⛧𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆⛧
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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!
My special interests include the 60s, 70s, and 80s, Led Zeppelin, Queen, Aerosmith, Michael Jackson, Ariana Grande, Demi Lovato, films, WWE, and... MUSIC.
I write fanfiction about Robert Plant and Brian May, which is what my blog is mainly centred around.
Don't be afraid to shoot me a message; I may be Northern English but I am very nice. Promise.
((Side note, if you are one of those Jimbert stans who fully believe that they were in a relationship/have very real feelings towards each other... Navigate my blog with caution, because that ain't it for me. I support everyone's freedom to fantasise and write fanfic, draw fanart, etc of anything, but when it goes beyond fantasy and starts becoming something real, that's when I draw the line. Y'all know who you are.))
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:
Smut
Fluff
x Reader
Personalised (you choose the name insert)
x OC
FxM pairings (smut and fluff)
FxF pairings (smut and fluff)
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:
Creepy shit. Like... obviously dodgy areas. Pedophilia, necrophilia, non-con, etc...
Food kinks and pregnancy kinks (no kink shaming here, I just personally feel uncomfortable with it)
MxM pairings (smut and romantic fluff)
Pairings of real life people such as band mate x band mate
I will pretty much write anything apart from the above, don't be shy to be specific with your requests. The more detailed, the better!
To Love So Completely (Robert Plant x fem!OC mini series)
Got My Timing Right (Book 3 of my Brian May series)
Allure pt. 2 (Sequel to my Brian May one shot Allure)
Herbal Clouds (1969 Brian May one shot)
Robert Plant anon request
𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐘
Peace Lovin' Guy Series
Book 1: Peace Lovin' Guy (completed, in the process of uploading on Tumblr)
Book 2: Get Your Heart Beating (completed, in the process of uploading on Tumblr)
Book 3: Got My Timing Right (ongoing)
Book 4: Can't Understand It (TBA)
Book 5: A Sweetheart Hand (TBA)
Book 6: Through the Madness (TBA)
One Shots
Allure **
𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓
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 **
Honey Bee | fic board
To Love So Completely | fic board
Peace Lovin’ Guy (PLG Book 1) | fic board
Allure | fic board
Get Your Heart Beating (PLG Book 2) | fic board
Got My Timing Right (PLG Book 3) | fic board
Little Wayward Girl | fic board
Daddy’s Attention | fic board
Aphrodite | fic board
Cherry Lips | fic board
The High Life | fic board
Fine Wine | fic board
Spotlight | fic board
To Love So Completely | fic playlist
Allure | fic playlist
Honey Bee | fic playlist
Peace Lovin’ Guy | fic playlist
Get Your Heart Beating | fic playlist
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
Bother
@celestial-dragoness writes some fantastic Robert Plant fanfiction, and is one of the sweetest people ever. She's also a talented crocheter :p
@firethatgrewsolow has some of the best Robert fics on the internet, and is just as unhinged as the rest of the Zep fandom, and fucking lovely.
@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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The jacket [R. T]
Roger Taylor x fem!reader
Word count: 2k
summary: by chance you find just what you wanted at a stall in Kensington market… but some problems arise
A/N: I got a little (a lot) obsessed with the story of Queen and especially Roger, so I couldn't pass up the opportunity. Tell me if you like it!
It was a cold, cloudy day, like most days in London, and you were walking in the direction of a sign posted on a building; Kensington market. You had earned a little extra money at work, so you planned to spend it all on quirky, colorful clothes like the ones they sold out there.
The place was huge so when you walked in you didn’t even know where to start. Each time you were filling more and more the backpack that you had carried with clothes of all kinds and you were happy to find cheap things that would work for you.
You were walking down an aisle quite distracted with clothes hanging on top of the stalls and almost like a miracle your eyes found it. It was an absolutely gorgeous jacket, just like the one you’ve been wanting for months, so you practically rushed over to the booth to touch it with your hands.
It was soft, brown in color, and with plush fabric that felt soft to the touch.
“Good morning, miss” you heard someone say in front of you. You had been so focused on the piece of clothing that you didn’t notice the man.
You were silent for a second, taken aback by the way he looked: golden hair, bright blue eyes, and white skin that looked neat. His features were delicate and he was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt.
“Huh… hi,” you said, feeling shy all of a sudden.
He was very handsome and that intimidated you, but the sweet smile he offered you afterward eliminated that feeling almost completely.
“Do you like that? It belonged to the countess from a distant country, she used to wear it to go out for a walk on cold mornings and it was her favorite, but one day she had a fight with her lover and he got rid of the garment out of spite.
It is a unique piece of its kind” he told you. Your first instinct was to furrow your brows in confusion, wondering if he was really telling you the truth or just making you look like a fool, but then you thought it was just a story he had built up on the fly to make the deal more interesting. That made you smile a little.
“How surprising. It must have cost a fortune if it belonged to royalty.”
“Oh, of course. But I can give you a special price and it will be yours for the ridiculous amount of 20 pounds” by this point it was obvious that he had made the story up, but you were surprised to hear the price. It was a little more expensive than what you had spent on other clothes, but you couldn’t deny that you were captivated from the beginning and it would be a crime not to take home that jacket “What do you say?” he asked noticing your silence. When your eyes met his, you felt nervous again.
“It’s more than I expected,” you said sincerely “But I admit that this is beautiful. So that’s fine, I’ll pay for it” you exclaimed as your eyes lit up.
“Smart girl,” he complimented you, smiling at you again. You could tell that he was a charismatic guy “I’m Roger, do you have a name?”
“Y/N”
“Pretty name for a pretty girl,” he murmured and for the first time you burst out laughing.
“How original,” you said sarcastically. That was one of the most cliché phrases you had ever heard in your life, but even with that you couldn’t help but smile.
“I’m serious. It’s cute” he insisted. How old was that boy? He looked young, but the only thing that terrified you was that he was so much younger than you. You wondered if he sold clothes for a living or had a real job or if he was studying at some university or if he had a girlfriend. You weren’t attracted to all the men who passed before your eyes, but this one in particular had something that had captivated you a little. A bit embarrassed, you handed him a bill which he exchanged for the jacket. “Do you need a bag for that?”
“No, I’ll use it now” you answered and fulfilled what was said. He let out a low whistle.
“Looks Good. It was a great purchase,” he said. It was probably routine with all the customers so they would be satisfied with what they just bought, but you didn’t care.
“Thank you, have a nice day” you murmured as you took your things to continue with the walk.
“Have a wonderful day too. Whenever you want to come back, I’ll be waiting for you” he politely said goodbye. Again you thought that it was something he said to all the buyers and at this you showed him a grateful smile.
You thought that after walking through a few more stalls and not liking anything, it was best to go home. You could put on the TV for a while, make tea, and enjoy a lazy Sunday.
You were wandering down the long corridor in thought until something interrupted your thoughts and made you let out a shriek.
It was that boy again.
“Hey” he exhaled agitatedly. He looked like he had run and his cheeks were flushed as he looked at you.
“Hello,” you said confused. His hand was on your bicep, but he only held it there for just a moment and then fell back to his side.
“Listen, I’m… I’m really embarrassed, but I need the jacket back,” he mumbled, but all he managed to do was deepen your frown, so he thought he’d better speak again “It wasn’t for sale, my partner left it there and that’s why I thought it was, but… it’s important and I’m probably going to end up dead if I don’t take it” he explained. You could have told him no and you would have every right, of course, since the mistake had been his, but he sounded so desperate and sincere that you felt bad for him. Maybe the universe was trying hard because you didn’t get it.
“I thought he belonged to a countess” you joked without much encouragement. He laughed nervously and was overjoyed when he saw that you had started to take it off.
“It’s more like a queen” he snorted and you instantly understood why his urge to get it back; it belonged to his girlfriend. You were going to give it to him when a doubt invaded you.
“You’re going to give me my money back, right?”
“Yes! Of course I will” he hastened to reply “And I’ll give you whatever you want from the position as compensation, I’m really sorry”
“Oh, it’s not necessary”
“I insist,” he said with determination “If you want you can accompany me for your money and so you choose something, does it sound good?”
he asked with a smile. Either way you had to tag along for the money and you thought the idea of getting something for free sounded too tentative.
After you nodded your head, the two of you began to walk in silence, but it didn’t take you more than a few minutes to reach the place.
You had expected to see a pretty girl, but in her place was a man with long hair and a furious expression.
“You are an idiot, Roger”
“I already told you I didn’t know! It’s your fault for just leaving it there” he defended himself.
Apparently the opposite hadn’t noticed your presence and when he did his expression softened considerably.
“Sorry what my friend put you through, love,” he apologized, but you waved your hand dismissively. “But at least I have to admit you have good taste,” he continued, making you laugh.
“It’s a really beautiful jacket”
“We have some similar ones back here and there are also some dresses that I think would look perfect on you, what kind of clothes do you like to wear? Because an A-line skirt would really flatter you,” he started to say, pulling you inside and causing you to lose sight of the blonde. He had an impeccable fashion sense and for a moment you wondered if he was a... gay man. To be honest it wasn't something that bothered you, but many people considered it a mental disorder and a sin. Then you also wondered if the blond in front of the stall was that boy’s boyfriend “My name it’s Freddie, by the way”
“I’m Y/N”
“Nice to meet you. Usually it’s Roger who gets the attention of the nice girls, but now he’s too embarrassed with you to do anything” he sneered. You didn’t expect that and you were surprised, but with that sentence you had confirmed that the blond liked girls, with the possibility that you were one of them “Do you like this dress? It’s an antique, but if you pin it here and take off the sleeve it’ll look wonderful,” he continued. You weren’t planning on staying that long, but Freddie’s advice was great and you liked the view out there. At some point Roger joined the conversation, possibly getting over his embarrassment, and before long you were having a fantastic time. They were both very charming and friendly.
“Although I liked being with you, I have to go, I still need to buy a couple of things” you expressed embarrassed “But thanks for everything, the advice and that”
“It was a pleasure, you can come back any day you want, we’re here every weekend, right, Roger?” Freddie said gently.
“Sometimes only Freddie is there, I’m going to play”
“Like… in a band?” you asked, slightly interested, hoping not to be reckless.
“Yeah, in a band called Smile” he muttered happily “I play drums”
“Wow” you gestured “And it’s like… ballads and stuff?”
“It’s rock”
“Oh” you sighed again. You wouldn’t have guessed that he would do that, but now that you knew, his style seemed to fit very well. You could imagine him on stage banging on the drums.
“You should hear them one day” Freddie went ahead to say and you looked at him in surprise “You have a show at the Imperial next week, don’t you Rog?”
“Huh-uh,” he said, a little nervous. He didn’t expect Freddie to do that and he was going to make sure he charged him dearly.
“Well, I’ll have to go around there” you replied “If you don’t mind, of course”
“Not at all. The more the merrier, isn’t it?” he laughed. He sounded quite sincere and you eliminated the idea that he would have been made uncomfortable by the idea of you in one of his shows.
“Well, it’s done” you smiled. You really had to go or you wouldn’t have enough time for the rest of the day “See you later”
“Saturday 8:00 PM at the Imperial, don’t forget it! Have a wonderful week, darling”
“Goodbye,” said Freddie and Roger respectively.
Both of them watched you walk down the hall until you were lost in the distance “Fred, may I know why the hell you did that?” Roger yelled, you were barely a safe distance away.
“C’mon! You were dying to invite her” he mocked his friend. Roger was so flushed that he looked like a ripe tomato “And I’ve never seen you be shy around women”
“But I sold him a jacket that I later took from him”
“And we gave her an item of clothing and my priceless fashion tips. I think that makes up for it” he continued, at his calmest for the matter “Besides you owe me this”
“What?”
“Yeah, I don’t know when I’ll ever get a chance to embarrass you again for almost losing my precious, so I decided to do it now,” Freddie muttered, shrugging softly, as he arranged a few china figurines they were selling.
“You are the worst”
“When you’re making out with her behind your car, you’re going to thank me,” he assured him. Roger grunted and then laughed as he gently shook his head. As much as he wanted to deny it, he felt a little happy at the thought of seeing you again.
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