#begacey

[notonlymice]

anyelle pairings that are more or less x) interesting to me

[notonlymice]

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[torithebardbarian]

A little bit of Begacey is on it's way! Keep the prompts coming, folks! I love you all!

[torithebardbarian]

(And you know it would come eventually.) Begbie, how are things with you and Lacey going?

Huvnae seen the burd since thit day. Ah dinnae miss the cunt, but. Ah'm sure she's goat hersel a new gadge tae ride her, fuck off.

[passionsanddevotions]

BEGACEY MEETS A BEAR

I’m stealing the Belle and Lacey as twins idea.  >_>    Sorry I'm terrible at Begbie.  :S

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They shouldn’t have even fucking been in America. But Lacey had insisted on coming to visit her twin sister, Belle - as proper and uptight as Lacey was free and relaxed - and Belle’s husband, some posh ponce with a suit and cane. The house was stifling and Lacey had brought Begbie to this bar to play some pool and unwind.

Playing had led to cursing and touching which had led to an attempted shag against the back wall outside the bar. Attempted because the owner had chased them off with a shotgun.

The attempted shag had resumed not too far away, just inside the tree-line behind the bar. That attempt had gone down the shitter when Lacey had pointed out the bear ambling towards them through the trees, sending them scrambling back towards the bar, the sound of the bear starting to run behind them making their hearts pound.

Just before they’d reached the door, a shotgun had gone off and the sounds of the bear running stopped for a moment as it made some sort of grunting noise. Begbie and Lacey had continued into the bar at a run, the owner slamming the door shut behind them and locking it.

Twenty minutes later and the animal was still scratching around the doors and windows. Begbie cursed a blue streak and wondered if he was ever going to get a shag.

[torithebardbarian]

That had all been fun and games, but now Franco’s anger and drunkenness was turned towards her and Lacey was terrified. She cowered in a corner of her closet, biting her lip to stay silent as Begbie crashed through the flat looking for her.“Get the fuck oot here, ya fucking cunt!” she heard him bellow. “Ah’ll fucking ave ye!”She should have left him ages ago.

Okay, so, one thing about Begbie that is made pretty clear in the books is that he has a tendency to create false images of his mates in his mind. He overstates people, raises the expectations, but there when that expectation is failed to be met... bad things happen. I imagine that he does the same thing with his love interests. He puts them on a pedestal, and if they fall off, he get's mad. It's partly that he feels betrayed. Who dare they not meet his expectations of them?

I imagine Lacey was out drinking, maybe got to the bar earlier than Franco, and when he got there, he caught her chatting up a guy, or maybe flirting with the bartender, or dancing with someone. Or maybe he came home to the flat and found her sitting on the couch with some gadge. Maybe she was even kissing him. I don't really see Lacey as being unfaithful, but sort of like Franco, I don't see he holding the tightest definition of an exclusive relationship. But they've been together for over a year, and Franco does not allow for his women to flirt or be unfaithful. He would be livid, even it it was all just innocent fun.

Lacey to me is very much a Belle that has had all of her most "Belle-like" qualities dulled or even removed. Her love of books is one of those. Her ability to see the good in everyone. But another huge one is her bravery. Lacey is not as likely as Belle is to stand up and look the monster in the eye. She is not going to face down a direct assault like Belle would, like Belle has. Instead, she hides in the closet. It's a very un-Belle-like thing to do.

But Lacey also isn't stupid. She knows that she should have left Begbie ages ago. She's probably known that in the back of her mind for a good long while. But she was blinded by her attraction, and by the excitement of it. And she probably thought herself immune to some degree, which is of course irrational, but there you are. She probably thought that Franco would never actually turn on her like that, but as soon as he did... she realized how silly she had been to think that.

[torithebardbarian]

Lacey: What would you get Begbie for his birthday?

Some lingerie. For me to wear, not for him.

And a new knife-sharpening block.

The lingerie wouldn’t last very long, I’m sorry to say….

[torithebardbarian]

It was her first time in Las Vegas. Apparently, it was his as well. One of them had done their research. The other had not. Begbie quickly found himself blindsided by culture shock. Lacey was slamming down shot after shot, having the time of her life. They had never met before tonight, but their lives were about to become hopelessly entangled in a little chapel, with a terrible Elvis impersonator. It had all started in jail.

“Fucking Yankee cunts!” Begbie shouted through the bars of his cell. He had brushed against a casino security guard, quite by accident. It was enough provocation to earn him a pat-down. His blade earned him a night in this cell.

“Shouting isn’t going to help,” came an amused, feminine voice from the corner of the cell. Franco turned and watched a pretty burd with auburn hair sashay towards him. “Lacey French.... You in here for ‘drunken indecency’ too, pretty boy?”

“Git tae fuck, ya doss cunt.”

“Oh, the language!” She mocked an expression of shock. “What’s your name, then?”

“Frank. Eh, Francis Begbie.”

“What d’you say we find a way out of this cell, Francis? And then you and I go have a drink...?”