After 63 sucked-till-dry blood bags, George was laying down in his king-sized bed with his guitar beside him.
He was absolutely alone in the Mccartney mansion, with blood bags and his guitar. Usually, he liked being alone. But then, he liked the idea of being alone with someone better. Preferably if that someone had blue eyes and a big, adorable nose.
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Alive | Starrison [✔️]
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] George knew he was going to turn him, one way or another. He knew he was going to fuck it up as he always did. Paul was surely going to have his head and Ringo might be terrified of him when he finds out. You know what? Fuck it. If you...
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