miiiight fuck around and post a one-shot of something else tomorrow tho. WE'LL SEE.

also everyone go read her Covetous, it's amazing

an eyebrow wiggle? check. a wee turn of the head? check. a sunshine grin? check. a goofy ole’ finger point? check. these gifs possess the same exact energy.

YOu have made my night - and this tiny idea, if it has any indication of the actual fic, will def put me 6 feet deep via death by adoration!

[SNOW ANGEL] 🌟

Soon it becomes clear to him that the safest place to be is next to the girl he saved, Belle, who has the enviable quality of opening all sorts of things. Soon convenience turns to true affection when he realises that, far from being safe, Belle was code for trouble. Soon keeping her alive becomes his unofficial job as they both travel through London Below in search of answers and safety.

Chapter One It was her, it had to be her. No one else could possibly have eyes that blue or be so impossibly wee and darn sexy. Plus she had the killer heels, her head buried in a book and the same cute quizzical look on her face. To confirm his suspicions Wee Jock was also responding vigorously at the sight of her, he had always known when she had been about springing up like a guard dog ready for action. Not that there had ever been any chance of that then or now. Andrew Noston peered again over the top of his copy of Macbeth. He was going to have to find another place to study. It was difficult enough not to get distracted from deciphering Shakespeare without this apparition before him. That’s right it was a ghost, like the play, his mind had conjured up this spirit. Belle had been his inspiration, his guardian angel, his reason to hope, and now when he was so close to his dream of getting an actual qualification he had summoned her. It must be because he was so tired, too much studying, too many late shifts, too many sleepless nights, that’s what it had to be – a ghost. A ghost from the past that had led him to the future and Christ his head was buzzing with literary illusions and wouldn’t the real Belle have smiled and waved her hands and been so happy at the change in him. And oh no he must have been staring at her and now she was looking directly at him, head cocked to the side, a puzzled look on her oh so beautiful face. But feck oh feck feck feckity feck she was tottering over to him and mouthing the name that he hoped he would never hear again. “Nosty? Nosty is that you?” “Erm..Andrew Noston, actually, miss, Access student at the college here, studying for exams miss”. Oh shite he was babbling like a small idiot child and had he lied or not, he wasn’t quite sure and what was with all this “miss” business? Oh feck, she was pulling out the seat next to him now, Wee Jock was out of control at the closeness. “Oh, Nost..Mr Noston I’m so pleased” and then she whispered “honestly I won’t say a thing” and then getting louder and louder “But you can’t imagine how happy I am to see you and to hear that news, and oh, and I`m waving my hands again and I had been trying so hard not to since you used to ‘take the Mickey out of me’ all those years ago. How many?” Andrew was truly gobsmacked, his thigh was so close to touching hers, and those eyes were mesmerizing, he could not help but answer like he was enchanted to tell everything and only the truth. “It was seven years ago that I last saw you in the library at Belmarsh prison, you said that I could do it, to stop pretending that I didn’t give a shit, to just grab any chance even if it was like grasping a snake when you were drowning in a river, and to stop sneering at my book and to read it and see that I was Johnathan Livingston seagull and that I could fly high in the sky and that …” Belle stopped his gabbling with a delicate finger and pressed to his lip. It was soft, smooth and he could feel her pulse throbbing away. He might be melting. They were both full on staring at each other now and he could not pull his eyes away, until she sighed and said, “I’m annoyed you have cut you hair, I loved those locks and now I will never be able to touch and tug on them”. She then blushed and stood up quickly and tip-tapped away with only a brief look back at him and was that a wink?