John finds a box in his attic filled with memories of Paul. Delving into the past, while Paul returns in the present, John struggles with fate--namely, can history take a different course on December 8th, 1980? [McLennon]

Everything John has experienced with Paul, from their meeting to their first kiss to their devastating split is written in this bedtime story, one that John might never be brave enough to tell Sean.

21-year-old Paul McCartney, who has recovered from a mental breakdown due to stress and his mother's sudden, unexpected death, has recently moved to London where he now rents a cheap flat with his friend George. Having needed to give up his medicine studies, he has decided to start over and go to art college instead where he meets the rude and troublesome John Lennon, a young poet, who, much to Paul's dismay, also happens to be his neighbour. (Modern, College/University AU)

1820s. John Lennon (24) works as the apprentice of a well-known portraitist and is tasked to do the picture of the young Mr Paul McCartney. He is the eldest son of Jim McCartney, a wealthy and powerful landowner, and has the reputation of an arrogant, spoiled brat with a pretty face, who has a way of wrapping anyone around his finger. But John soon finds out things are not as straightforward as they may seem. Pairing: John/Paul Rating: Nc-17 Set in: early 1820s, Jane Austen AU Disclaimer: I do not own The Beatles. This is fiction and I do not make money with this. Author's note: This was requested to me a while ago and many of you seem excited for this so enjoy!

Paul McCartney has got a chance to change John Lennon's fate. There's a man with magic powers who somehow becomes Paul's friend along the way. There are a handful of time traveling organizations, none of which are exactly what they appear to be. Oh, and something really needs to be done about the fact that John seems to be in love with Paul... [Paul McCartney/John Lennon]

John didn't move for a good minute or two. Then he set down his guitar and stood up. He walked over and sat down on the edge of Paul's bed and cupped the younger boy's face in his hands. "Paulie, listen to me. I'm in love with you. You. You, and no one else. I will never love someone the way I love you. Nor will I love someone to such intensity. I love you. I love you. I love you." Paul smiled. Because it was exactly what he needed to hear to put his brain at ease. "I know....I love you, too."