“not the first time you saved my life.”

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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Begbie’s foot jiggled, and for once, he was silent as he drank his pint and smoked. Let Rents and Sick Boy blather on. He didn’t care what anyone had to say. There was only one person he wanted to talk to, and she was out breaking up with fucking Todd.

“Beggars, what’s wrong?” Sick Boy finally asked, setting his empty pint down. “You look forlorn.”

“Fucking forlorn,” he scoffed, foot jiggling faster. Yesterday, after they’d left the park, they’d dropped their sodden bags at Belle’s house and then walked all around. They’d also made out against several walls, and though Begbie would have ripped his trousers off anywhere the second she said the word, he didn’t exactly mind blanketing her petite frame with his, pressing her against whatever flat surface he could find. He just wanted to be around her, even now, at the pub with his mates. Wouldn’t have scoffed at having his tongue in her mouth either.

“Where’s Belle?” Renton asked. “Haven’t seen her since Friday. Did she get bored?”

If Begbie had been the sort of man to waste a beer, he’d have tossed the remainder of his into Renton’s smarmy laughing mug, but since he wasn’t, he just slammed his fist into his shoulder. Belle had gone home early yesterday evening because Begbie couldn’t spend a Saturday anywhere but out and she was tired. He’d talked to her this morning but hadn’t seen her since.

“No, fucking cunt,” he said while Spud giggled awkwardly and Sick Boy did something with his face that Begbie would have liked to punch off. “She’s dumping Todd.”

Ooooh okay gonna rec some other people's! SOME FAVES IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:

Passions Made of Nothing by @killingkueen

From Shattered Places by @standbyyourmantis

Don't Feed the Plants by Bad_faery

Hydeous by @suchadearie

UNTIL THE SUN RISES AGAIN | CHAPTER 17

SHIP | Alucard x Olrox

RATING | Explicit

SUMMARY | When Alucard awakens to help Richter Belmont save the world, he doesn't expect to find an ally in another vampire-let alone the very same who once killed Richter's mother. Yet every moment spent in Olrox's company reminds him of what it means to be human.

After Erzsebet Bàthory devours the sun, Olrox has no choice but to put what little faith he has in the family who once killed the only man he ever loved-including a ghostly dhampir who reminds him of all that he lost.

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Adrian could feel the steady beat of Olrox's pulse beneath his fingertips as he stroked his throat. He'd lost track of how many times he'd pushed past his perfect lips and into the lush wet of his mouth—but how would it feel to press a claw through his skin? Into the flesh? Soft and wet and raw and hot and bloody?

“Go ahead,” Olrox encouraged him, his mouth curved with an amused smile. “Let's see you be this composed once the smell of my blood hits your senses… awakens your long-neglected appetite for something that doesn't have four legs and a reputation for rolling around in its own shit.”

A laugh leapt past Adrian's lips, pulling him out of his thoughts. He'd grown much too fond of the man pinned beneath him now, much too attached to his wit and his knowing smiles.

Mizrak had pushed Olrox away, and that was such a terribly predictable folly for a mortal man to make, wasn't it? To not be able recognize or adequately appreciate something or someone so beautiful and wonderfully alive.

Because the thought of marking Olrox, of claiming him for himself, made Adrian's heart wrench with want.

“You'd let me mark you?” he asked, growing increasingly enamored with the idea as he traced his clawed finger along Olrox's throat. “Make you mine? Knowing it might last for days? Weeks? Possibly years? Possibly centuries?”

The narrow slits of Olrox's pupils widened, and Adrian watched as they swept down to his chest, narrowing to slits again as they focused on the scar there.

“…I would,” Olrox said at last, and looked back up to his face. “But not on the throat.”