#kyunisixx

[jonesyjonesyjonesy]

we MISSED @kyunisixx’s BIRTHDAYY SO

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KENNNNYYYYYYY

enjoy a dance 💃

strike a pose

enjoy all the love

And get whacky WE LOVE YOU

#KENNNNYYYY #kyunisixx #john paul jones

[jimmys-zeppelin]

bloodlust

mature content / nsfw / blood / vampirism

My veins are constricting into themselves. Thinning. My fingers and toes run cold and my heartbeat whooshes in my ears slower and slower with each second that goes by.

His lips are red-hot on my neck. Small, button-nose inhaling the scent of my skin as he gets his fix of me. His hair falls into perfect curls on his shoulders. He’s so absolutely beautiful I can’t contain it. I hold his bicep, my grip getting looser as he drains me. I try to squeeze when my fingers tingle, but to no avail. My body shivers beneath him and the blood starts dripping from his mouth when he can no longer hold any more. The flow is too much for him to drink.

“Jimm…” I whimper. Still-hot blood drips down the mounds over my chest, trails down the length of my torso. His fingers are inside me, and soon the blood encounters him. He thrusts my own blood back into my body. I can taste it in my mouth.

Then, I convulse. It’s euphoric.

“So good for me,” he mutters. Tears fall from my eyes. I love him.

I fall into a void of black. He’s taken too much—not enough. I’m grateful. It’s an orgasmic experience. Before I black out I hear him: his moan of graciousness. I served him adequately. It makes me happy.

--

hi 👀

so I had this idea yesterday about vampire jimmy and immediately started writing it. it's very far out of my comfort zone and much darker than what I usually write. if you're all interested, I can write it out to be longer and maybe even make it a few part one-shot series. please let me know. as always, thank you so much for reading.

happy halloween! 🎃

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taglist: @witchesdust @jonesyjonesyjonesy @paginate54 @hejustsatisfiess @salixfragilis @misternoirr @reincarnated70sbaby @rebel-without-a-zeppelin @kyunisixx @blackberryblossom @jimmypages @foreverandadaydarling @lzep @n0quart3r @verrbena-in-the-air @groovyysav if you want to be added to the list let me know!

#certainly one of the most visceral sexy things I've written #been fantasizing about vampire jimmy #picture.....1975 jimmy #long hair #beautiful face #you know #jimmy page #led zeppelin #fanfic #fanfiction #tw blood #tw vampire #au #alternate universe #kind of not really #vampire #bloodlust

[sastrugie]

Kinda tagged by @thewhobynumbers to post my 5 on repeat songs

1. la la Track - led Zeppelin (CHECK THIS OUT GUYS it's amazing and on the LZII deluxe)

2. Fever - Peggy Lee

3. Journey of the sorcerer - the eagles

4. both sides now - Joni Mitchell

5. castles burning - Neil young

Tagging @electric--love @rebel-without-a-zeppelin @jimmys-zeppelin @ihatetheurl @dreamersdrowse @kyunisixx @matty-heally and @rocknrollnbitch

#tag game #thx

[kyunisixx]

Sooooo.... I decided to let my two accounts co-exist. I think it's much better to keep my original blog (@/kyunisixx) and have separate aesthetics and interests on each. This main blog will be the home of my classic rock posts and rbs, fic recs about classic rock figures, etc. And if you're interested in following my second blog which basically contains rbs, fic recs and posts about Pedro Pascal (and some more *cough* peepaws) + other contents like gif/post rbs of films, aesthetics etc., here she is @kennysbellbottoms

[rosyfingereddawnn]

SYD I was just saying "I don't see enough of my sunshine on my dash anymore :(" and soon enough I've realized you've changed your URL and theme! I love it and I love you I hope you are doing well ❤❤❤

KENNY 🥺 i really do love that lil nickname i must say :)

and yes!! i wanted to post everything that makes my brain spark the slightest bit and i didn’t wanna mess with the Classic Rock Theme so i just scrapped it and changed it up :)

you’re actually so SWEET god i love you ❤️

#asks #kyunisixx

[glimmerofsanity]

8 & 18 💕

Thanks for the asks lovely 😘 tw: body image and dysmorphia

8. what is something that gets to you that you wish wouldn't

I really struggle with body image & for years I didn't realise cause I was pretty much the standard beauty ideal in terms of size. Then I got a bit older & lockdown happened & like a lot of people I gained some weight, but this was a first for me, so it was hard, I'd been the same size since forever. Now suddenly my clothes didn't fit & photoshoots became this absolutely terrifying ordeal. (I'd just like to point out I'm not fat, I'm still very privileged & fit ideal beauty standards, I'm just bigger than I was) I'd always thought I'd been pretty body positive so I couldn't understand why this impacted me so much, but then I realised it was because I had always fit into the ideal beauty standard, yay internalised fatphobia. I'm still working on it & I know I'm not the only one. (Also the modelling industry will never be helpful if you feel like this, so yeah)

18. what is something you can't bring yourself to get rid of

Umm, I keep everything, I'm such a sentimental hoarder! But I'll tell you about something I recently got rid of; story time! So I've kept all my uni/college work cause, I don't know, I put a lot of effort into most of it & some of it I'm really proud of. However if you're one of the few people who followed me back in 2012, you'll remember how I got accused of plagiarising myself (wtf) for one assignment that was worth 40% of my final grade, & domino effect, I failed the assignment, course & my entire degree wow what a time this was! Anyway, I kept that assignment & the dumb letter my professor wrote explaining why I failed, but like, why?! My friend recently had a cathartic burning of her thesis & said we could all bring stuff to burn too, so I burnt the assignment & the letter. It was somewhat cathartic, I mean it's been 9 years, I need to let go, but honestly, it's so hard, & there's still a lot of resentment & anger there

#kyunisixx #asks

[daughter-of-aphrodite]

5, 16 & 31 for the ask! 😊

Hello darling heart 💖☺️

5: when was the last time you wrote someone a letter on paper? I honestly have no idea but do postcards count? If postcards count, I sent postcards in 2019 from Vietnam. ✈️

16: first instrument you learned to play? It was guitar when I was a teenager but I haven't played in years.

31: have you ever stayed up to talk to someone who was sad? Yes, I have many times. I try to be a safe place for anyone who needs it. ❤️

Thank you for the ask! ❤️😘

#ask games #kyunisixx

[reincarnated70sbaby]

navigation

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one shots

the babysittter - jimmy page x fem!reader*

loosen up - rolling stones x reader

nail polish - jimmy page x reader

night fever - jimmy page x fem!oc

maritime madness - led zeppelin x reader

linger - robert plant x fem!oc

series

star crossed masterlist (on indefinite hiatus)

tag list : @princesspagey @rebel-without-a-zeppelin @dreamersdrowse @kyunisixx ask me if you would like to be tagged !!

[jonesyjonesyjonesy]

I haven't done a six sentence sunday for Wildflowers in a while, but oh boy, oh boy am I stoked to fuck with you all.

“The veins in your eyes. They look like…lightning.”

I pursed my lips.

“Did you know that?” he asked eagerly.

This wasn’t going well. “Lift your arms, John.”

The sheer curiosity in his expression turned into a smirk that would have been playful in a different moment, but for now made my stomach lunge to expel itself through my mouth. “Are you trying to get into my trousers?”

“I’m trying…to get you ready for bed. You need to rest,” I said as calmly as I could though my blood had been absolutely roiling for the past half hour.

John lifted a hand, unsteady like he was under anesthesia. He gripped the collar of my dressing gown and tried to pull me down toward him, but his strength was buffeted by whatever was in his system and his hand plummeted to the mattress. “You really ought to buy a lady dinner first, Maureen.”

I should explain from the beginning, shouldn’t I?

Hehehehe I am so excited to watch the world burn. Sorry.

tag list: @jimmys-zeppelin, @kari-12-10, @grxtsch, @digitcc, @ritacaroline, @kyunisixx, @salixfragilis, @rebel-without-a-zeppelin, @jimmypages, @dollyvandal, @cassiana-on-dark-side, @thepinklovewitch, @faisonsunreve, @sastrugie, @seventieswhore, @t4ngerinedr3am, @mayspringcome, @barrettavenue, @foreverandadaydarling, @glimmerofsanity, @montereypopgroupie, @lzep, @jimmysdragonsuit13, @n0quart3r, @larsgoingtomars, @paginate54, @leveeisbreaking, @callmethehunter (let me know if you’d like to be added 💋)

#sorry but i'm not :)) #six sentence sunday #a little more than six #but #we love to see it #wildflowers #john paul jones x oc #led zeppelin #wf #jjj

[jimmys-zeppelin]

green

Word Count: 132

He was wearing green when I saw him for the first time.

Green to match his eyes. Green like my envy of the woman who got to sleep beside him every night.

But later I learned there was no woman and my envy was in vain. He had wanted me too.

There was an electricity to the way he looked at me, and I him. We knew then we were likely made for each other, unable to keep our eyes off one another as the price scanner beeped idly in our ears.

To call us kindred spirits wouldn't be enough. You and I are different parts of the same moonbeam. James, you plague my dreams, but I'd let you infect me with your presence a thousand times even if it brought my demise.

--

hello! this is just a very short piece I wrote recently. it's just shy of a poem, I guess, but I'm shit at poems so I guess not haha. anyway, I wrote this for one of my creative writing classes for my final project (I made it about jimmy, unsurprisingly) and decided you all would probably like it too. this is meant to be in the context of moonbeam, but you can take it any way you'd like. speaking of moonbeam, I thank you all very much for your patience and am glad to say chapter four will be coming out very very soon!

anyway, I hope you enjoyed this short little musing about jimmy, I love you all!! — xoxo em

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taglist: @diaryofafan17 @keepcalmandcarryfire @witchesdust @jonesyjonesyjonesy @paginate54 @hejustsatisfiess @salixfragilis @jaketkiszka @reincarnated70sbaby @rebel-without-a-zeppelin @kyunisixx @blackberryblossom @jimmypages @foreverandadaydarling @lzep @n0quart3r @tiny-sorceress-mads @verrbena-in-the-air if you want to be added to the list let me know!

#just a short little something #I feel a bit embarrassed? posting this hehe but I'm sure y'all would like it too #em is musing about her muse 🤭 #jimmy page #led zeppelin #fanfic #fanfiction

[sastrugie]

in these last days i really was dependent on the love of friends and family so I wanted to give something back <3

✬✭✮✯thanks too yall for making my dashboard so wonderfully funny, versatile and interesting! You´re all beautiful personalities with so many good qualities, I hope you realise this !✬✭✮✯

@fancycolours @candyandcurrantbun @likeratsfromasinkinship @lovehopeandconfusion @m-faithfull @rocknrolldisgrace @rebel-without-a-zeppelin @jimmypages @jimmys-zeppelin @jonesyjonesyjonesy @timetraveller4 @gingermoonrising @highnumbers @raptorcat1960 @cassiana-it @angiesasadboy @sevenseasofyeet @miss-violet @david-watts @kyunisixx @salixfragilis @calico-skiess @tophats-n-lespauls @a-british-guardsman @bilbao-song @vostokovasmelina @chrysochromulina @missmarymaywindsor @collarsncrowns @allnightstand @overthinkinks

im so sorry if I forgot anyone <3 enjoy your sunday loves

#tag game #love from me to you #<3

[jonesyjonesyjonesy]

what is josh's best look and why is it Lolla2020.... what a moment in history

anon you're so right. say it louder.

like what the fcuk are we actually talking about. this man is so fucking divine it drives me insane.

like the magician x santa clause realness shouldn't work and yet here i am, lusting lusting LUSTINGGGGG

@kyunisixx, kenny come back and look

#anon #ask #josh homme #queens of the stone age #them crooked vultures tcv #tcv #qotsa

[jimmys-zeppelin]

hi everyone!! I have a little bit of something I wrote down over the summer that I wasn't too happy with, but am now realizing is actually not bad lol. anyway, this is set just after the 1970 melody maker awards ceremony with jimbo 🫶🏼 enjoy!

The crystalline award sat on the coffee table in tandem with the clothes scattered all over the floor. It was like they watched me with a knowing eye. Watched us. 

Our breaths had synchronized in the wake of his sleepiness and I felt like a mother cradling her child with the way he lay over me. Spent from a night of socialization and a transient evening of casual sex that ended with us both on the sofa, Jimmy had been handed all the wins he could possibly want for a day. 

While he was ready for bed, there were still dirty dishes awaiting me in the kitchen, an untidy house that was not mine, and most importantly: a man laid on top of me keeping me from existing comfortably in our shared bed. 

--

and here's some eye candy inspiration for ya ;)

masterlist

taglist: @keepcalmandcarryfire @witchesdust @jonesyjonesyjonesy @paginate54 @hejustsatisfiess @salixfragilis @modernloverss @reincarnated70sbaby @rebel-without-a-zeppelin @kyunisixx @blackberryblossom @jimmypages @foreverandadaydarling @lzep @n0quart3r @verrbena-in-the-air if you want to be added to the list let me know!

#this is probably gonna be a smut #or who fucking knows #more domesticity #because that's all I write #😅 #jimmy page #led zeppelin #fanfic #fanfiction #six sentence sunday

[jimmys-zeppelin]

hi hi!! I'm back because I was just too excited and wanted to share a little blurb from part three of arrow through me! I'm still working on a bunch of other things but they should come out as the summer goes on.

just for a bit of context, I have changed the pov of the story to the third person and y/n's name is now jeanie!

anyway, please enjoy, and if you'd like to catch up and read parts one and two of arrow through me you can find them here! and if you're interested in my other works, my masterlist will be linked at the bottom of this post <3

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Jeanie was demure in her kiss to Jimmy's lips, as if she was almost shy to exhibit such an act of affection towards him. Despite their near ten years together, she was still hesitant in showing him affection when not in the privacy of their own private space.

Jimmy took her cheeks into his palms, his body calming in their embrace and letting the rain envelope them. His forehead leaned onto Jeanie's, his soaked hair plastered against his forehead and cheeks. "Think we'll melt anytime soon, Dorothy?" he asked.

"I should hope not, Toto," she replied. Jimmy's face twisted, and Jeanie grinned at his reaction, holding back a laugh.

"I'm Toto?"

"Who else would you be?"

He thought on it for a beat, "Tin Man."

"No way am I having a child with the Tin Man!" Jeanie fought back.

"Well I don't want to be the Cowardly Lion," Jimmy said.

"Aw, but you'd be so cute as the lion..." Jeanie replied endearingly. She smoothed a bit of Jimmy's hair, taking in his dripping features; how they'd changed in only six years.

"The scarecrow can be cute, too, Jeanie," Jimmy pretended to debate the idea.

"You are not the scarecrow."

"Sometimes I think I'm in need of a brain."

"Sometimes..." Jeanie agreed, "But you've still got a heart. Thus, that would make you the lion," she smiled. "My cowardly lion."

Jimmy conceded, kissing Jeanie's wet forehead, "Let's head back in, yeah? My balls are in my stomach."

-

masterlist!!

taglist: @keepcalmandcarryfire @witchesdust @jonesyjonesyjonesy @paginate54 @hejustsatisfiess @salixfragilis @modernloverss @reincarnated70sbaby @rebel-without-a-zeppelin @kyunisixx @blackberryblossom @jimmypages @foreverandadaydarling @lzep @n0quart3r @verrbena-in-the-air if you want to be added to the list let me know!

#it's been a long time y'all #just thought I'd give you some content on this fine sunday hehe #jimmy page #led zeppelin #fanfic #fanfiction #six sentence sunday

[jonesyjonesyjonesy]

Reconciliation, pt. ii

a john paul jones x fem!oc fic in special collaboration with @kyunisixx

summary:  Father John has been the beloved pastor of St. Rose's parish for 30 years. But when a young, secretive seamstress joins his flock, vows of poverty, obedience, and chastity may be hard to keep.

table of contents │ previous chapter

masterlist│ko-fi

notes: priest!jonesy au, middle!jonesy, hierophilia

pt. ii, penance

“The recovery of your soul is as important to me as anything.”

She had heard of him before she saw him, mostly through the complaints of her fellow parishioners at St. Anne’s. Father Baldwin was apparently not as solemn as he should be. This was confirmed at first mass at St. Rose’s when she and the ousted St. Anneians gathered in the narthex with steaming cups of cheap coffee.

“A priest shouldn’t be cheeky,” her fiancé, Peter, lamented. “And he certainly shouldn’t be so familiar. Father John? Where’s the gravity in that?”

Rebecca understood their resistance: they had been used to Father Egan, their former pastor, full of fire and brimstone. But unlike her fiancé and friends, Rebecca did not miss Father Egan. As he got older and his memory deteriorated, his solemnity turned into volatility. Each Sunday morning, she would avoid eye contact with Father Egan as they left mass. She was secretly very grateful he wouldn’t preside over her wedding.

More than anything, after their first mass at St. Rose’s, Rebecca felt relief. While Father John looked like a falcon in the dive, his voice and attitude didn’t match that at all. Rebecca did not mind that Father Baldwin preferred to be called Father John. She didn’t mind that he made a tongue in cheek joke to the cantor midway through mass when the choir missed their cue into ‘How Great Thou Art’, and she didn’t mind that his anecdote in his homily was met with huge amounts of laughter from the congregation (even if she had to bite her tongue to avoid a glare from Peter).

Rebecca did not mind Father John and his congregation at St. Rose’s. She rather liked them. They were joyful. It’s why she enjoyed making the clothes for her dancers. Everyone just seemed happy to be there versus constant somberness. But she still felt very withdrawn and shy from all the years of being told that Hell was not just a possibility but an inevitability. As she left the church on Peter’s arm that first Sunday, she lowered her head with a smile to the priest and gave him her gloved hand, so shy she was unable to utter even a word of thanks. When she raised her gaze, Father John gave her a warm smile that dimpled his cheeks: “Thank you for coming.”

When Rebecca didn’t reply, Peter grimly replied, “Thank you, Father.”

On the car ride home, Rebecca was so desperately embarrassed. He thanked her after mass. It felt so wrong to be thanked when he had been the one giving her communion. She resolved to amend this by attending the newly scheduled reconciliation on Thursday evening. There, she could apologize for not appreciating him properly.

Perhaps it was the softness of his voice, the way he asked his questions, for the fact she could see him just slightly through the screen, his hands arching back and forth, that she ended up telling him much, much more. Whenever she attended confession at St. Anne’s, Rebecca was cagey and distant with Father Egan. She never would have told him the truth of her work and certainly would never have talked back to him in the confessional booth.

But Father John was a different sort of priest. Father John did not harbor the fear of judgement as much as it seemed he celebrated it with wonder and awe. And even though he did not have answers for her, she walked away from confession feeling lighter than before.  

The next weekend, despite Rebecca’s burgeoning fondness for St. Rose’s, her old chums from St. Anne’s were still armed with complaint. “Confession,” Peter said haughtily over a cup of coffee, “should be offered weekly. After all, most of us have things for which to pay penance even just once a day.” Rebecca swore he was looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

At the behest of the St. Anne’s cohort, Father John conceded to dedicate every Thursday night to confession.

“You are very lucky to have found such a God-fearing man, Becky,” her unmarried friend, Teresa, had said to her once.

Yes, Rebecca knew she should feel lucky. But she didn’t. Peter’s severe grace had been so attractive in the beginning, but was beginning to feel like an iron vice. She even noticed her shoulders grip at her ears once when he walked into the room.

Peter, for all his God-fearing dignity, had an expectation that she attend weekly confession despite his inability to – after all, he was much too tired after working all day at a desk and needed to rest. “You go in my stead. We’ll be of one mind soon enough,” Peter said sweetly, hand hooked under her chin. “Besides, you’re sorting yourself out for me.”

This is how she found herself at confession only a week after her last one. It took her half an hour to get the courage to go inside this time, would have waited longer if the late Autumn chill hadn’t set in. She couldn’t bear him telling her she needed to stop her work. The vibrant young women (and men, but she hadn’t told Peter that part) who requested garments from her were kind and lovely. They worked hard for their money, even if it was unseemly. Rebecca was sort of jealous of them: they felt so free to share their bodies; she barely felt free enough to share her voice when singing along to hymns in mass.

“Too late?” she asked nervously when she entered the booth.

“Never,” he answered.

Father John’s warm voice propelled her into the nook; she cozily sat herself in the corner and felt her bones fill with warmth.

“You’re back.”

“I am.”

“I was worried I had made you nervous last week.”

On the contrary. “I’ve been curious if you’ve given my situation any more thought, Father.”

“You’ve been curious,” he echoed.

“Of course –“ Rebecca interceded quickly. “Of course, I don’t mean that tritely. And I don’t assume that my problems – you must have so many other things to be putting your energy and mind to, that my misgivings are –“

“My child –“

“—are nothing really, are they?”

Father John waited for her to finish before offering a response. “The recovery of your soul is as important to me as anything.”

Her eyes fluttered shut and she tightened her arms around her purse sitting in her lap. “I apologize for underestimating your compassion, Father,” Rebecca murmured.

“I do not feel underestimated, don’t you worry,” he said, a smile sneaking into his words. But his warmth was betrayed by a hoarseness to his voice she hadn’t noticed before.

“You sound tired, Father,” she said.

There was a silence through the booth, then the creaking of his bench as he resituated in his seat. “I am, my dear, but that is of no consequence.”

Peeking through the diamond lattice, Rebecca caught a glimpse of Father John. She could only see his lap how his stomach bent into the tops of his thighs and then his knees. He was not dressed in his vestments as he was the week before, but was instead wearing casual clerical slacks. Well-creased, black as night. “You’ve been talking all night…” she said with an amount of realization.

“Comes with the job,” Father John says with a sarcastic enthusiasm. His hands land on his knees. Wide hands. “Don’t mind that as much as I mind this box. It gets so warm the longer these bulbs are on and one of my greatest faults is always forgetting a handkerchief.”

Rebecca quickly unclasped her black pocketbook, reaching inside for her cloth envelope of handkerchiefs. She sorted through and selected the one she had embroidered with poppies in honor of Remembrance Day. Then, with some amount of inelegance, poked the handkerchief through the diamond lattice with her finger. “I’m sorry to keep you then, Father.”

“Oh, you –“ he faltered. “You mustn’t, I’ll get that absolutely drenched.”

“Please, I don’t mind you can –“ Rebecca started feeling herself flush, the heat he had mentioned rising in her cheeks. “You can keep it, Father.”

“I couldn’t.”

“I’m the one who is keeping you under duress. You either accept my handkerchief, or I leave you mid-confession,” she said and then added with humor, “and that could be very awkward.”

Father John laughed lightly. “You drive a hard bargain.”

She felt his fingers tug on the handkerchief and watched it slip through the lattice with a swish. Father John unfolded it on his lap. “This is too lovely to be ruined with sweat, my dear, please reconsider.”

“Father.”

Rebecca heard him sigh and watched him lift the handkerchief up until she could no longer see it. She leaned back against the wall of the confessional and imagined his forehead bedewed with sweat, him pressing her handkerchief to the skin, eyes closing in relief. Perversely, she looked forward to the moment she could brag to Peter about handing over her handkerchief to Father John, hoping he would kiss her hands, reward her for an act of compassion.

“Thank you,” came his voice, gentle and worn.

“You’re very welcome.”

“Is this…is this your handiwork?”

Rebecca nodded, then realized he couldn’t see her. “Yes, yes. When I have a moment to sew for myself. I make rosaries on occasion as well.” She reached into her purse again, pulling out the cornflower blue beaded rosary and holding it out on her palm so he could see it through the screen.

“Mm…”

Quiet fell on them again. Rebecca frowned. “Is something wrong, Father?”

“No, I just had a thought,” he said excitedly. “In reflecting on your confessions from last week, I’ve been struck by my inability to guide you away from your work when you say it instills within you some sort of confidence and even…virtue.”

Rebecca smiled gratefully to herself, dropping her gaze into her lap.

“But I haven’t been able to find a way to balance the…imprudence of it. A way to rationalize it when you’re contributing to something very profane.”

Her smile faded and her hand clenched around the rosary. “I understand.”

“No, listen, I…you are clearly very talented to convey such a perfect representation of a poppy on the space of a hankie. Perhaps you would be willing to balance out your activities by donating your services to St. Rose’s. We are –“

“Oh, yes,” Rebecca eagerly interrupted.

“You haven’t even heard what I’m to ask of you, yet.”

“Whatever it is, yes,” she gushed. “I mean, I’m sorry. Overzealousness is unbecoming.” So Peter had told her.

Father John chuckled, “I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into before you agree with such a whole heart.”

“Alright, I won’t interrupt this time.”

“There’s been several panels of fabric collecting dust in the rectory attic that were donated some winters ago. I’ve always thought they’d make nice decorative banners. For Christmas. But there’s never been enough money to get it done and certainly no talent in the congregation, at least not like this,” he said, holding up the blotted handkerchief. “Perhaps it’s ambitious for this year, since Advent is fast approaching, but…a project, for the church.”

Rebecca smiled so hard she practically broke into laughter. “As many projects as you wish.”

tag list: @jimmys-zeppelin, @calico-skiess, @kari-12-10, @grxtsch, @edal-weis, @ritacaroline, @kyunisixx, @salixfragilis, @rebel-without-a-zeppelin, @jimmypages, @dollyvandal, @cassiana-on-dark-side, @thepinklovewitch, @babylennox777, @faisonsunreve, @sastrugie, @matty-heally, @seventieswhore, @raptorcat1960, @jimbypage, @thes0ngremainsthesame-blog, @mayspringcome, @barrettavenue (i'm so sorry if you only wanted to be tagged for wf, but i simply would not be able to keep that straight, ily)

#john paul jones #led zeppelin #fanfiction #au #hierophilia #priest kink