#begelle

[notonlymice]

begelle au

[beeeinyourbonnet]

Somewhere Out of Space and Time

Rating: M (language)

Pairing: Begelle (Belle x Begbie - Trainspotting)

Summary: Belle gets on a late night train to London to flee her life, and when it breaks down in the middle of nowhere, makes an unexpected connection with her seatmate. (this is currently a one-shot, but could be a longer fic. if people want.)

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It was as if the train sensed Belle’s dread. From the second she boarded, all it did was rattle and shake and make a strange whining noise that the porter assured her was fine and normal, though she couldn’t remember it from any train she’d ever been on.

She had a table seat, which had been more luck than anything, but she was glad for the place to put her tea and her book even though she was too anxious to read. She tried her best, focusing hard when a man finally boarded in Edinburgh and sat across from her while giving her the eye, then propped his feet up, plopped a beer can on the table, and promptly fell asleep holding it.

If only Belle could sleep. If only she would not arrive in London in eight hours or less, in the middle of the night, and then have a taxi drop her off on a disappointed father’s doorstep. If only a fairy godmother would sit next to her and turn her into anything that did not have to do that—pumpkin or princess, she wouldn’t complain.

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[barpurplewrites]

One Punch

Inspired by this POST

beacuse @anneelliotscat said they wanted to read some Begelle fics.

Lost of Swearing and a bit of non-graphic violence.

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Franco stared moodily at his pint. They called this fucking beer? Pishwater. Only savin’ grave was that this wee dive bar didnae expect a man to take oot a fucking mortgage to buy a drink, like that one on the main road. If he weren’t bein’ discreet like he would have knocked the snot oot of that conchie bastard barman, all hoity-toity, lookin’ doon his nose at likes of him. Cunt.

It hadn’t taken him long to find this wee place, Roddy’s or sumthin’ like that. Place was a bit on the grubby side, just like all the pubs he’d drank in back home. Fuck this beer. He belched. Ah well, second one mayno be so bad. A wave at the barmaid and he had another pint of pishwater in front of him

“Ta lassie.”

She gave him a bored smile and slouched away. Perfect, none o’this customer service, have-a-nice-day bollocks. He didnae need some pint pullin’ bint tellin’ him what to do with his day. Born right of every man to have a shite day, one o’them human condition thingies smartarses blabbed on aboot.

“Keep your fucking hands to yourself, Keith!”

He might know fuck all aboot philosophy and all that shite, but he knew that tone o’voice. It was aboot to kick off. Franco turned on his stool and leaned his elbows against the bar. Some lanky long-haired twat was grinning at a pretty wee lassie. Stupid bastard, thinkin’ he was gonna get his leg over, nay fuckin’ chance. O’course stupid twat was pushin’ his luck. Meebe if he didne back off Franco could wander over, give him a few whacks and a kickin’.

“Come on Belle. You put out for everyone else, am I not good enough for you?”

Franco leaned forward. He’d never liked fuckin’ cunts who didnae take a lassie’s ‘No’ for an answer. Only good thin’ aboot them was naebody gave a toss if they got a kickin’. Lanky twat stepped forward, lookin’ ready to make a grab for wee lassie.

“Fuck me!”

Wee lassie had balled her fist up and landed a crackin’ punch on lanky twat’s jaw. Scunner dropped like a sack o’shite. A wee dribble of blood oozed oot of his earhole. Fuck. Franco had seen this before. Back home, some muscle-bound bastard had taken a swing at some poor fucker, poor fucker had been deed afore he hit the floor. A wee lassie landin’ that kinda blow was a turn up for the books and nae mistake.

Once the barmaid worked oot that lanky twat wasnae just takin’ a nap, she’d be callin’ the police. And they wouldnae find Franco sat here drinkin’ a pint ready to help with them enquires, fuck no. He stood up, nowt to see ‘ere, just a fella goin’ for a slash. The wee lassie wasnae blubberin’, she looked right pissed off. Be a shame if she got pinched for the sake o’that twat.

“He’s nay getting’ up, if ye know what I mean. Might wanna get oot o’ere.”

After whisperin’ that in her ear, he sauntered on oot the door.

“Hey wait for me.”

The wee lassie had followed him oot, and was trotin’ along next to him, what the fuck?

“Yer nay comin’ with me.”

The glare she gave him looked just like that scary fuckin’ teacher he’d had when he was a kid. What was that cunt’s name?

“Why not? I got nowhere else to go.”

“I ain’t lookin’ for some Bonnie and Clyde shite.”

Wee lassie caught his arm like they were oot for a walk in the park. Brass balls on this one and nae mistake.

“Might be fun, bit of crime and mayhem.”

“Fuckin’ hell lassie, yer as bat shite crazy as me.”

Wouldnae be discreet like, would probably get him pinched by the police, but fuck it, keepin’ his heed doon was borin’ as fuck.

“What sort of mayhem were ye thinkin’ of, hen?”

[chippedcupwrites]

Francis “Franco” Begbie + Aesthetics

(more aesthetics)

[notonlymice]

a collage inspired by @beeeinyourbonnet's Somewhere Out of Space and Time ✨🚃🍻

[notonlymice]

begelle au [2]

[beeeinyourbonnet]

TMI Tuesday!

Hi! Hello! I keep forgetting to post this on Tuesdays but IT IS ALWAYS TMI TUESDAY, TO ME.

Some updates:

Despite starting five days late, I have caught up with myself and am back on track to complete not-nanowrimo. Sitting currently at almost 30k words.

That means I have not been working much on fic so I am trying to stretch what I have but bear with me. There will be an IGTBA update tomorrow and then it will go on hiatus for the holidays. I will NOT post fic the week of Thanksgiving unless I post a rumbelle thanksgiving fic 👀 (also might post the begelle since I have it. but might skip it for holiday reasons. IDK WE'LL SEE)

if anyone has any prompt lists that I can use for inspo, pls send them to me. pls. i am racking (wracking???) my brain for ideas. I have some but none of them are Speaking to me. I have a very delicate process xD

annnyway. All that is to say that uh. my inbox is open!

[beeeinyourbonnet]

In the Here and Now | Chapter 2

Rating: E

Pairing: Begelle (Belle x Begbie - Trainspotting)

Summary: Two months after they had a chance encounter on a train (Somewhere Out of Space and Time), Belle and Franco Begbie discover that they work not far from one another. (please mind the tags and author’s note on AO3)

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Today was no different than yesterday had been. Belle had no fewer friends than she had twenty-four hours ago. She still slept in her childhood bedroom, half-turned to storage. She still woke when her dad’s alarm went off at six to do deliveries and laid in bed, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on her ceiling.

But a piece of her had fallen off somewhere between fuck that and fuck off. She had read Franco on the train, she thought, but she probably should have known that the common ground she imagined between them was the product of no sleep, the adrenaline of finally leaving Gaston, and being stuck on the same train. 

Still, it had been a nice memory. A good memory. A stranger had taken the time to connect with her, and even though the memory had faded, even though she’d expected never to see him again, it had meant something to her.

She couldn’t make herself get out of bed to get ready. For an hour and a half, she’d lain there, comforter pulled to her chin, watching the stars until the room flooded with morning light and then switching to the clock.

If she didn’t get up, her father would be disappointed. He was disappointed that she was twenty-seven and divorced already, and she couldn’t make this his problem too.

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