Synthetic Violets (Starrison Fan Fiction)
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Its Only Love - John Lennon X OC
----------- Based on the song, "It's Only Love" By The Beatles. The story is told through memories, letters, flashbacks, and diary entries. December 1964 Liverpool, England _-_-_-_-_-_-_ Karma Vaughn arrived in Liverpool beneath a sky so gray it felt like dusk had swallowed the morning. The wind off the Mersey bit through her coat, a far cry from the sun-soaked hills of the Texan countryside she'd left behind. But she didn't mind the chill- it made her feel awake, alive, like something was finally happening. She came chasing a dream and carrying a name nobody knew yet. Her great-grandmother had once sailed from Liverpool to Galveston, leaving behind cobblestone streets and red-brick row houses for open plains and southern skies. Now, generations later, Karma had returned, driven not by heritage, but ambition. She wanted to write. To tell stories. And Liverpool, pulsing with music, youth, and something electric she couldn't quite name, felt like the perfect place to begin. Fresh out of Texas A&M, she'd spent the last year working odd jobs, scraping together the courage- and the funds- for this leap. Her professors had made good on their promises, sending glowing recommendations across the Atlantic. And just like that, The Liverpool Post had taken a chance on the American girl with a sharp wit and a sharper pen. What she didn't expect was how quickly her world would spin. Behind every byline, every interview, every smoky barroom conversation, loomed the faces shaping a generation. Some smiled easily. Some saw right through her. But one of them- cocky, maddening, brilliant- had the nerve to spark something inside her she wasn't ready for. She didn't particularly like John Lennon. And yet, somehow, she already knew this story was going to be about him. ----- These are real people in fake scenarios written by me. I obviously don't own The Beatles or any lyrics or anyone or anything mentioned. #1 in #Lennon 5/30/25 -----Complete
𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 - 𝐇𝐨𝐰 || 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧
"I love you Rebecca. I want spend my whole life with you." George found his voice that felt like a roar from within. "I love you too George," Rebecca's voice cracked. "I need to confess something, but you have to promise me that you will keep an open mind, okay?" She asked almost sobbing. 𝗥𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗰𝗮 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝘅𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝗶𝗻 '𝟲𝟱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻, 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗚𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿. *** 𝗧𝘄: Mature content, alcoholism, drug use, smut, cursing and explicit adult situations. 𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱: September 2021 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱: December 2021 *** This is a work of fiction. While many characters and names are of actual people, they and their actions should be considered products of the imagination. This story is fictional and for the purposes of entertainment only.Complete
Roses Are Red
George ran a hand through his hair in distress as she walked away from him, her head held high. "What do I have to do to make you admit you love me?" George's voice cracked as he called out to her. Samantha stopped in her tracks and froze for a moment. Then, she turned on her heel. Her face was set in a hard scowl. Her anger at him had only grown from his sudden and unexpected comment. "Is that what you want me to say? You want me to admit it?" "For Christ's sake yes!" George exclaimed. "Fine!" She threw her hands up into the air in exasperation. "You win, George!" Samantha laughed incredulously. "I've always loved you-you -you goddamn idiot." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Samantha Clarke moved from America to Liverpool in 1956 at fourteen years old and met four lads who were destined to become one of the most famous bands in history. George Harrison bumped into his friend Paul and a random redhead girl on his walk home from school on a cloudy day in 1957. For both of them, there was a long and winding road ahead. "Roses are red, my love Violets are blue Sugar is sweet, my love But not as sweet as you" Updates Every Sunday | I DO NOT OWN THE BEATLES|Complete
Illegal Love - McLennon and Starrison
John and Paul start a relationship, and things quickly become a lot more complicated in their lives. Feelings are realized. Moments are had. Bridges are burned. Nothing will be the same again. Will love between two men prevail during the sixties, a time where being homosexual is taboo, and even onwards? McLennon and Starrison.Complete
I Saw Her Standing There (George Harrison) Part 1
The Lads meet Joie Armagh, a strong willed American girl, who influences their lives more than they wanted. T/W - swearing, drinking, drug references, adult situations, smut, fluff. **18 only please*** **This is a work of fiction. As such, it should not be read as a factual account of events or as biography. While many characters of the story bear the names of actual people, they and their actions have been imagined by the author and should be considered products of the imagination. This story is fictional and the events did not happen. It is written and re-produced here online for the purposes of entertainment only.** I do not own The Beatles. Thanks to owner for the disclaimer.Complete
your really obsessed with me?
a dupe of "secretly in love with you" by sgtjohnlennon check them out. its not the exactly the same, but somewhat close to it, in this story paul is obsessed with john, bare with me! this story is in the 2020s and lgbtq is legal! OKAY 👍 warning: straight up (not well put) smut - small fights - alcohol - crazy shit -ect. consider this a warning. read at ur own risk, the shit here won't make sense 🙏Complete
----------- Based on the song, "It's Only Love" By The Beatles. The story is told through memories, letters, flashbacks, and diary entries. December 1964 Liverpool, England _-_-_-_-_-_-_ Karma Vaughn arrived in Liverpool beneath a sky so gray it felt like dusk had swallowed the morning. The wind off the Mersey bit through her coat, a far cry from the sun-soaked hills of the Texan countryside she'd left behind. But she didn't mind the chill- it made her feel awake, alive, like something was finally happening. She came chasing a dream and carrying a name nobody knew yet. Her great-grandmother had once sailed from Liverpool to Galveston, leaving behind cobblestone streets and red-brick row houses for open plains and southern skies. Now, generations later, Karma had returned, driven not by heritage, but ambition. She wanted to write. To tell stories. And Liverpool, pulsing with music, youth, and something electric she couldn't quite name, felt like the perfect place to begin. Fresh out of Texas A&M, she'd spent the last year working odd jobs, scraping together the courage- and the funds- for this leap. Her professors had made good on their promises, sending glowing recommendations across the Atlantic. And just like that, The Liverpool Post had taken a chance on the American girl with a sharp wit and a sharper pen. What she didn't expect was how quickly her world would spin. Behind every byline, every interview, every smoky barroom conversation, loomed the faces shaping a generation. Some smiled easily. Some saw right through her. But one of them- cocky, maddening, brilliant- had the nerve to spark something inside her she wasn't ready for. She didn't particularly like John Lennon. And yet, somehow, she already knew this story was going to be about him. ----- These are real people in fake scenarios written by me. I obviously don't own The Beatles or any lyrics or anyone or anything mentioned. #1 in #Lennon 5/30/25 -----
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