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by @dailyhowl

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Summary:

Fall 1960. Ringo Starr, drummer with the Hurricanes, learns that John and Paul of the Beatles have disappeared. He's sucked into the network of rumors and speculations about the band and Lennon-McCartney, and becomes friends with George...

Why I like this fic:

Because of the dark, eerie atmosphere that captures the early Beatles magic perfectly (when they were Liverpool's beloved secret...), because of the way Ringo's POV is written, and because of the ending. I'd say it's Lynchian, but it's also its own, undefinable, lovely thing. The friendship between George and Ringo feels so real, too. Read it to make sense of this rambling rec. You will not regret it!

Ao3 | Livejournal tumblr: @bossymarmalade, @glockgal summary: you don’t get to the toppermost of the poppermost without a little sacrifice.

by @orphanbeat

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Summary:

Following the death of his mother in July of 1970, George visits Paul at his farm in Scotland.

Why I like this fic:

Because of the gorgeous George POV! And because it's a quiet story about the "other" relationship that was broken as a result of the Beatles breaking up—or was it? I loved the take on both George and Paul: both trying to grow up and missing their friendship and struggling to express it. The farmer/gardener connection, the shared music, George's maturity, a touch of mclennon (but not too much) tucked away at the center—it's all there.

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@blobmiffies (this is the author's writing blog--they haven't been active in a while however in both this blog and their main)

summary (copied from the fic):

He opens his eyes slowly, blinking rapidly until everything comes into focus. The wet asphalt shines like a mirror, reflecting the grey sky above, and it’s eerily quiet. Across from him looms an empty, dark Lime Street Railway Station. The city, gloomy and grey, smells like wet stone and exhaust fumes despite the obvious lack of vehicles. He’s alone. *** Paul's here. Not there. All of time is at his disposal, and he can do whatever he'd like. It is his afterlife, after all.

why i like this fic: it's such a beautifully written fic and the author's take on the afterlife is something i've never read before. It's unique and comforting and it honestly shifted my perspective on death and what comes after. I also love how the author characterizes each beatle; (and this honestly goes for all of their works tbh) how they talk and behave and their dynamics with each other that still remain the same even after decades spent apart.

By with_eyes_closed

the soft look of a deer, George has the knock-kneed one of a foal. All elbows and eyelashes –

http://archiveofourown.org/works/41951568.

Summary

1962. Brian detours while driving George home, and things come to a head. Loosely based on the story from Bob Spitz' biography.

Why I like this fic

A Beatles fic that just explores the dynamic in the band during the early days through the eyes of Brian with platonic John and paul . Yep love that. The way the author writes Brian and George's budding relationship (platonic) here and how they both gain each other's trust is so interesting. Of course the bits about Paul and John's protectiveness over George is very endearing too.

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By Selena

Summary

Sometimes, you just need the right kind of nourishment.

Why I like this fic

Liverpudlians using food to show the intimacy and care for each other .What's not to like . I especially love the John and Paul bit here . Generally this work is such a good snapshot of the fab 4's relationship at various stages in life.

by @the-paper-apricot

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Summary:

1988. Paul contemplates touring again.

Why I like this fic:

Because it's a beautiful, short expedition into Paul's mind, like no other I have seen. It's magical. And Paul is not alone...

After the Battle of the Clouds - an attempted battle that was aborted by a giant rainstorm, a few days after Brandywine and a few days before Hamilton went off on the mill-burning mission on which he was erroneously reported dead - Hamilton spent the still-stormy night lying in the corner of George Washington's room, looking, according to a visitor to HQ, "so like a cat."

So I had to write a fic about it, of course.