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The Secret

By: ModLennon & ModMcCartney

Rating: T

Pairing: John/Paul

Summery: Modern AU! John meets a boy with a secret, but will he ever find out what it is?

Chapter 3/?

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Tags: @the-beatle-queen

#McLennon #mclennon fic #paul mccartney #John Lennon #modlennon #ModMcCartney #Modern au

The Secret

By: ModLennon & ModMcCartney

Rating: T

Pairing: John/Paul

Summery: Modern AU! John meets a boy with a secret, but will he ever find out what it is?

Chapter 2/?

Previous Chapter

Tags: @another-random-girl

#McLennon #mclennon fic #John Lennon #paul mccartney #Modern au #modlennon #ModMcCartney

The Secret

By ModLennon & Mod McCartney

Rating: T (Little swearing)

Pairing: John/Paul

Summery: Moden AU! John meets a boy with a secret, but will he ever find out what it is?

Chapter: 1/?

Notes: Hey! It’s been a while I know! There have been a lot of things going on. However we have both been working on this story together for a few months and figured the best time to debut it (and return!) would be 6th July, or McLennon day! This is an ongoing project. We have a few chapters already, however we don’t know how many it will be in the end. We also hope to make it an ongoing series as it is quite a light read. Just cute and fluffy McLennon!

xx ModMcCartney

#McLennon #mclennon fic #happy mclennon day!#paul mccartney #John Lennon #Modern au #ModMcCartney #modlennon

baetles

i sat out by the pool on one of the sun chairs with my guitar & started strumming in E, & soon had a few chords, & i think by the time he’d woken up, i had pretty much written the song, so we took it indoors & finished it up.

Paul McCartney

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The One Where He Meets The Boys

Author: nirvanaisclose/Mod Lennon

Rating: G

Disclaimer: I don’t own nuthin’.

A/N: So this is a re-post of the original, which can be found on my main blog @nirvanaisclose. I will be re-posting a lot of the old fics that I plan to continue on this blog. For any of the one that I don’t, you can still find them in my old slash archive on the main blog!

#the beatles #beatles fanfiction #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #brian epstein #mod lennon #babysitter brian #repost

Valentines Day

By: Mod McCartney

Rating: NC-17

Paring: John/Paul

Summery: One year ago John made the biggest mistake of his life. With Valentines Day approaching can he finally make it right?

Warning: Adult themes

Really, getting Paul was not difficult. At least, it wasn’t as difficult as John imagined. He always saw Paul as this unobtainable, higher being. As much as John had pined for him, he would tell himself Paul would end up with someone as gorgeous and flawless as himself and they would be a sickeningly perfect couple in a perfect house with the perfect jobs. Ugh. Of course, Paul did have flaws. And he didn’t want the life John had imagined for him, basically dating a clone of himself. While John had been obsessing over this imaginary life for his crush while putting himself down, Paul had been noticing more and more similarities between them. At first they had seemed like total opposites but as they got to know each other more, Paul noticed a more… two sides of the same coin dynamic. They had very similar dreams and motivations, however would handle them in wildly opposing ways. But their extremes complimented each other. Paul, the sweet charmer could very easily smooth any damage or upset John caused. John, the wild spontaneous adventurer would encourage Paul out of his shell more, helped him be that little more daring and less under his father’s thumb. It was therefore much easier than he had imagined for him to get Paul. Paul was already smitten with John, cool, older and rebellious. One night of heavy drinking, John had simply turned up at Pauls home. Words failed him, but the booze made him bolder and he simply kissed the younger man. The next day he had woken up with Paul snuggled against his chest. After coffee and an explanation from Paul, they were boyfriends. Although nothing was officially said, it was more than obvious. They did everything together, went everywhere together and when they were apart were constantly talking or thinking about the other. When they finally found each other again their embraces and kisses were like they had been apart for years. Of course a candle burning that brightly wears out very quickly. John always cursed himself thinking about that night. What was worse, it was Valentines. John had planned a romantic surprise for Paul. With Mimi away for the week, he had planned a dinner and a little pamper session for Paul. He was excited but a little nervous. What if Paul didn’t like it? What if it was too much? So he did what he always did when he panicked. Drank. Just a beer for courage. That didn’t work as he hoped so maybe another. When the beers weren’t working, he dipped into whiskey. By the time Paul arrived (exactly on time as usual) John was roaring drunk. Paul wasn’t that bothered. He had seen it all. However because of his insecurities John was feeling particularly nasty. And with no one else to tease and snipe at, Paul was the only victim of his poisonous tongue. At first he had tried to ignore it, brush it off as John being drunk and stressed from the planning. But as the night wore on, with wine and Paul not reacting like John wanted, he got more vicious. Paul asked him to stop, why was he being like this? The tears in his doe eyes gave John that sick satisfaction that he was getting to his victim. John didn’t stop. He pushed and pushed until Paul just couldn’t take it. And as easily as the relationship had started, they had ended. John had woken up the next day on the couch. The only evidence of dinner was the neatly stacked dishes on the draining board, no doubt courtesy of Paul. Upstairs Johns room was untouched. The slightly cheesy romantic setting he had worked hard on was still there. Confused he had tried calling Paul and had been told in no uncertain terms by Mike to not call again. That only caused more confusion and John had to go to George for answers. George was Pauls best friend. John had no doubt he would tell him everything. It took a good few days but finally he got his answers. He immediately regretted it. He never meant to hurt Paul! He tried all sorts to get Paul back but to no avail. The damage had been done and was far too fresh. The problem was, George was dating John’s best friend. It made for some uncomfortable situations, mainly birthday celebrations.

Paul woke up bright and early as usual. At first, it was just an ordinary day. He wandered downstairs for some breakfast, thinking he might call around Georges later, see if he was up to anything. His thoughts were interrupted when he cast a glance over his dads’ paper. Feb 13th. Paul felt sick. Was it already nearly Valentine’s day? Fuck. He had had offers, of course he had. Including a very sweet one from George to hang out and have a ‘friends date’. He said Richie didn’t mind celebrating on a different day. But Paul declined them all. Because it shouldn’t be like this! He should be celebrating properly with John! Even after all this time he couldn’t believe the things John had said to him that night. But the conviction he said them… and the way he seemed to enjoy Pauls hurt. Paul sighed and made himself some tea. He found he couldn’t face the world today. Give it a few days and all the shops would be focused on Easter. Valentine’s Day would be a long forgotten memory until next year. When he had finished his drink he intended to hide away in his bedroom for as long as possible. He had no doubt George would be around to check on him. Paul spent the morning making his room into a little blanket fort, stocked it with snacks and drinks and plenty of entertainment. It had worked very well. He felt better in his little world where this damn holiday didn’t exist. It must have been two or three in the afternoon when Paul heard the knock at the door. He paused confused. He had been expecting George, but he wouldn’t knock. He figured maybe his dad or Mike had ordered something, and forced himself downstairs to answer the door. When he opened the door he was greeted with a woman in a uniform holding a rather large and pretty bouquet. Paul accepted the delivery, taking the card that went with it and thanking the lady. He thought nothing of it, assuming it was for Mike. He had stuff like this all the time. He played the field quite a bit and seemed to be perpetually stuck in the honeymoon period of relationships. He should’ve guessed there would be gifts for him today and probably tomorrow too. Paul took them to the sink to let them sit in water until Mike got home. He felt a little pang of sadness looking at them. Among the romantic red and pink roses were some of Pauls favourite flowers, simple daisies and lilies. He sighed, a little part of him wishing he had someone to send him something so sweet and romantic. He couldn’t help it. Paul was the romantic sort, totally putty for the very cute and often a little cheesy romantic surprises that came around this time of year. He had, in a wild moment, thought of sending something to John. But he wasn’t as taken by the romance as Paul and would probably think it was dumb or too slushy for him. With a little wistful sigh Paul went to put the card on the kitchen table so Mike would find it when he got in. He went to leave then did a double take. That couldn’t be right…. Could it? He carefully picked up the envelope again and re read it over and over as if his wishful thinking was making him see things. He traced his fingers over the print, maybe he could wipe away the delusion and would see Mikes name underneath. But no matter what he did, it still said in plain black print, Mr J. P. McCartney. Only a few people used or even knew his first name was James. Maybe it was George and Richie trying to help him feel better. Cautiously he opened it. The card slipped out into Pauls hand. He expected some cutesy cartoon or a for a special friend on the front. That was something George would do. But there wasn’t. It was… confusing yet slightly familiar. There was no words on the front, just pictures. Black and white photo fragments of places and events that called to Paul. He recognised the birthday cake in one photo, but the head had been cut off the person standing over it, no doubt blowing the candles. There were shots clearly taken around Liverpool, some of his favourite places to go around the Docks and parks. Occasionally there was an arm or foot of someone just peeking into shot. But they were horribly blurred, like it had been zoomed into. He carefully opened it, not sure if he should be scared by this or not. Inside there wasn’t many clues either. And it still had an ominous feeling about it. “I need answers. I know you do too.” Under that was an address, time and date. Paul recognised the place. It was a little restaurant he had been to a few times with… no. It couldn’t be… could it? John? That brought both pain and excitement. He never thought John meant those things he had said! He thought John would come to his senses and come round to explain but he never did. Paul knew nothing about the phone calls. He assumed John had meant to break up with him, but he never understood why. So yes. He did need answers. But what answers would John need? Looking back at the front of the card, it started making sense. The snapshots could very easily be from his time with John. And the flowers containing his favourites…. Paul quickly got a vase and sorted the flowers before taking it all up to his room. He set the vase and card on his desk and sat staring at them. Maybe it was just a way to get Pauls attention, it didn’t mean it was a date. It probably wasn’t. Then again… to get dinner out on the 14th reservations must have been made. It would be a little more expensive than a regular night. And why a restaurant where they had had a few of their dates if it was just to talk? In fact their first official date was there. Paul groaned. This was too confusing. Still… his curiosity was piqued. And if John wanted to explain what happened Paul would let him. He might even put in a little effort in his appearance. He had to calm down and not get carried away. This did not mean they would be getting back together. This did not mean they were going on a date. It could all be a twisted mind game, John was good at those. Still there was a tiny, hopeful part of Paul that he just couldn’t calm down. He needed it to be tomorrow already. When he noticed the date this morning he never expected to be excited for the next day.

Paul had had an awful nights sleep. His mind had been racing with all kinds of possibilities. He had weird dreams that kept waking him up. So he rose a little later in the morning. When he opened his eyes the first thing he saw were the flowers. Fuck! He looked at his clock. Alright there were still 8 hours to get ready. Paul got up and started looking through his clothes, searching for the best outfit. He felt giddy like a girl who had been asked on her very first date. He had to look his absolute best for two reasons. If there was a chance for him and John to get back together, he needed to be absolutely irresistible, so John would have no doubts. However, if Johns plan was to humiliate him publicly, if he looked his best he’d show John exactly what he was missing. It took him the entire morning to come up with the right shirt and trousers combo. With that settled he had to shower. It’d take most of the day for his hair to dry. He used a body wash he saved for special occasions. Once showered, he then went about making sure every part of him looked good. He used a facemask to give himself that fresh glow, he made sure his fingernails were clean and neat, he kept making sure his hair was drying straight and neat, He used lotion to make his skin soft,. From top to bottom there wasn’t an inch of Paul he didn’t pamper, clean and neaten. He had never looked so good. He even shaved back some of the hair that had grown over his hands and gave his eyebrows a little going over with the tweezers. No he wasn’t one for plucking his eyebrows, they naturally grew like they did but today was special. He checked the clock. 2 hours to go. Good. That gave him plenty of time to get into town. He didn’t want to rush and mess himself up again. He needed to take his time not only to preserve all the work he had done, but to keep himself calm. His heart was beating almost too fast as he left to catch the bus into the centre of Liverpool. Today was not the day to be walking. Of course this meant he would be in town an hour and a half early, but there was plenty to occupy his time. He strolled around the docks, had a coffee and did a little window shopping to kill time. Finally he realised he had 10 minutes to get to the restaurant. Ignoring his heart and shaking, Paul quickly checked his appearance in a nearby public bathroom then went to stand outside the meeting place.

Fuck fuck FUCK! Of course he was late! John was never any good at keeping time however part of it was not his fault, but two old women in the flower shop who would not stop talking while John waited to make his purchase. Of all times he had to be late… John sighed as he finally got off the bus. He checked his watch. Okay, only a five minutes late. Fashionably late. But he knew Paul was punctual and had no doubt he would already be there. He couldn’t leave him waiting. He smoothed down the smart shirt he had put on and did a speed walk to the place. As predicted, John saw Paul standing there. He had to stop as he was completely taken aback. It had been a while since John had really taken in Pauls appearance. But he had quite clearly grown a little more. He was taller than John remembered, his jaw was more defined but he still had those adorably chubby cheeks. The slight podge Paul used to complain about had pretty much gone. He was no longer that awkward teen but becoming an extremely attractive young man. Johns eyes unashamedly raked Paul while he could, while Paul was clueless that he was. His eyes finally tore from that gorgeous face down. Paul had curves. On some men it would look ridiculous but Paul carried it off flawlessly. His arse was perfectly round, hugged nicely by his choice of trousers, his thighs… John had to stop before he started drooling. Besides he noticed Paul looking around and getting more nervous. He knew if he didn’t go to him soon, Paul would think John had messed with him and he’d have blown his chance. John gave himself a little shake and took a deep breath. Mustering all the confidence he could he approached Paul. “Hey.” He said softly. Pauls head turned to look over and he seemed to freeze. In his head Paul was going to turn and say hey back. But something caught in his throat. He wasn’t used to seeing John so groomed. He looked so good. Was that effort? Had John put in effort for Paul? He tried to not get too excited by what that meant. Paul swallowed. “H… Hey.” He smiled. John melted hearing that voice and seeing that smile again. He then remembered what he was holding in his hand. “Oh fuck…I mean… damn… I mean I got ya these!” John got flustered and held out the rose and small box of chocolates for Paul. Paul couldn’t help the little giggle. John looked far too adorable that flustered. Johns cheeks were getting pinker. God he felt dumb. Paul took the gifts. “Thank you. They’re lovely.” His face fell a bit. “Sorry I… I didn’t get you anything.” John didn’t like how upset Paul looked at that. “No no no it’s okay ya didn’t have to. No ya shouldn’t have! I invited you! And… I have a lot of apologising to do.” John looked down ashamed. Paul bit his lip then in a daring move, reached forward with his free hand and held Johns. Johns head shot up. Encouraged, he smiled and gave Pauls hand a little squeeze. Paul looked even happier at that. “Right… well now. I believe I promised you dinner.” John announced, getting that bit of confidence back. As John acted more like himself, Paul relaxed with him. “Lead on.” Paul stood next to him, but didn’t let go of Johns hand. John grinned and took Paul inside. Of course it had been a late reservation so they didn’t exactly get the best table. But they got in and that was all that mattered. When they were sat, John ordered wine much to Pauls surprise. There was a bit of silence as they scoured the menus, the only bits of conversation being talking about what they may order. Once the food had been ordered and the wine poured, John took a moment to just take in what was happening. He was sat at dinner with Paul, something he thought would never happen again. Hell, he wouldn’t have given anyone a second chance if he had been treated like Paul had. That was what made Paul so amazing, so much better to John. And in the dim candle light he looked more beautiful than ever. However as John stared Paul got a little self-conscious. “Wh…What?” “Huh? Oh… nothin… s’just… I don’t think ya ever been more gorgeous...” Paul blushed heavily at that and busied himself with taking a drink. John thought he looked too adorable. He loved making Paul blush with compliments. “So… flirting are we Lennon?” Paul teased. Johns smile widened. “Of course. Who wouldn’t?” John felt another flutter as he made Paul blush again. Talking to him was just so easy. He found he didn’t want to talk about anything heavy just yet. No, this dinner was to make up for last years failure and to give him the chance to treat Paul like a princess. It went so smoothly, better than John could have imagined. Paul was receptive, laughing at Johns silly jokes, blushing when he was complimented and accepting John feeding him a bit of his food to try. He even fed John a bit. By the time it was finished, John was on cloud 9 and Paul was almost certain this was a dream now. John paid the bill and got up and held Pauls coat out for him, being the perfect gentleman. With linked arms they headed out into the night. “Now… it’s up to you… I don’t wanna pressure you but… Would ya like to come back to mine?” John asked nervously. Paul seemed to think about it. Memories of last year resurfaced making him falter a bit. However tonight had been perfect. John was clearly not drunk and besides, he knew they had a lot to talk about. Slowly Paul nodded. “Yeah…. Yeah I’d like that.” John felt a bubble of excitement rise in his chest. He had this chance to get Paul back! Instead of taking Paul to get a bus, he paid for a taxi. During the ride, Paul even put his head on Johns shoulder. Johns eyes widened and he shakily put an arm around Pauls waist. Fuck that felt good… it felt right, holding Paul against him in that protective way. Once inside Johns house, John carried on being the perfect gentleman, taking Pauls coat to hang up for him and making him a drink. He put on some music and sat with Paul. They had a little light chat to relax the atmosphere. Eventually, John couldn’t hold back anymore. “Look… Paul… I owe you the biggest apology. I was a fuckin idiot. I didn’t mean any of what I said. It were my own insecurities comin out… nothing to do with you. Ya… Ya fuckin perfect Paul. Too perfect for someone like me. I understand if ya just wanna take this night as an apology an we never see each other again. But… If ya would wanna… Would ya give me a chance ta treat ya like ya should have been all that time?” John just went ahead and blurted it all out before he lost his nerve. Paul listened carefully. He knew John could get nasty when he was drunk and if something was upsetting him or making him uncomfortable in any way he would lash out like he did. “It hurt I ain’t gonna deny that John. I ain’t ever been hurt like that before.” Paul started, making it clear to John this wouldn’t be a ‘forgive and forget’ thing. When John looked at Paul sadly, Paul took his hand. “However… Ya seem genuine. I believe ya know ya were an idiot. Ya learned from it. An… I would like ta give ya a second chance.” John looked at Paul with wide eyes. He was certain Paul was going to reject him! Without thinking, John pulled Paul close. “I’ve been dyin to do this all fuckin night.” With that he crushed his lips against Pauls, wrapping his arms around him. He felt another jolt when he felt Paul hold onto him tightly, grasping fistfuls of his shirt. John didn’t want to break the kiss. When they needed to breathe, John moved to kiss Pauls jaw and neck. He felt a shudder as he heard Pauls soft gasps and moans. He remembered Paul lost in throes of passion and to John there was never a more beautiful sight. No, he had to do this right. Although he could feel himself getting aroused by Paul, he pulled back. “I… I’m so grateful… ya fuckin amazin y’know that?” Paul blushed again. Before he could say anything, John stood up. “An someone as amazin as you deserves ta be spoilt.” He held out his hand. Paul looked at John confused but took his hand. John was going to give Paul that pamper session even if it was a year late. John took Paul up to his bedroom, where he had covered it in rose petals and little LED candles. On the bed was a towel and fluffy pillows. On the bedside table, a selection of scented oils. “I understand if it’s a little much… but I’d really like ta show ya what I wanted to give ya last year.” Paul looked at John with wide eyes. He had gone to all this effort! With a little smile, Paul nodded. “I’d like that.” He needed to know John hadn’t meant to be cruel, that his intentions had been sweet and romantic. John looked so happy at that. “If you don’t mind then… I would need you to remove that lovely shirt.” Paul was a little uncertain however he had to trust John. He reached down to unbutton the shirt. John frowned. No, Paul shouldn’t have to do anything. “Here, allow me.” He carefully reached down and started unbuttoning Pauls shirt, exposing his soft, milky skin. His hands were shaking and his breath coming in gasps as he got to see Pauls body again. He couldn’t resist appreciating it a bit. He bit his lip, noticing Paul had a little trail of black hair going down towards his pants. John couldn’t resist brushing it with his fingertips. Paul always loved hair being brushed and played with. Paul gasped a bit and his eyes fluttered. John swallowed, no he had to carry on. He couldn’t get swept up in his overwhelming urge to rip Pauls clothes off and have him right up against the wall. He had to pamper Paul. He carefully finished unbuttoning the shirt. Paul had definitely grown into his body more. His muscles were more defined. Despite having that feminine charm, Paul had an equally intoxicating manliness and John was completely taken. He carefully slipped Pauls shirt off him. “Alright darlin… On the bed… lie on ya stomach.” Paul looked confused but did so. John sat next to him. There was a pause before Paul felt something cold on his back. He hissed but before he could say anything he felt Johns hands instantly get to work, massaging him. Fuck he had no idea John was so good at it. Paul was quickly relaxed, resting his head on his arm, his eyes half closed. John smiled seeing Pauls reaction. He made sure Paul was relaxed all over. When he was done with Pauls back he bit his lip. “Hey… Paulie… Can I do ya front?” Paul looked up then carefully rolled so he was on his back. John felt a flutter seeing Paul lying on his bed like that. Swallowing again he resumed his massage, shaking a bit as his hands glided over Pauls stomach and chest. Paul suddenly gasped as one of Johns hands ran over a nipple. Paul looked up at John with unsure eyes. Of course he felt that heat pooling in his lower stomach as John ran his hands all over him. John recognised that look. It was almost identical to the one Paul had given just before they had sex for the first time. John knew then this was affecting Paul as much as it was him. “Shhh Macca…” John cooed, to keep him calm. “It’ll be alright… I won’t push… but I just wanna make ya feel good…If I go too far…. Just say… I’ll stop okay?” He understood that Paul might need easing back into it. Paul gave a little nod. John thought his heart was going to explode as he carefully undid Pauls trousers. “I’m just gonna give ya legs a little massage, okay?” He reassured Paul. Paul helped get his trousers off. John could see the stirrings of an erection in Pauls boxers. He had to ignore it and the urges he had to go directly there. Instead he carefully massaged Pauls thighs. As Paul relaxed, John got a little braver and moved to Pauls inner thigh. Pauls breath hitched and he opened his legs a little more. Encouraged, John slowly worked up them, alternating between legs. He could see Paul was now fully erect. Paul had propped himself up on his elbows to watch John. His eyes kept fluttering shut, his lips parted as he gasped. When John got near his cock, Paul let out a tiny moan. Johns eyes flicked up and he drank in the sight of Paul like this. He loved seeing Paul needy. “Is this alright Macca? Is this what ya want?” He asked. Paul nodded without hesitation. “P…Please… fuck…. John…” He gasped, his voice heavier with need. At that, John wasted no time. He reached up and gently stroked Paul through his boxers. Paul cried out, a mix of pleasure and relief at finally being touched. John went as slowly as he could, despite feeling like he was going to break the zip on his trousers soon. He spent some time just palming Paul through the material. Eventually he could hear a few little pleas in Pauls moaning. He needed more. And who was John to refuse? John slowly ran a hand down that trail of hair to Pauls boxers. Carefully, he pulled the waistband down, pulling the last piece of clothing from Paul. John couldn’t help the little moan as he exposed Paul completely. It felt like a lifetime since he had seen Paul naked and erect. He threw down Pauls boxers and took some time to just take it in. Paul moaned impatiently beneath him. John snapped back to reality. “Paul I… Fuck it!” John suddenly stood up and grabbed Pauls wrist. Paul was shocked and a little more turned on at Johns roughness and he yanked Paul up and pushed him against the wall. “I gotta have you Paul. An I can’t be sweet an slow. I gotta fuck ya till ya can’t see straight!” John held Pauls wrists against the wall as he kissed him roughly. Paul could do nothing but kiss back and moan. He had always loved it when John got like this. John paused briefly to feverishly yank off his own clothes. Paul bit his lip and watched as John got himself just as naked. Fuck he looked so good to Paul. Pauls eyes were drawn to Johns own erection and he felt a shiver of excitement. “John…. John please…” He moaned. John grinned hearing that. He’d never tire of it. “Alright love calm down. We gotta do this properly though.” John reached down and finally wrapped his hand around Pauls cock, stroking it roughly. “Ya not used ta bein fucked anymore are ya? I gotta make sure I don’t hurt ya… gotta make sure ya up ta goin all night.” Paul looked at John with wide eyes. All night? Though he had a feeling John would stop if he really asked him. Paul just let himself get lost in the feeling, moaning and gasping at what John was doing to him. John suddenly stopped. He went to a draw and got out a bottle of lube then knelt in front of Paul. “Alright ya needy boy… I got ya.” He grinned. While he was talking, John slicked up his fingers and reached up to tease Pauls hole. He groaned remembering the feelings of taking Paul. His desk still had scratches in it where he had fucked Paul mercilessly against it. Paul seemed to be having similar memories as he felt John tease. After a little teasing, John slowly pushed a finger in. Paul hissed and squirmed. John licked up Pauls cock, trying to distract him. It worked, as Paul was distracted long enough for John to slip in two fingers and properly prepare him. He suddenly stood up, lubing himself. “Alright Paul, I think ya ready.” John grabbed Pauls leg and lifted it to give himself an easier entrance. Paul was shaking with excitement as he felt John pressing his tip against his hole. Carefully he slipped into Paul. Both of the boys cried out in pleasure. Paul missed feeling so full and John missed feeling Paul around him. Paul wrapped his arms around John as he pushed all the way in. He ignored the tears welling up and helped John as he slowly moved inside him. “Fuck fuck fuck John…s…s’so good…yes!” Paul moaned right down Johns ear. John held Paul in place as he sped up. Unfortunately the position, while it helped push John into Paul deeper was tiring on both of them. When it got too much, John pulled out and spun Paul around, pushing him face first into the wall. He carefully lined himself up again then grabbed Pauls hips and slammed into him. Paul screamed out his pleasure, pushing back against John as he fucked him roughly. Sweat and tears poured yet they had no intention of slowing down. “Sh… Shit John…m…M’gonna cum! Gonna cum!” Paul cried as John slammed into him, hitting that oh so sweet spot inside him. At that John pulled out. Paul whined at the loss of feeling, the welling orgasm dying inside him. John turned Paul around again. “You’re not cumming just yet love.” Before Paul could answer John had gone to his desk. He swiped everything off then shoved Paul against it. Paul remembered the last time they had done this, how good it felt, how John could perfectly hit that sweet spot inside him. With Paul bent over his desk, John knelt down and licked up Pauls thigh. Paul gasped not expecting that. He moaned in frustration needing to feel John inside him again. He had been so close! John licked all the way up until he was at Pauls hole. It felt so exciting tasting himself there as he pushed his tongue inside Paul. Paul had never felt anything like it. His head was blank as John licked him and stroked his cock. John was a master at edging Paul. He knew how much to give and when to take it away. When Paul couldn’t take anymore teasing, John stood up and pushed into him again. “Yes! Yes John fuck yes yes yes!” Paul cried as John began fucking him mercilessly into the desk, scraping it along the floor a bit. Paul was sure he’d have a bruise on his stomach from this. He didn’t care. It wasn’t long before Paul was screaming that he wanted to cum. John listened and pulled away just at the last minute. “FUCK!” Paul screamed in frustration. “John please! Please let me cum! Need ta cum!” John pulled Paul up and kissed him. “I gotta watch ya cum though.” John explained before pushing Paul onto the bed. He’d let Paul cum now he would be able to see his face. He wrapped Pauls legs around his waist and pushed him again. This time no edging, no teasing. He wanted to see Paul lost in passion. Besides he couldn’t keep this up much longer himself. Paul threw his head back and cried loudly as John fucked him. He was a mess, his face red and tear streaked, sweat making his hair messy and John loved every damn second. He could feel Paul getting close again. “A… Alright Paulie…. Gonna… Gonna make ya cum…a…all over yaself…. Messy boy…” John groaned, reaching down to stroke Paul as he assaulted his sweet spot. “Yes! Yes John please please gonna cum gonna… gonna-” Paul came very suddenly. Loud and violently after all the teasing. John dragged out the orgasm as long as he could. The problem was seeing that, hearing that and feeling Paul around him he couldn’t hold back any longer. John came, filling Paul up. He collapsed on top of Paul. They took a moment, catching their breath and to come down. “Wow…” Paul gasped softly. John smiled at Paul and kissed him sweetly. He carefully pulled out of Paul. “C’mon lets get ya cleaned up.” John muttered. He pulled Paul to the bathroom where they had a quick shower. Paul just wanted to snuggle with John after that so was rushing a bit. Finally, John took him back to his bedroom where he threw the towel onto the floor to deal with in the morning. He wrapped Paul up in his arms and the covers. Neither cared about the mess around them of clothes and candles. All they cared about was each other. Paul buried his face in the crook of Johns neck. “I love you.” He muttered making Johns heart soar. “I love you too, so much Macca.” He replied kissing Pauls head. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

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Release my soul

By: Mod McCartney

Rating: T

Paring: John/Paul

Summery: Paul has always had supernatural powers. Most of the time he doesn’t really like having them, but he never has truly hated them until they destroyed everything.

Warning: Death

The as promised super sad fic I wrote this 2 years ago now.

Tissues beyond this line.

John stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He had been for about 45 minutes, though it felt like 45 seconds. He had finished styling his hair ages ago. Now he just stared back at his own almond eyes. He couldn’t deny it anymore. He was in love. That wasn’t a scary thing in itself. What was scary was that he was in love with his friend, his male friend, Paul McCartney. He had been trying to deny it for months now, ignore the dreams, ignore just how much hotter he seemed to get under the collar when he saw Paul in those leather trousers. It was not, as he claimed, the heat of being in the Cavern Club. But it was a very tiny club with a lot of bodies so it was at least believable. The only person who didn’t believe him was himself, and that he could live with for now. But gradually he was noticing the obsession with Paul getting worse. When had he memorised his weekly timetable? How was it he could never remember quite how Mimi liked her tea but he could make it perfectly to Pauls taste? Why did he remember the silliest of things Paul said but could barely remember his own birthday? And that morning it had hit him like a tonne of bricks. Knowing he was going to see Paul today, he thought to himself how he had to make sure to look extra good, put in a bit of extra work on his appearance. He was making himself look good for Paul. Because he wanted Paul to notice him. He wanted Paul to fall in love with him. Eventually he managed to tear his eyes away from the mirror to his watch, realising if he didn’t hurry he would be late. Normally John didn’t care much about timings but with Paul every second was precious. For Paul he was on time if not early. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was about him. It was like there was a presence, a calming aura about Paul that made everything seem okay. He was such a positive and happy person, it was almost impossible to be sad around him. John had enough negativity around. No wonder he was drawn to this lad who seemed to make everything better almost magically with that gorgeous smile, cute chubby cheeks and of course those large doe like eyes. He just made John feel safe in a way he never had. His life had been so unstable and Paul was like that bit of stability, that certain thing he knew he could turn to. Thinking about it all like that, there was no wonder he was head over heels, or as John liked to put it, arse over tit, in love with Paul. Before he knew it, John had grabbed his guitar and headed out to catch the bus, ignoring Mimi’s yells of “glasses John!” He was so deep in thought he almost forgot to get off the bus. His head was far away, luckily he had made the journey enough times he was almost on autopilot. His feet just took him to Pauls front door. He heard himself knocking and realised he had to come back to earth. Last time he had freaked Paul out a bit, just standing at his door and staring. John had come back to himself sat in the McCartney’s kitchen, damp cloth on his head and Paul hurrying to make tea. Another thing John loved was Pauls need to care for people, however small. Sometimes John found himself exaggerating or even faking how he felt just for some of Pauls care. Oddly enough, John had realised a simple touch of Pauls hand could cure him, if he really did have a headache (or, more likely hangover). The door opened and Paul stood there in a simple white t-shirt and jeans, smiling widely. John stared at him for a moment. He looked stunning smiling like that. And within seconds John found him grinning back. “Well are ya coming in or are ya gonna stand grinning like a loon at my door all day?” Paul teased, shaking John out of his thoughts. Quick, John thought, reply with something witty and impressive! “Fuck off McCartney.” He grumbled. Oh bravo. His brain scolded him sarcastically. He inwardly cringed as he stepped into the house. Paul however, just laughed his sweet, light laughter. John just followed Paul up to his room, ready to start their usual song writing and listening to whatever new thing either of them might have picked up at the docks recently. Again John cringed as he remembered he had left his new records at home. Paul kept noticing John pulling funny faces. “Are you alright?” He asked softly. John of course saw this as a perfect opportunity to get a little of that Paul tlc. “Bit of a headache.” He mumbled trying to sound as off as possible. Paul didn’t say anything. Usually if he told anyone he had a headache, their response was “How many last night then John?” But Paul never said anything like that, he never judged him or told him it was his own fault, even when he knew it was. Instead he just went to get the usual tea and cloth and focused their first 20 minutes of their time together on making sure John was okay. John of course had been lying about feeling ill, however, just something about Paul seemed to make him feel better. John just couldn’t understand it. When Paul asked about playing today, John said he could. He was more than ready, feeling better than he had in days.

Pauls question cut into Johns daydreaming. It had been about a week since he realised he loved Paul and his obsession had somehow gotten worse. It was getting to the point he could barely be around him without daydreaming or staring at him. Paul had obviously picked up on this behaviour and it was starting to worry him. John seemed so distant lately. Of course John had always lived in his own crazy world that Paul sometimes didn’t understand, but it had never been to the point where he would zone out for a few minutes, blush, actually blush apologise then a few minutes later start zoning out again. He would stare at Paul. Paul could feel Johns eyes on him even when he wasn’t looking, the staring was that intense. Once again John was blushing. Paul knew the next thing out of his mouth would be an apology. He decided to cut in before John had a chance. “Really what’s wrong with you? You’ve been off for a few weeks now an its been getting worse this past week.” He looked so concerned for his friend and honestly John was touched he seemed to care so much. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat. Paul had that concerned look on his face that just made you want to tell him everything. Because for a moment he looked like he had all of the answers you needed. But John couldn’t admit to him that he was queer for him. His own pride got in the way of that, and when John couldn’t be truthful, when he trying to hide something, he got defensive. “It’s nothing alright?!” He snapped at Paul, getting up to move away from Paul. He couldn’t look at him. “It’s obviously something! You’re not yourself!” “Oh an you know everything about me do you?!” “I know a fair bit! And I know you’re not the type to just… go about daydreaming! Anyway, I was talking to Stu, George and Pete and neither of them seem to notice you’re acting-” “You’ve all been talking about me behind my back?!” John yelled, cutting Paul off. He glared at the younger boy angrily. Paul shrank back his already big eyes even wider as he looked up at the older, and now pissed off, boy. “I…I was worried about you…” He said in a quiet voice, almost close to tears. John deflated at that. How could he be angry at sweet little Paul? He had been worried about him. And if he was talking to others about it, it must mean he had been on Pauls mind quite a bit. “I’m fine.” John sighed. “I mean, fine physically. Just…been thinking a lot recently.” Paul relaxed as John confirmed he wasn’t ill or anything. But if he had something on his mind, Paul figured it might help him to talk about it. It had before. “So whats been on ya mind?” He asked gently. John looked over at Paul, almost snapping back that it wasn’t any of his business. Almost. But of course it was. It was completely Pauls business because it was Paul on his mind 24/7, as he imagined what Paul was doing at that very moment, as he played Pauls favourite songs over and over until he had them perfect, just to impress him the next day. But the major thing that made it Pauls business was the fact that Paul had been starting to creep into his fantasies at night. John had only admitted it to himself a few days ago but John now wanked himself off to fantasies of Paul. What it would be like to kiss him, to touch him. What it would be like for him to touch John. What Pauls mouth would feel on his- “John!” Pauls voice snapped him back to reality. At first he thought Paul was just trying to get a response but when he looked over he noticed Paul was staring wide eyed and slightly terrified at him. Or more exactly, at his jeans. John looked down. “Oh fuck!” He turned away from Paul. Thinking about those fantasies had caused him a little problem. He was now hard in front of Paul and he couldn’t be more embarrassed even if Paul commented ‘is that it?’ He quickly went about thinking of horrible things, of Mimi, of dead kittens. Eventually he managed to pull himself together. It took even longer for him to turn around and face Paul who was sat watching John curiously, his head slightly tilted. “John…dya fancy someone?” Paul asked carefully. Of course there was only one answer John could give without sounding extremely creepy that he zoned out in his best friends room and popped a boner. “Y…Yeah…” He mumbled looking down. Paul just smiled. “Oh…well…who?” “Ya don’t know em!” John snapped back. “Someone I went to collage with!” Paul looked confused. There was only one person that John really kept in contact with from his college. But that was absurd! Still, Paul had to ask, if only to confirm his suspicions. “Stu…?” He asked carefully. John looked at him. This would be a good test to see how Paul would react to the news that he might be queer. “What would ya do if it was?” He asked. Paul simply shrugged. “Not much really. Up to you ain’t it?” John relaxed a little. Of course Paul was not judgemental about that. John almost hated him for being so perfect. He kept staring at Paul. He could accept him if he was queer, but what if he knew John was queer for him? Now John could be the impulsive type and this was driving him insane. In a moment of madness and not much thinking, John moved closer to Paul. “It’s not Stu, it’s you!”

Paul had been staring at John for what felt like forever. His eyes wide and mouth slightly open, stilled with shock. Him…John was in love with him?? A million thoughts raced through Pauls head, namely how did Paul feel about that, was it possible he could love John back? But there was a little matter that kept making its presence known to Paul. There were things John didn’t actually know about Paul and that he might not like, or would change his perception of him. What he could do… what he was. Paul realised John was watching him expectantly, almost hopefully waiting for a response. Paul looked up at him and realised he might have some feelings for his friend that were more than just friends. He craved Johns approval, his praise. He did things he would never do just to impress him. He often fought Stu for Johns attention. Paul hadn’t properly realised, or even dwelled on it much until John said that. He almost told John all that. But instead tears welled up in his eyes and he remembered exactly what he was, and how there was no way John would believe him let alone accept that. Paul shook his head. “I…I can’t…I can’t!” John looked quite upset. He looked down, looking as rejected as he felt. “Oh…I see…” Paul looked devastated at the pain on his friends face. “N…No John it’s not-” “No it’s okay, Paul, ya don’t have ta explain yaself. I understand.” “No! Ya don’t! It’s not you! It’s not because I don’t want you! It’s me! You don’t know…you don’t understand! It could never work because there is no way you could understand! I don’t!” John watched Paul have this little breakdown very confused. Pauls rantings weren’t making any sense. “Understand what?” “What I am!” “An…what are you?” “I don’t know!” That stumped John again. How could Paul be upset and not know what he was upset over? What did Paul mean he didn’t know what he was? Was he queer too? Was he struggling with it? John was so used to rebelling and doing his own thing, breaking rules just for the hell of it he never really thought that Paul would have a much harder time accepting this extremely illegal feeling. Though to John the law was stupid, because it was stupid to him to be arrested for feeling something positive, especially love. “Paul…Ya gonna have to explain a bit more.” “I can’t” “Ya can. All the things ya heard from me an never once have ya judged me or made me feel like shit about it like others have had. The very least I could do is listen to this problem, even if I can’t be much real help. A load shared right?” Paul finally looked up to Johns face. He could see the sincerity. Was that love always there? John truly cared about whatever was bothering Paul. He truly wanted to help. He wasn’t just being nosy. Paul took a deep breath. “It…It’s just…I can…do things…that others can’t. Strange things…supernatural things…an…if I was with anyone they would need to understand…an not hate me for it” John stared at Paul, quite confused by now and reasonably so. The more Paul explained, the more confused John became. Supernatural? “Ya not a vampire are ya?” John joked, but there was a slight nervous edge to his voice. The intensity Paul was speaking with, if he said yes, right now John might just believe him. “Oh no nothing like that.” Paul replied, comforting Johns worried and very active imagination. “But it does kind of involve death.” That got John worried again. What the hell could Paul be on about? “Look, Paul luv, ya gonna need to properly explain what ya mean. I promise not to laugh or whatever. I just need ta know. Because I don’t think anything will ever make me not love ya. At least a little.” Paul gave a deep breath then nodded. “Alright…I’ll try to explain…it might be difficult to get ya head around, I have trouble sometimes but just…stick with me. Basically… I can see…well…souls…trapped here an….an I just…help them find peace. But I… I can do other things like…like calm people or…or heal little aches and pains…” John was about to flip. Was Paul some murdering nutcase who made himself believe he was ‘saving souls’ when in reality he was killing people?? But then he thought about the other things Paul had said about calming and healing and John realised he had noticed that about Paul. It kind of made sense that it was some kind of supernatural power. “I believe you.” Paul looked up barely believing his ears. “What?” “I believe you Paul. Cos I’ve felt it. I’ve been in the worst mood or had the worst hang over an you…just bein with you makes me feel so much better…almost better than before the bad mood…an…I don’t think anyone in a million years could come up with that souls thing.” Paul assessed him for a few moments before it sunk in. John accepted him! John loved and accepted him. Before he knew what he was doing, Paul was on his feet and kissing John.

John walked into his and Pauls London home. He had noticed Paul staying behind after the recording session. He mentioned he just needed to pop off for a moment. By now John knew what that meant and was used to it. So he spent some time with Ringo and George messing about, playing cards and drinking a little. After a few hours, John figured Paul must be done and decided to go home. Though he wouldn’t be that shocked if he wasn’t. John had actually seen Paul do his thing. It looked to him like Paul was talking to thin air, but he knew it could take hours to get a soul to accept they were dead, let alone help them. Sometimes when Paul managed to make them realise and understand what had happened, he would have to comfort them for a bit too. John knew he couldn’t leave Paul for too long though as it often got him down. He could get a bit too personally involved and make a connection to the person and it would put him in a bit of a funk. It would then be Johns job to help cheer him up. When John entered the house though, the pained sobs he heard from the bedroom made him stop and cringe. That could only mean one thing, and it would take all he had to help Paul through this. This was the worst one of all. Those pained sobs of anguish, the feeling that he couldn’t go on like he was meant only one thing. A child. Paul had so much difficulty himself with helping children. It broke his heart and made him never want to help another soul again for fear it would be another child. John made some strong, sweet tea then carefully entered the bedroom. “Macca?” He called softly, more to alert Paul to the fact he was there than to get a response. Paul looked up, his eyes red and full of the pain he was feeling, his face tearstained. He had been crying into a pillow, my pillow, John realised, which he was now hugging tightly to his chest. John put the tea on the bedside table and sat next to Paul. “How old?” He asked gently. Paul pulled that pained face again and rested his head on Johns shoulder. “Four.” He said quietly. “Run over.” John cringed at that. Not only because of the age, but he himself hated hearing about the road accidents because of Julia. No he couldn’t think of that. He had to concentrate and help Paul through this. “S…She was…was just so sweet…I…I couldn’t…I almost couldn’t but…but when I…I tried to…to leave she…she cried…she…she hurt with…without me to…to…” John hugged Paul tightly. He had heard that was the case, that the soul would be in pain if left to wander. It was part of the reason some actually went out of their way to find someone like Paul, just to end the pain. “Don’t be upset then darlin…” John said gently. “Ya helped her…she’s happy now yeah? Without you...she would be in pain…She would-” “I can’t do it anymore John I just can’t! Too many times it…its someone far too young an I can’t do it!” “I know it’s hard but-” “No you don’t! You don’t know what it’s like! You don’t understand how you feel like you’ve killed them! That it’s your fault they have to die! You don’t sometimes see the family stood around crying their hearts out! You don’t know!” “I know, because I can see what it does to you! I can see it tearing you apart but Paulie…what ya doin…its necessary! It’s needed! Oh darlin…don’t think like that…you’re not killing anyone or taking them away…without you they would still be taken away but…” John stopped and tried a different tactic. “It’s like Julia…” He said quietly. “It’s like Mary…wouldn’t you prefer to think they were no longer unhappy or in any pain? Wouldn’t you like to think that instead of roaming the earth looking for relief from the pain they had found a sort of….afterlife of happiness?” Paul sniffed and looked up at John then slowly nodded. He didn’t care that John always talked him around using Mary as an example, it always worked. He would hate to think of his mother in that much pain. He knew the family of that little girl would definitely take comfort believing she wouldn’t be in pain. That she would be waiting for them. John smiled a bit, knowing he had calmed Paul down and made him think rationally, made him remember he was helping not hurting. Without a word he handed Paul the tea then sat back and cuddled him, happy they were okay for tonight but more than ready to deal with this tomorrow.

John was fast asleep as Paul lay next to him, just staring. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He couldn’t believe he had found someone who despite knowing what he could do, what he had to do, loved him and helped him through it. But for years he had been plagued by a little secret that if John found out, might turn him against Paul. Paul didn’t know how he could live with that, how he could get through each soul without John, not just the children. He would always be so down afterwards and no one had ever made him cheer up quite like John could. John didn’t think there was anything he didn’t know about Paul and correcting him, especially with this nugget could send John spiralling. It was worrying Paul so much that gradually he had been losing more and more sleep, as it invaded his dreams. He would wake up and be too scared to sleep again that night. So he would just watch John sleep. Sometimes John caught him. Paul jumped when John moved next to him. “Stop starin at me.” He mumbled in his usual grumpy way. Paul just forced a laugh. “But ya so handsome.” He said, leaning in to kiss Johns cheek. That made the corners of Johns mouth tug into a little smile. Paul smiled back a bit, even though John couldn’t see that and went back to his thoughts. John realised Paul was distracted. He had been noticing it more and more. He originally thought it was the thought of the souls weighing him down, but that theory was quickly disproven as Paul would normally open up about that, this one though he shut John out and refused to let him know. But it was affecting Paul so much, John couldn’t take it anymore. He sat up so quickly Paul jumped. “Right, this has gone on long enough. Ya need ta tell me whats botherin ya. Ya losing sleep over it!” Paul gave a little sigh. “It’s noth-” “If you tell me it’s nothing one more time I’ll deck ya. Just tell me Paul. I thought we didn’t have secrets anymore?” “I don’t want to upset ya!” John wasn’t expecting that answer. “Why would it upset me?” He asked cautiously. Paul bit his lip. “Because it’s about Julia…” John froze at that. Paul very rarely brought his mother up, and that suited John just fine. He made himself believe he didn’t need her then he wouldn’t have needed her now. “Oh.” He said a little harshly than he meant to. “See ya already upset! I can’t…” “No…I’m not…Paul it’s okay…tell me…what about Julia?” Paul watched John for a minute then got up and went to the window. “I…it was me…” John looked even more confused. It was too early in the morning for riddles. “You who what?” “Who….Who helped her…yknow….move on…” Paul added knowing sometimes when he was half asleep John needed things pretty much spelled out for him. John did sit thinking about that for a moment before he realised what Paul was telling him. “It was you…who…who…you…you sent her…?” Paul slowly nodded. He knew John could go two different ways, good or bad. He had never actually spoken to a family member of a soul before. It would be a bit odd to walk up to a stranger and say, “Hey don’t worry about Bob anymore mam, I made sure he made his way to the afterlife.” It would take about two seconds to get him arrested. So he was a little curious to see how John would react to this. Of course John’s initial reaction was to blame Paul. The hate glaring at Paul made it obvious that’s what he was thinking. “John…look…I’m sorry…I just-” “It’s your fault! I just got her back an you took her away!” John yelled, tears of anger in his eyes. He was so hurt he needed to blame someone and Paul had been involved in the process and was there. It was easiest to lash out at Paul, releasing some of that repressed fury over the whole incident. “No! John it’s not like that! You know its not! I don’t pick…it wasn’t me who…it was that…that policeman that…John please don’t be angry!” Paul begged. John had always told him it wasn’t his fault, that he needed to do this. Had he been lying? Did he really think Paul was a monster? John couldn’t hear anymore. He couldn’t think straight. He locked himself in the bathroom. He needed to process this properly. While John was sorting himself out, Paul curled up on the bed, hugging himself and crying. This would be it. He should have told John from the start. It wouldn’t be so painful, he wouldn’t have become so reliant on John. Now he was and he just didn’t know how he was going to go on if he left him.

Paul groaned. He couldn’t sleep in the cold, drafty farm house in the best of times, but right now he was alone, as John was over in America, as he often was when he was working on some new music. Their band had gone great, dominating the 60’s music scene, but come the dawn of the 1970’s they realised they couldn’t keep up with that sort of demand anymore and were all quite happy to fall into solo projects. Though the media would have the public think they fought each other tooth and nail. That was fine. None of them really cared much anymore. It wasn’t like the early days where they went out of their way to impress the press. They had a solid fan base that each had their favourites and would follow their solo projects. Of course John was not quite as active as the others. Paul was happy about that. John had developed a taste for recording in America and every album would stay over there. Paul would join him as much as he could, but he had their farm to look after. By now they were almost like a married couple and Paul just hated being without John. He hadn’t been without him since he was 14 years old. No matter how many times it happened, Paul just couldn’t go back to that. As he lay awake he thought about the past ten years. Yes they had definitely fallen out of the public eye and were not as hunted. They could even walk down a street safely enough now. Though Paul did love the sanctuary of the Scottish farm they lived at. At the end of last year he and John had had a very serious talk about the next ten years. Paul had begged John not to be in America so much, maybe do some at Abbey Road, or even his own little studio Paul had built in their grounds. But here it was nearly a year later and John was in America, recording. Paul hoped he would be finished soon. It was the beginning of December and Paul didn’t want him to be away for Christmas! He was always worried about John cutting it fine and getting stuck over there until the next year. As he lay though, Paul realised he wasn’t just missing John. He had an overwhelming urge to get to America as soon as possible. He didn’t understand that at all, but he supposed he had a few days spare which he could use to visit John, maybe he could help out a bit, get this album done faster and have John back where he belonged, next to him. He got up, unable to resist any longer and packed a few things. He didn’t need to take much. John had a flat over there where they kept a bunch of necessities for visits. He just took some fresh clothes. Even then, Paul didn’t pack much at all. Not the usual suitcase for at least a week, more like an overnight bag. That confused Paul but he couldn’t bring himself to pack more. Something was telling him he wouldn’t need it, though he had no idea what. In the end he just gave up and went with it. He quickly gave a nearby friend a call, leaving a message on the answer phone, saying he would be gone, would they mind looking after the farm for a day or two until he was back? With that he was in the car and driving to the nearest airport to get a ticket to the next flight to New York. There was an uneasy sense of urgency throughout the journey. He felt like he needed to be there now. That all of this was not going fast enough. The car drive took a while, as they lived in the middle of nowhere. The wait for the 9am flight seemed to be an age and the flight itself, Paul usually slept. But he couldn’t and those hours felt like lifetimes. When he finally landed it was nearly night time. Not extremely late. It wasn’t quite 8pm yet. He relaxed a little knowing he was a short cab ride to the Dakota. He was certain John would be done for the day. If not he knew exactly where to find him. Luckily, Paul had dollars saved from the previous times he had been over with John. He realised spending up was silly, as they were likely to be over again in a few months. He also kept some for emergencies. He was glad he did now. It felt like an emergency. Pauls stomach was in knots the entire cab ride. At first he thought John wasn’t there, and was about to tell the driver to go onto the studio, however he noticed John actually arriving practically the same time. He paid the driver and got out, feeling so relieved and happy to see him. A big grin appeared on Pauls face. “John!” He called out. The next few second were like a blur, but at the same time slowed down. John, recognising the voice, not quite believing it was Paul, turned. He was confused but of course ecstatic he had come out. That was the last thing either of the men remembered until the loud bang, echoed through the streets. There were many other noises, screaming, shouting, people appearing from nowhere. Paul watched the scene with wide eyes, a little confused. John seemed to look extremely surprised and a little in pain at first, falling back, before getting back up and looking at Paul confused. He felt Paul was too far away. In fact it was physically hurting him that Paul was so far away. And everyone else around him was a blur, passing through time at seemingly their own rate. It was like he wasn’t wearing his glasses. Had he dropped them? There was just Paul, standing looking like he had seen a ghost in front of John. But Paul was not looking at John. He was looking behind John. He watched as what John perceived as blurs, were actually people, members of the public….paramedics…police… John being lifted….then John stood there….No this couldn’t be happening.

This certainly wasn’t what Paul wanted to greet the 1980s with. But there he was, stood as clear as day, looking so confused, in so much pain right in front of him. John’s soul. Paul could barely walk towards him. Now he understood the urgency. But why him? Surely there were people like him someone in New York. This was certainly the only time he had ever travelled a significant distance for this. Maybe they did have a connection deeper than this life time, as John would claim. He would call Paul his soulmate and…fuck. Paul felt dizzy. He felt like he was going to throw up right there. He was still until there were only them two left, staring at each other across the street. “Paul…” John whimpered, the pain in his voice very real. He was too far away. He needed him here now! He would make it stop hurting. He always did. In his head he hadn’t made the connection yet, he hadn’t realised. Johns little cry broke Pauls heart. He had to go to him. He carefully crossed over until he was right in front of John. John hugged him tightly and instantly felt the relief as the pain disappeared. “What’s going on Paulie? What are ya doin here? I feel funny…” John pouted. Paul couldn’t answer. He just looked at John as the tears started falling. He couldn’t do this. He knew when this moment ended, when John accepted what Paul said, that would be it. He would be gone, forever. Paul wasn’t ready for that! John was only 40! He was only 38! They weren’t thinking of such things! They weren’t preparing to cope! They should live forever, shouldn’t they?? “Paulie…Macca…”John spoke again. “Macca ya scarin me…what is it? Are you okay?” “Me?!” Paul suddenly shrieked making John jump. “It’s…it’s you who…who…Oh fuck John…I…I can’t….I can’t…” “Can’t what? Paul what’s going on?” John demanded. Paul knew he had to tell him. “John you…You’re dying John…” He choked out. At first John just wanted to laugh. He wanted to think Paul was making a joke. But he could see the pain on Pauls face, he could see the struggle and he knew this was for real. He was dying. He stood in shock not sure what to do. “Dying….” He repeated. Paul just nodded. “Ya…Ya gonna have ta go soon…” “But you…Paul…When will I see you again?” “I…I don’t know…” “Will I?” “If…If that’s what you…you want then…I guess…” “When?” “When I…” John thought about that. And he knew what Paul must be thinking. “Paul don’t you dare. I will see you again. But when I do, you’d better have grey hair and a face full of wrinkles!” Paul squeezed his eyes shut as more tears escaped down his face. “How can you possibly think I can go on without you?!” he wailed. “You can darlin… you can. I know you can. An ya will. Please…for me…keep helping…ya needed here…make the living happy with ya music…save the souls from pain and misery…Paulie…Please…promise me…” “I…I can’t I can’t!” “Promise me ya gonna live ya life Paul! Ya gonna live it as full as ya can. An I promise I’ll be waiting for ya, however long that takes.” “John…please… Stay alive….why won’t ya stay alive?!” Paul shouted angrily. Why was John doing this to him?! “I would if I could, you know that…I don’t want to leave you as much as you don’t want me to go.” Paul took some deep breaths and calmed down. He nodded, understanding it was not Johns fault. It had just been a last grab at keeping John alive. Maybe if he thought he would survive he would stop dying and… it was a silly thought. “Paul ya gotta promise me ya gonna live ya life or I ain’t goin nowhere. I’d haunt ya until ya did.” “I’d let ya. I need ya John! But ta…ta do that I’d have ta stay here…ya…ya can’t move from…” “Then ya would leave me in pain. Ya don’t want that do ya?” Paul shook his head. Eventually he realised he had no choice. The kindest thing he could do for John was release him from the earth. And John seemed to be ready to accept this was what was happening. “Alright Johnny…I promise…I’m gonna live my life…I won’t give up.” “Atta boy…there’s my brilliant Paulie…I know ya can do this…” John gently stroked Pauls cheek. Paul closed his eyes and enjoyed the last contact he knew they would have for what could be years. John leaned in and gently kissed him. When they broke apart, Paul knew it was time. “John! I can’t-!” “Paulie ya promised…please…please ya can...” Paul took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around John, crying as he felt him slipping away. Just before he was gone, Paul heard in a tiny whisper of Johns voice, his last request.

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The Anniversary

By ModMcCartney

Rating: T (Little swearing, adult themes hinted)

Pairing: John/Paul

Summery: Prompt from @ nat-tella

So confession time: I didn’t know the song but now I love it! Also Aladdin was chosen, hope that’s okay! I have a soft spot for that Disney film as it was the year I was born.

Prompt: What about a prompt where it's John and Paul's anniversary and John is letting Paul choose his favorite romantic (>:3) Disney movie for them to watch together and then after, they dance to the song 'Put Your Head On My Shoulder' by Paul Anka.

John had woken at least half an hour ago. Normally he would have noticed the time, rolled over and gone back to sleep until he was physically dragged out of his bed. But not today. Today was too important to waste with sleeping. That idea put two quite conflicting thoughts in Johns head. Next to him, Paul was sleeping soundly. He looked as perfect as the day they first met. It was quite early. The sunrise was just starting to spill through the curtains, lighting up Pauls face. The sight was far too breath-taking to John for him to willingly interrupt. But they couldn’t waste today! He couldn’t believe it had already been a year. A year since he had officially made the most handsome man on the face of the earth his. John’s princess they called Paul. Well today he would be treated just like a princess. The thought of Paul dressed up in a puffy pink dress complete with tiara made John laugh out loud. He didn’t notice Paul screw his nose up. He opened one eye to see Johns laughing face and smiled softly to himself. “Whatcha laughin about ey?” He asked in a rather croaky voice. John instantly brightened up, hearing his husbands voice. He stopped laughing and started kissing Pauls cheek. Paul just giggled. “That’s not an answer!” “Hmmm is.” John muttered against Pauls skin making him laugh harder. He loved goofing off with John so much. After a while of messing about, ticking and kissing, Paul sat up. His face was red from laughing so much. John took the hint and backed off, letting them both have a breather. “So…what are you doing awake so early?” Paul asked. Of course he knew, but he just had to try winding John up a little. As predicted, John pouted a little, looking a little offended. “Macca! I can’t believe you forgot! You’re normally better at remembering dates than me!” “Oh, what is it? An appointment? Is Mimi coming for a visit today?” John grinned at that. He realised Paul was pulling his leg and crawled towards Paul on all fours. “I hope not. Because I don’t think she would like to see what we’re gonna get up to today.” He growled suggestively before jumping on Paul and kissing all over his pretty little face. Paul dissolved into giggles again.

John had hoped to take Paul out, but just after they had showered, the heavens had opened and the ground was being pelted with rain so thick he could barely see out of the window. John sighed. So they were stuck indoors. Well, maybe a low key home celebration could be just as good. After all who cared where they were? As long as he was with Paul, making him happy that’s all that mattered. Paul wandered through towel drying his hair and pulling his face at the rain. He was more of a sun person. “Don’t worry love, we’ll make this perfect. Cosy.” John promised not wanting a single second of the day be miserable. He wrapped his arms around Paul from behind. “In fact, a cosy rainy day watching films and listening to music sounds perfect to me.” Paul leaned back against John and smiled softly. John always made it better, however big the it was. He turned around to kiss him. “You can even chose the film.” John offered. His reward was Pauls eyes instantly lighting up, giving John the most adorable look of excitement. He instantly went to the bookcase that stored their dvds. Of course he came back with a Disney film. “Aladdin? How old are you?” John teased. Paul pouted and gave John the puppy eyes. “But… But it’s my favourite.” He whined too cutely for John to handle. “Fuck Macca, ya gonna be the death of me!” John gasped clutching at his heart. “Alright alright, pop it on then.” Paul did so with all the eagerness of a child. While they were waiting for the menu to come up, John got the duvet and they got snuggled on the couch. Paul rested his head on Johns chest, his head tucked under Johns chin. John held him close. Yes this was so perfect. John pressed play on the remote. Despite his initial teasing, John loved watching these types of films with Paul. Paul got so lost in them, watching them with that adorable look of concentration, reacting to the twists he had seen a million times before and singing along with the songs he had memorised long ago.

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unusual(ish) asks <3

who’s your celebrity crush?

are you single or taken?

rant. just do it

do you think its ok to separate the artist from the art?

how many accounts do you have?

how many pairs of shoes do you have?

opinion on… (specify to the person you’re asking to)

how many accounts do you follow?

favorite brand of clothing?

name a dog

what unusual talent do you have?

what’s the most interesting schools gossip you’ve ever heard?

ever prank called a store?

what’s your coffee order?

what’s a question do you constantly get asked?

if you had to get a tattoo right now, what would you get and where?

google the top song from the year you were born

rant about your favorite musician

what’s your favorite teacher you’ve ever had?

describe your blog in 3-5 words

what’s a conspiracy you believe in?

if you could see any concert tonight what would you choose?

if you could break one of your bad habits which would you choose?

can you dance? sing?

what’s something you can’t stop buying?

crowds or small groups?

how long before a trip do you pack?

what celebrity would you rate a PERFECT 10?

what quote or inspirational setting do you think is bs?

if you had to dye your hair an unnatural color right now, what would you choose?

you can change one thing about your life right now. what are you changing?

how old do you get mistaken for?

what do you think about a lot

do you like your hogwarts house or do you wish you were a different one?

what does home mean to you?

what do you think you’d be arrested for?

have you ever been called down to the principals office?

post a picture of the outfit you would choose if you could have any outfit you wanted

describe your aesthetic

answer with one of your ‘school memes’ (inside jokes you have with your class/grade) with no explanation

feel free to reblog or send me some if you’d like! this took forever so reblog please!

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And if necessary, I’d invent a thousand gods to thank them all for bringing you into my life.

Happy belated Mclennon day! Have a sloppyly made gif.

So I have an extremely sad McLennon fic... who wants to read it??

-ModMcCartney

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Hey!

I know this blog seems to be a little neglected, that was mainly laziness.

And because I can’t remember the password for my personal blog and didn’t want to log out.

So I downloaded a secondary browser to save the login for this.

What this means: I should be uploading a lot more!

Thank you to everyone who has liked and/or reblogged my work I really appreciate it!

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Safe

By: Mod McCartney

Rating: T

Pairings: John/Paul

Summery: John knew he shouldn’t have let Paul walk home alone.

The rise in gang related crimes around Liverpool was growing rapidly. John had never really thought about it. He had a little of a reputation himself and while he was no way near as bad as these going around murdering and raping, it was enough to keep them away from him. He knew though, Paul would not be so lucky. Paul was a sweet, polite boy who looked like he couldn’t hurt a fly. He would be easy prey should they decide to pick on him. Besides that, it was quite common knowledge that Paul was dating John now. And while no one would dare touch Paul while he was around, when he was alone was a completely different story. Alone. Just like now. “Fuck!” John swore loudly. He should have walked him home, especially as it was getting dark. It was a good 25 minute walk, but Paul had just told John not to be silly, he’d be fine! After all how many times had he walked that route before and been perfectly fine. John had reluctantly agreed with Paul. But he had a feeling that had been wrong. He shouldn’t have let him go alone. He should have just gone with him, whatever Paul said! Of all times to back down. John glanced at his phone. He had left here 22 minutes ago. Any moment he would be arriving home, texting John everything was fine and they would laugh at how silly John had been, but John would not so gently insist he walked Paul home from then on, to avoid such silly freak outs. Yes, that was what was going to happen. 23 Minutes… Any moment now… 24 Minutes… He was probably walking in just now… 25 Minutes… definitely home… 26 Minutes… Okay maybe he walked slower tonight? 27 Minutes…. It’s fine he could have gotten distracted right? 28 Minutes…. Probably ended up talking to Jim or Mike…. 29 Minutes… Perhaps he just needed to get a drink or something to eat… 30 Minutes…. He had taken longer than this to get home before…. 31 Minutes…. Nothing? 32 Minutes…. Paul… 33 Minutes…. C’mon Paul… 34 Minutes…. This isn’t funny now…. 35 Minutes…. Please…. 36 Minutes…. Anything! 37 Minutes…. Maybe I should call him… 38 Minutes… Were those sirens in the distance?? 39 Minutes… I’m just being silly… 40 Minutes….He’ll be fine 41 Minutes…. Won’t he? 42 Minutes…. Nothings wrong! 43 Minutes… somethings gone wrong…. 44 Minutes… It must have done! 45 Minutes… Fuck! 46 Minutes… Paul please!! 47 Minutes… Shit! 48 Minutes… any moment now…. 49 Minutes… That’s It I gotta call him… 50 Minutes…. *Calling Paul* 51 Minutes… “The number you are trying to contact cannot be reached-“ Fuck! 52 Minutes… Maybe he dropped his phone…. 53 Minutes… Maybe he left it in his room or something! 54 Minutes… Maybe I should call again? He might’ve just missed the call… 55 Minutes… *Calling Paul* 56 Minutes… “The number you are trying to contact cannot be rea-“ 57 Minutes… I’ll try the house phone! 58 Minutes… *Calling Paul Home* 59 Minutes…. “No Pauls not home…” 60 Minutes… Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK! 61 Minutes… Paul where the fuck are you?? 62 Minutes… Please Paul!! 63 Minutes… Please God let him be okay! 64 Minutes… *Incoming Call: Paul*

John snatched his phone up, ignoring his tear streaked face and snotty nose. “Paul?? Paul is that you??” There was a few noises from the other end before… “John…” John almost cried with happiness. Paul. It was Paul! He was okay, he was alive! “Paul! Don’t you ever-“ “John… P…Please come an get me…” John stopped then, actually hearing his voice. It sounded weak, pained. Shit. Something had happened. Was Paul still in danger?? “Where are you?” “C… Cedar Close…” What the fuck was he doing there? That was quite a diversion from his way home! “I’m coming, just sit tight!” John promised. “Don’t… don’t hang up! P…Please!” How could John deny that request? His poor Macca… he sounded so scared. “It’s okay… it’s okay love…I’m here… I’m leaving now okay I won’t be long…” Paul seemed to calm down a bit knowing that John wasn’t going to hang up on him. John kept him updated, telling him where he was and how far away he was. The usually 12 minute walk took John just 7 minutes as he ran, adrenaline pushing him forward. He needed to be with Paul now! “A… Alright P…Paul I…I’m here…” John panted down the phone as he arrived at the top of Cedar close. Nervously Paul emerged from his hiding place. As soon as John saw Paul, he hung up and rushed to him. Paul looked like he was going to go at any moment. “Paul! Oh my darling what happened??” John gave him a quick check over. It seemed he had been beaten up and fallen a few times, but other than that he seemed okay, at least John hoped. “Th… They caught me…” Paul mumbled. John didn’t have to ask who they were. He wondered if the sirens earlier had been anything to do with them. Usually it meant they were in the area. “I never should have let you go alone, never again Paul, d’ya hear me? I don’t care what you say I’m never letting you go home alone again…fuck…” All John could do was hold Paul, trying to keep his tears in. Something much worse could have happened tonight. Paul could have been killed… he could have lost Paul forever! “C’mon let’s get you home.” John put Pauls arm around his shoulder and started walking back. “I’ll call Mike…say ya staying around tonight.” John decided as they walked. He tried to be as fast as possible without causing Paul too much discomfort. He could have a bad injury John didn’t know about yet. As Paul stumbled again John stopped. “Alright. That’s it. Piggy back.” Ignoring Pauls objections, John helped Paul get onto his back. Yes that was much faster. As soon as John got in he carefully let Paul down and helped him up the stairs. Once he was settled on Johns bed, John was looking him over, making sure he didn’t have any serious injuries. He was littered in cuts and bruises and his ankle seemed to have twisted, otherwise he had been very lucky. “My poor baby… oh Macca…” John sighed sadly as he delicately kissed a bruise on Pauls hand. “What happened to ya?” “I… I dunno really… It was all a bit of a blur… they started chasing after me so I just… ran. I think I fell over a few times. But they did catch up…Somethin made them run away though…an… an I dunno what! I just… got scared an ran too…an…I had ta call ya…” John didn’t like the apologetic tone. “Macca if ya in danger like that I want ya ta call me! Shit if anything had happened…” “But nothing did happen.” Paul stopped John from going down that train of thought. “Nothin major happened and I’m fine.” Paul squeezed Johns hand a bit. “Well yeah this time ya are. I mean it Macca I ain’t letting ya wander around alone again. Never again.” Paul just gave John a little smile and nodded. “I know. You’ll keep me safe now.” John relaxed a bit. He knew Paul would be exhausted after all that. He stripped Paul down to his boxers then himself. Usually John would just go naked, but something about how fragile and hurt Paul looked right now stopped him. That wouldn’t be right. Instead he climbed into bed and helped Paul into a cuddle, wrapping the blankets around them. He kissed Pauls head and rubbed his back soothing him to sleep. Yes they were safe now, together and John vowed to himself, he would always keep Paul safe.

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Daisies

By: Mod McCartney

Rating: K- Enjoyable for everyone!

Pairings: John/Paul

Summery: Paul thinks about a lonely boy he met when he was a child.

Warnings: None.

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