED PARTS. CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHY?? WHAT WAS THE REASON?

???????

Thanks to the only person who commented though….

[the-honeydripper]

Pompeii Fire

A (belated) birthday present for my wonderful friend, beta, soundingboard and fellow Gilmour girl, @firethatgrewsolow. I love you, lady! ❤❤❤

Inspired by this performance:

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Standing backstage at the large amphitheatre in Pompeii, she can feel the magic permeating the air.

As the keyboards fold out a gossamer blanket of music over the audience, the anticipation builds, builds, builds to the moment when he will take centre stage.

And then...

There.

That first note. Crystal clear. It pierces the darkness and sends a chill up and down her spine.

He's magical; the way he makes his guitar sing and speak, straight from his soul to hers.

She relaxes and tenses up all at once as he plays. His playing always calms her, but the promise of what's to come brings with it a delicious tension.

There they are; those iconic four notes, reverberating all around the ancient walls again and again. Seeing him hold the crowd enthralled like this, not by ostentatious bravado, not by strutting around the stage like a peacock, but with sheer, unadorned talent, is incredibly erotic.

Her whole body tingles. From the magnitude of the performance, yes, but also the anticipation of what the night will bring.

She gets lost in the music, lets it envelop her, and before she knows it he has taken his last bow, his last note of the evening faded into the night, and he's walking straight towards her. Her stomach fills with butterflies as his large hands cup her cheeks, their eyes meet for a brief moment before his lips find hers and the world disappears around them.

Floating through the night, they somehow find their way into a waiting car, into their hotel and to their room.

When the door closes behind them, they briefly break apart. Lightheaded she leans against the door, trying to catch her breath. He smiles at her, the laughter lines around his blue eyes deepening, making him even more beautiful. There's a playfulness in those eyes, a look that creates a visceral need within her to be back in his arms.

She reaches out and grasps the hem of his black T-shirt, pulling him closer. Sliding it up and off him. His beautiful, tanned skin – warm and inviting – calls to her. Leaning in, she takes a playful nip at his left nipple, feeling, more than hearing, the resulting groan that rumbles deep in his chest.

His hand slides up her back before he pulls one of the straps that hold her dress together; the feeling as the soft fabric slides over her sensitive skin makes her shiver.

He chuckles as he lifts her up in his arms.

His lips once more on hers, he carries her to the large waiting bed.

It's one of the most erotic feelings in the world, being laid out like this for him; seeing what her nearly naked body does to him. His eyes are almost black with lust as he bends over her and takes one of her nipples between his full lips. The slight pull combined with the tickling from his scruffy three-day beard makes her whimper. The feeling shoots straight to her core and her hips move of their own volition, trying to find something, anything, to bring her some relief. Another whimper escapes her as he brings a hand up to her other peak, pinching and kneading it.

She mewls softly, the feeling almost too much; she's already teetering on the edge of that delicious precipice when his mouth begins to move further south.

It feels like her whole body's on fire; his sightly rasping kisses only fanning the flame. He takes his time, worshipping every inch of her body. When he finally pulls down her soaked knickers, he looks like a starving man presented with a most delicious five-course meal.

She reaches out to him, and, eyes wide with desire, he bends down and takes his first taste. Her hips buck off the bed; his soft, firm tongue plays her with the same skill and devotion he plays his guitar.

He laps at her, tickling her sensitive nub with he tip of his tongue, drinking her flowing nectar, relishing her like a fine wine.

"Aaahhhhhh!"

His lips fasten around her oversensitive pearl, sucking it, massaging it, his scruffy beard adding a sensory dimension that makes her see stars. She feels him smile around her, but he doesn't let up. He knows her body by heart, knows exactly where to lick, swipe, tickle to make her feel at once taut like a bow string and completely boneless.

He briefly eases off as she comes down from her first climax but soon his tongue and lips are massaging her with the same intensity once more. She barely registers it when he slides in first one finger, then another, stretching her insides, preparing her for what will soon come. The feeling is almost too much, her toes curl up tightly as she falls over the edge, and only when she pushes firmly on his shoulders does he let up.

Her vision's blurry, but as he slowly comes back into focus, she can see his eyes are filled with raw desire.

"Please, I need you now," she pleads, and it's just what he needs to hear.

The last barriers of clothing between them removed, he climbs back into bed, her legs open to him, welcoming him in. Their eyes focus solely on each other, a silent question asked and answered before he finally sinks home. And that's exactly how it feels: "Home". They belong together. He sinks into her, and it feels like a temporarily missing piece of her is restored.

He fills her perfectly, stretches her, opens her up. His strong forearms framing her head as he slowly pumps in and out. She loves this, the slow build, their own dance, perfectly in sync.

She clenches around him playfully. He moans and begins to speed up. A small shift to his angle, a movement that seems designed to render her speechless, and her deep moan lets him know he's hitting that spot within her.

His thrusts have more force behind them now, and the gentle itch that's been spreading through her body turns into a raging wildfire as the pleasure overtakes her. He feels it, too, and their eyes meet once more before his lips crash down to hers. With a final, deep thrust she falls into oblivion and he follows close behind, buried deep inside her.

Sated and exhausted, they stay like that for a long time; listening to the other's heart slow down to a regular beat, before he brings his lips to her ear and whispers: "Happy birthday, my love."

[steelyliz]

fic masterlist!

hey there! you must be new here! i’m izzy, and i write in my spare time when i have ideas that i havent found anywhere else. my brain runs 15 miles a minute which results in many, many things.

i also take fic requests, so dont be afraid to hit up my ask box! the only thing i wont do as a request is X Readers, but i might write some in my own time - but thats a big maybe.

watermour is my specialty and favourite, but i have a strange affinity for crack ships, rarepairs, and crossovers. so if theres a fic that you’re dying to read that no one has written yet, i might be your person!

anyways, without further ado, heres an easy-access list of all of my fics so far, in order from first to most recent :)

*green text is the ship, blue text is the summary

*all fics are on AO3, where i go by the same username

Take This Rock n’ Roll Refugee [E]

David Gilmour / Roger Waters, smut

“You think you’re so sleazy?” David growled, and Roger chuckled breathlessly.

“I don’t think, I know,” Roger replied, an annoying smirk tugging at his lips. “If I wasn’t, we wouldn’t be here right now, with you giving me exactly what I want.”

“You’re mine, Roger. I don’t care if I’m giving you what you fucking want right now – I’m fucking furious with you.”

Fall Apart (From The Inside Out) [M]

David Gilmour / Roger Waters, with mentioned Syd Barrett / Roger Waters, angst

trigger warning: this is a vent fic. mention of S/A and s*icide attempt in a flashback. please read at your own risk.

“Roger, what the fuck are you doing?” David asked with more clarity, worry immediately creasing lines into his forehead.

“I had trouble sleeping, so—”

“Please don’t be trying to kill yourself.”

Whole Lotta Love [E]

Robert Plant / Roger Waters, smut

“Hey, wait, aren’t you the bassist of Pink Floyd?”

Would It Break My Panic? [M]

David Gilmour / Roger Waters, with mentioned Syd Barrett / Roger Waters, angst

trigger warning: this is a vent fic. vague description of S/A in a flashback. please read at your own risk.

“You know that I was with Syd, right? Back in ‘67 and ‘68?” Roger asked to start off, and David nodded. “Towards the end, he progressively became more detached and nutty, which you obviously know, but that’s crucial to keep in mind while I try my best to talk about this.”

Roger watched David frown slightly, and he took a deep breath as he continued on. “Most of the time, whether he was on acid or not, he didn’t understand that what he wanted wasn’t always what everyone else wanted.”

To Love Him Is To Need Him Everywhere [G]

David Gilmour / Roger Waters, fluff

"You’re the sun, and the moon, and the stars. Happy birthday.”

[daisyfloyd]

Of course, I had to write this. Takes the pressure off. (Oh and happy belated birthday to David! ❤️

Summary

After a particularly stressful gig, David fears he may not be good enough to take Syd's place in Pink Floyd, and in Roger's life. Roger, however, shows him that he is by no means a mere replacement for their former bandmate.

[morwennawrites]

THE LOVERS: CHAPTER 4

Eleanor Corbyn enters the world of the music industry. Meeting Pink Floyd was a coincidence. Falling in love with Nick Mason... that was a choice. What started as a friendship can soon change completely with just one kiss. Fools fall in love, wise make it work.

(English isn't my first language, if there was a mistake let me know, please.)

CHAPTER 4

Please leave your comments

[thef1nalcut]

Homies making out

[cassiana-on-dark-side]

I wanted to post this fic yesterday as a little gift for all my loving followers/gilmour girls but as usual RL… anyway a little extra sugary doesn't hurt, does it? I love you all!

Title: Love is… a pizza

Chapter: 1

Rating: G

Relationship: David Gilmour/Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Fluffity fluff, Slice of Life, Domestic Fluff, ficmour, 1970s era Pink Floyd, Ficlet, Valentine's Day Fluff

Summary:  You and David find a way to celebrate your Valentine's Day in a special manner. As the kitchen fills with delightful aromas and sweet melodies, you prepare a romantic surprise for David.

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[siberian-khatru]

Final PRSC update:

Hey guys, as you know my best friend and beloved co-writer left tumblr about two weeks ago, and as part of our deal for leaving, I asked him if after he left if I could spoil the rest of the PRSC. He agreed to it, because we both know now we're never getting back to it lmao. Well, tonight, during our conversation, I asked him explicit permission to upload the 44 page document of lore and unreleased entries we had created, and he agreed.

There are a few things that we came up with that are canon, but we didn't get the chance to write down, like everything after Day 22. However, I'll spoil the end for you now: the final battle is between Fripp and Ian, and Ian wins. He is then congratulated by Roger Waters, who reveals he set up the PRSC in order to promote The Wall and kill off prog competition. Ian promptly knocks him out. The last entry was planned to be David Gilmour apologizing on Pink Floyd's behalf, claiming that the PRSC was entirely Roger's doing, and that the rest of Pink Floyd had nothing to do with it. So, yeah.

Anyway, as for specifics after Day 22: - The Conglomerate disintegrates, Carl sacrifices himself - Rick and Keith have a final encounter, and we killed them both off - That drives Ian to find Fripp and Muir and take them out - The end :D Here's the link

Some other fun facts: We also originally had Tony Kaye in the PRSC, and he was gonna be killed off via mysterious STD

I wrote all the even days, including Day 0, and my friend wrote all the odd days, which is why it switches back and forth from American English and British English Pink Floyd were originally gonna be contenders as well, but we were having a hard time killing that many people off, so my friend came up with the twist ending. We were also going to include the scene where Fripp poisons Broof in a special update that we never got around to writing. We were also going to make Fripp x Broof fanfic and pose as one of our readers sending that on anon to the account.

The Two Dumb Blonds skit was written by us roleplaying as Alex and Rick, and then copying that conversation. Hope you enjoy cause you're not getting any more (unless you ask nicely in my asks)!!!

[verrbena-in-the-air]

The retrofuturistic love for David Gilmour (II)

This is the first poem from an attempt of fanfic-poetry. The imagery seats in early 70's East Coast nightlife. As you will notice, the tittle is an intertext with the Green Is The Colour lyrics and is just tentative for now, but I'm kinda liking the concept.

sapphire is the colour of his kind

from the high place of a non-corner building 59th street hot rest and luminaire in front of you he seats and relish the most erotic gestures in human music curls up and fondle your melting figure you both may be the chosen ones like any deity or the Fender Black Strat NYC 1970 / he realises that faith and death are two very difficult things to explain you / eyelashes opened his eyes cinched in yours through the looking glass and despite the fact that he sometimes is color blind you suspect downright the shade of his hair is sapphire / the touch of his voice yes / the air vibrant deep zesty blue may the elixir of yesteryear flow through torrential temples this metropolis in your spill of moisturiser mascara and eyeliner decades whispers / dancing across a boiling country afar upswings the sea of albatross come as rust gale on the Queensboro Bridge the verge of breaking through some oldest glacial ground asphalt ignites in the raw embraces of our times / in 35 mm it is not possible even if you try to capture the sapphire hue gushing from David / his zeal all that you no longer lack howls your passion like praise in your scent and his words just no words but fully tongue is not memory in drips and drabs slipping within blood and shivering vowels he on his knees with beseeching lust stirs up a tropic rain / the tempest your fiery deluge grabs up on his shoulder blades and the sapphire glows it is all it is everything you both grow dim and burn on rapid tears of fever

[simply-calidreamer]

Yes I agree. More is needed

We need more Pink Floyd x y/n fanfictions

[steelyliz]

i have a long plane ride to germany next week… maybe i’ll actually write something….

recently writing has been stumped in favour of its shorter and easier form: roleplay. how i love roleplay because it’s half the work, but twice the fun

[daisyfloyd]

Oh yeah, part two, equally depressing. Remember to read the tags! This got a bit longer than expected so a third chapter will be needed. Hope you don't mind. Love. ♥

[morwennawrites]

Eleanor Corbyn enters the world of the music industry. Meeting Pink Floyd was a coincidence. Falling in love with Nick Mason... that was a choice. What started as a friendship can soon change completely with just one kiss. Fools fall in love, wise make it work.

(Note: English isn't my first language, if there was a mistake let me know, please.)

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

[daisyfloyd]

I'm so honoured, best New Years present ever. You're truly an ARTIST in all caps. Hope you have an amazing, prosperous, memorable 2023!

Give me a sec to go quietly cry in a corner about how beautiful this is, and then I'll be back with more fics.

Much love. ❤️

@daisyfloyd happy new years you amazing writer! Can't wait to see what you have planned for this year!!

[torithealienblog]

*being down bad for my professor intensifies*

nah fr hes such a great guy. an asshole but i love him. like... a likeable asshole. idk he bullies me and its funny like ok damn 😂 anyway he wants me so bad (the delulu is real 😭) he basically asked for my hand in marriage (put two of my self portraits on display bc they were THAT good 😌) and then i ask him for advice on a piece im working on, and then says to remind him to help me on the next class day first thing, and when next class day rolls around , he was already waiting for me 😌uwu i live in his brain rent free🫶🏽 not to mention whenever a cool concert rolls around im the first person he comes to and tells me about how hes gonna go see Pearl Jam (he offered to sell me his really good seats for $200) (i didnt take it bc im broke and id take momma franco with me anyways if i did, so id need two tickets), he also told me hes gonna go see David Gilmour like ok 😭😭😭 rub it in my face why dont you 😭😭😭 anyway he wants me so bad its obvious 🙄

(this is all /ns /j , i dont actually think my professor who is happily married and has a daughter who he loves sm (like he doesn't stop talking about his daughter hes such a good dad) actually has a thing for me, if anything he probably sees me as another one of his kids or like a mentee. or more likely just another student he teaches. i just like letting myself be delusional bc i like to fantasize about unlikely scenarios to pass time and to help cope with this sad depressing world we live in. it spices up my life a bit. like im living in a fanfic/ movie.)