fiivio
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
During their 1965 filming of Help, John learns something about Paul's devotion
Paul likes the attention, craves it, John knows, though he’ll never be able to get Paul to admit to it. Like a show dog, he thinks as Paul stumbles on the snow again, scowling and waiting to be collected up by one of the crew, wrapped up in his black furs and snow boots. It’s greedy, really. Someone should put him in his place, train him to behave better.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 6,625
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Collections:
- 1
- Comments:
- 42
- Kudos:
- 444
- Bookmarks:
- 54
- Hits:
- 5,948
Bookmarked by fiivio
15 Jun 2026
-
Tags
Summary
It was Paul that was disrupting John's sense of order. John had always known that Paul would fuck anyone who smiled his way. They'd shared beds, and girls, in Hamburg, and Paul loved the girls Mal brought to them in the hotels. But it wasn't girls that Paul was gravitating towards now that Jane was out of the picture.
John has a misconception about Paul’s social life, and Paul takes it upon himself to correct him.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,904
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Collections:
- 1
- Comments:
- 21
- Kudos:
- 130
- Bookmarks:
- 15
- Hits:
- 1,343
Bookmarked by fiivio
13 Jun 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Tokyo, June 30th 1966
He should have known better. He could blame the jet lag from travelling more than halfway across the world to Tokyo, or even the underlying stress of the upcoming activities planned for their time in Japan.
Yeah, Paul could think of about half a dozen good and acceptable reasons why his judgement was impaired.
Truthfully, however, the problem was John.
John’s eyes. John’s looks. John’s games.
----
In which John and Paul engage in a bet twenty minutes before a press conference.
Bookmarked by fiivio
13 Jun 2026
-
Tags
Summary
"You're an idiot," Paul says when they're alone again, shaking his head as he shuffles around to stand behind John, and the shadowed sight of the cut at the crown of John's head makes his stomach lurch, "you need stitches."
"Can't be that bad."
"Is, though."
"Can't be, barely even hit me head! Just a bonk on the way down."
Paul wants to argue. He wants to scream at the top of his lungs that John's lucky his bloody skull is so thick. He settles for just puffing up his cheeks with a big, big breath, holding it, and letting it out in a big, big rush.
And calling John an idiot again.
"S'at nice, Bunny? S'at a nice thing t'call your knight in shining armor?" John asks, and he's so bloody loud when he's drunk, and he cackles to himself as he reaches back to paw sloppily at Paul's hip.
"You're no knight," Paul responds coolly, and mercifully, it seems like the bleeding is slowing up. "And that had nothin' to do with me, so don't go draggin' me into it."
That's not strictly true, and Paul knows that, but what else is he supposed to say?
||
or: what's the difference between a drunken brawl and defending your beloved's honor, anyway?
Bookmarked by fiivio
13 Jun 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Paul and John have an emotional moment on the floor of their touring van while they are forced to cuddle for warmth.
Bookmarked by fiivio
11 Jun 2026