#( hiero & begbie )

[shiftingmuse]

Hiero x Begbie - Love Is Madness - 30 Seconds To Mars

You are insane

My desire

A violent daydream

Love, love

You are crazy

A perfect liar

Said you'd save me

Love, love

[therosepetalrps]

@shiftingmuse ・❥・continued thread

『✣』 She'd never been inside Franco's flat before.

Their encounters had always been at her place, in her world. Wherever he came from, whatever life he lived outside of her, hadn't mattered. Like he'd been cut right off the page and pasted onto hers.

Maybe it wasn't even the same flat he'd lived in back then. Maybe this place was something new, something he'd acquired in that big black hole of missing time.

It was cleaner than she had expected. But there was a reason for that — and it wasn't because Franco had developed a passion for home economics in her absence. Oh yes, she knew a woman's touch when she saw it. It wasn't like it took a genius anyway. Two toothbrushes in the bathroom, a lipstick on the coffee table, ugly dresses in the wardrobe, a box of tampons under the sink. A sealed box of tampons. That coupled with the secondhand paperback of 'What to Expect When You're Expecting' on the nightstand painted a picture that made Hiero's blood run so hot, she feared she might explode from it.

She had enough time alone in the apartment to go through waves of it — cycling through the five stages of grief like an asylum patient clawing at her padded walls. Part of her wanted to just smash the place up with the bat she'd found in the closet and vanish back into the night. But she resisted the urge. She waited.

The hour was getting late, but that didn't surprise her. Lord knows he probably still drank himself stupid night after night. Would he even come home at all tonight? He could just as well be passed out in the gutter or couch-surfing with one of his loser friends. She didn't want to be responsible for what might happen if his little lady came home instead.

Hiero heard the footsteps first, then the jingling of keys preparing to unlock a door that no longer had any need for it. Then she heard the enraged hollering and....well, she'd know that voice anywhere.

The door swung open violently, slamming into the wall. It should have made her jump, but it didn't. She had expected it. She wouldn't have left the door ajar if she hadn't wanted him to find it that way.

❝ 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐀' 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓? ❞

Light from the florescent bulbs in the hall spilled into the dim room, though the pair of them were still half-cast in shadow. That same light glinted off a small silver blade gripped in his shaking fist. He wasn't much more than a silhouette, just like the shape she'd thought she'd seen in her periphery a million times since she'd left.

She crossed her legs, exaggerating her relaxed position on the sofa, as though she were right at home. She grinned, like the mere sight of him wasn't a knife twisting in her side. ❝ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄? ❞

[of-princes-and-savages]

I saw you posted some Durza anyelle the other day, which got me thinking about anyelle. What do you like? What's your favourite? What do you not like so much? What do you know nothing about? etc. I hope you are feeling better! :)

Thank you! My cramps are nonexistent, shockingly. I’m a happy camper there!

Now, the first piece of Anyelle I read, I didn’t know what I was reading at the time. It was this hybrid piece of Macelle/cursed!Rumbelle I can’t recall the name of, and then when I found some of the Rumbelle stuff they’d done I went to see what other goodies they had. Anyelle is also the reason I found AO3, because as anyone who’s come to AO3 from FF.net knows, it’s kind of superior as far as searching for the goods goes. There’s never enough Anyelle, or Anyem.

It might be a cheap answer, but I love completed fics the best. I have issues with well-written stories that get abandoned, especially when there’s not enough of that pairing to start with.

As for my favorites? I’ve read just about everything I could get my hands on, (I even read a Sergei, who should never get a Belle, *hiss*) with traditional Belle and her Lacey counterpart. I do like your basic Rushbelle and Macelle, those seem to be the most popular options. One of my MOST FAVORITES that there’s never enough of and I pounce on each new bit is Nostelle. I have a soft spot for Danny Devine because he has no chill, *pets* and I ship him and Lacey without shame for reasons I can’t comprehend myself but it just works. Renard is another favorite, there’s just something about him that says, “I need a Belle.” Shelle, Plunkelle, Gazelle, Bellish, Barnelle, Durzelle, Lachelle, just name a Bobby and throw a Belle at him, I kind of love them all.

Kind of. There are some exceptions. I’m not really big on Belle and Ives because I don’t think Belle can go for cannibals. (That’s what Hiero is for, who I also ship with Renard.) Obviously Sergei is a no-go and...y’know, Hitler. That’s a bad. And I’m kind of terrified of Begbie, actually, so I always fear for Belle/Lacey’s safety when he’s around.

I have no idea who this David Russell guy is from The Last Enemy is, but I keep meaning to look for him. Same with Eric Wirral, who I know is a soccer coach but can’t recall his movie. Basically, I think one day I should sit down and write a whole glossary of the Anyelle/Anyem possibilities because there’s just too many and not enough representation of them.

(PS, have you ever noticed people talk in Anyelle terms like there’s a little breeding stable of them?)

[shiftingmuse]

Trouble - Halsey : Francis Begbie x The Hierophant

[shiftingmuse]

Francis Begbie x The Hierophant - Kindred Spirit;

ao3 link x

{Based on an old roleplay which I went back and read today; Basically Hiero and Begbie had a night together and he ends up leaving her only to come back and find Hiero is gone.}

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Franco sat on a beat-up couch, reviewing the night he had experienced away from his mates. The blonde had come into his life without warning and left him feeling inadequate without her near him. It had only been a week, but he was certain something was wrong. In the time away from her, June had come looking for him going on about a baby. It hit Begbie like a ton of bricks, thinking she was with a child. He'd only been with her a few times; he knew he couldn't be the father. 

That had knocked him off his feet and on his arse; he hadn't forgotten about the blonde, but he sure as shite went into hiding. So much so that he got himself pinched for a few days. When he got out, the first thing he did was try and find the woman's apartment. 

It took him longer than he expected, but he found the pub and then made his way to where she led him that night. Franco noted the keypad on the door and waited until someone went into the apartments before he could sneak in after them. Her apartment was on the second floor; he remembered that, and the door was not so difficult to spot either. His knocking didn't lead to anyone coming to check up on him. When it became too apparent no one was in, he pulled the knife from his back pocket and jimmy the door open. 

He could tell right away no one had been in the apartment for some time. The bottle of whiskey they finished together was still on the couch. 

As he looked around the space, it felt empty; it felt like someone had left town. 

It took him a moment to register what he was feeling before he ran through the place. Anything he could open and check, he did so. He was trashing the place from the living room to the kitchen and then the bedroom. When everything set, when he realized she was gone, Begbie stood next to the bed with the knife in his hand. 

"Whit did Ah dae, whit did Ah fuckin dae!?"

He flipped the knife open and then just went to shit about the situation. His anger that had been building up dove into the bed. Franco just lunged at the mattress and stabbed the item over and over again. The man kept stabbing at the thing until a spring came loose and cut his hand. "Fuck!" He shouted before his eyes focused on the blood dripping on the mattress.

"Fuckin psychopath..." 

The whimper came a moment later before he got himself off the torn-up piece and hauled himself into the living room. His blood dripped through the apartment as he went, even as he came to sit on the couch.

No tears were shed, but the man was disturbed. 

"She's gain." 

Her blonde curls, those blue eyes, a short skirt, floral-pattered blouse, and kitten heels. Begbie closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa. Those red-painted lips came into his mind watching her giggle as she called him bitter names. As she riled him more and more, wanting him to thrash and lash out. He set the blade down on the opposite side of the couch, then himself. 

One of his hands reached up to touch a bit of flesh on his neck. It wasn't completely healed yet, but he knew the cut would scar. 'What is it, Franco? Don't think I won't cut you!?' Oh, that threat became a reality; she left him with a wound that she lapped at. His little minx, his wee bonnie missus, his...

"Hiero." 

Begbie opened his eyes before he looked around the room for a moment. His hand wasn't bleeding as badly when he looked at the thing again. A frown on him before he reached for a handkerchief out of his pocket to wrap up the item. 

"...she's gain." 

A sigh came from the mustachioed Scotsman before he went to stand. "Ye waur nae a waste ay fuckin' time, ah was." He says leaving the knife behind on the couch. Feeling like his heart had been ripped out, knowing she was truly gone. 

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Notes;

The knife Franco leaves at the apartment is the knife Hierophant gives him in the roleplay.

The rage he feels stabbing at the mattress is the idea he feels as if he's been fucked over. His rage is a mixture of loss and fear that he'll never see the woman again. Bleeding through the apartment is him trying to leave a part of him behind. While leaving the knife is letting go of Hiero because if she's just left without letting him know she's gone, then in his mind she wants nothing to do with him. 

We can play on the idea she knows about June and the baby or just that she left because she's an assassin and was never meant to stay long. Either way, it's just an angsty little drabble piece.

[shiftingmuse]

I just can't help that 'I know you know' Charlie looks like Begbie and I was like what would they look like having aged and then I saw a picture of Liz from 'True Colours' and I was like that's probably as close to Hierophant as I'll find. lol

Do as you need to with this information; I just thought it was neat.

@therosepetalrps

[shiftingmuse]

🫂 for hiero & franco

Hierophant & Franco Begbie -

Franco's jealousy is unmatched by his stupidity; he sees anyone who even glances at Hiero as a challenger. His insecurities are written all over him like slurs etched into his skin. He'd beat up anyone who dared try and touch her while they were out together, and he's had his moments. Even going as far as looking to her before he cut a man to make sure she knew he was doing so for her. Knowing she's driven him to these moments just because of how they met so quickly and easily before becoming lovers. 

Hiero is the only woman he's craved more than desired, like a drug addict. He couldn't gripe too much, but not too little about Renton and the rest needing smack. When the blonde left his life, he did too much to try and get anything close to what he had with her. It was so bad that the lipstick that Begbie left on the coffee table wasn't just there because it reminded him of Hiero. He had used it to remember what she looked like holding the item that morning as he touched himself on the couch. 

Begbie had thought of many reasons why Hiero was gone over the last year. She left him because he wasn't good enough, was murdered because she got too close to her last assignment or even became pregnant, and left him knowing he wouldn't be a good enough father. Franco had kept himself up at night thinking of why she left him. He drank so much that he ended up back with June after their baby scare was over. Only to end up getting the woman pregnant again because he couldn't just believe Hiero would come back for him. 

Bonus Entry - {and small reveal for the actual RP}

Franco has a tattoo of the word 'Hierophant' on himself and got it done by someone while he was locked up at one point. It's not something hidden well on him, but it's nothing like the tattoo on his hand that says 'Begbie'. June detests it because even though he doesn't mention the woman around her, she knows of the 'imaginary other woman' and hates seeing that word on him. Only she's too timid to say anything about it to him. 

[shiftingmuse]

...I'm writing more Begbie x Hiero stuff and I'm not hiding that 'he might be gay/bisexual' bits because I'm gonna be honest. I have my opinions on the matter but I don't know 100% everything I need to know.

I just know that if Ives can get paired up with a woman, than so can Franco.

Ives and Begbie are like the opposite sides of a coin. Both are extremely violent characters, homosexual tendencies but no direct view of them having been with a guy. {Ives flirted with Boyd intensely and Franco confused a crossdresser for a woman.}

They are the same but different in the horror violence and almost real world violence point of views.

[shiftingmuse]

Franco told his mates about the bird; he told them everything he could remember about the night in question. They all got a laugh at him about it; they knew he was jumpy since June told him about the bairn. Only he wasn't jumpy; he was hurt and confused.

His mates didn't believe him, and he was starting to think he made the whole thing up. Who got so close to someone after one night and expected them to still be around when they came looking for them!? 

Begbie was a mess, and when he was a mess, he kept the hurt inside of him but let the anger flow freely. 

[shiftingmuse]

I don't know who originally ran 'anyellerps' and that's on me {memory issues}, but I would like to point out we had a Begbie and Hiero roleplay that went on for a long time, and I for one miss the idea of Hiero and Begbie now. 

Today I went back and read as much as I could considering the 'anyellerp' account was deleted, and geezus, was that a trip. 

Mixed with reading 'trainspotting' off and on, I am so interested in that dynamic more. Just to let you know @therosepetalrps or anyone else interested in that at a future point in time.

[shiftingmuse]

'Waur ye ever really haur?' {Begbie x Hiero} {Well mentions of Heiro.}

The stinging in his neck woke him up first; blood was dried from the cut he made in his drunken stupor. Franco wasn't the brightest, and give him enough alcohol, and he could get himself to his own state of violent euphoria.

"Fuck…"

His mouth tasted bitter, like a stale cigarette and piss. Begbie had gotten himself up off the bunk and ran a hand through his knotted locks.

It almost felt like a typical afternoon for a weekend in the pen, but something felt off. He relieved himself and realized his bunkmate was still asleep. "Bufty cunt…" The words were a low murmur before he straightened himself and went over to the mirror on the wall.

"Noo that's a guid a one." Blood was staining the wife-beater Franco was wearing, and he assumed the blood was just from his neck.

"Whit th' fuck did Ah dae lest nicht?"

Jacob opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Franco. "Shite mate, hoo is th' tattoo?"

"Tattoo?" Begbie's head spun back hearing the other man stir. "Whit fuckin' tattoo?"

His bunkmate chuckled softly, knowing the other man wouldn't remember. They got pretty trashed that night; it wasn't shocking that Franco would forget.

"Ye woods forgit somethin' loch that; nae wonder ye hae sae mony oan ye awreddy!"

The mustachioed smaller male glared at the other man, but he wasn't too piss-poor to argue. "Whaur th' fuck did Ah gie a tattoo!?" He growls before Jacob pointed to the man's shoulder. The one just under his cut, where a good bit of blood was pooled into a stain on his shirt.

"Yoo're kiddin' me?"

Begbie's hand shifted his shirt, and then he soon just took the whole thing off. Something he didn't like doing most of the time around other men.

"Yeah, we didne kin wa ye wanted 'at oan yoo; ye ne'er seemed loch th' religioos type…never seemed loch th' type intae anythin' borderin' it."

As Jacob was talking, Franco's fingers ran along the lettering on his collarbone. The cut made some sense now, opening an old wound, he thought…or maybe just counteracting against the pain of the needle.

"Aam nae fuckin' religioos; it has naethin' fur tae div wi' it."

His fingers just kept running over the letters 'H.I.E.R.O.P.H.A.N.T.' It wasn't the nicest-looking piece, and it meant that even though the time had passed, and he did his best to not think about her. Hiero was still on his mind when he let his inhibitions fade.

"Weird wuid tae jist gie tatted oan ye, mebbe ye shoods lay aff th' lavvy water fur a wee bit, mate."

Begbie's glare was focused on the mirror, hardly listening to his cellmate any more. "She's nae real." He says to himself, his eyes softening at the idea of a girl. A beautiful blonde woman with red lips and blue eyes. She was like an angel with a blade under her skirt.

"Hiero?"

Franco's eyes began to tear up as he thought about her scars, about her back, and all the things he couldn't protect her from.

Jacob watched the man softening, and it was like seeing some kind of mythical creature. Franco never just broke in front of people, and he knew to turn away if the other man tried to lash out.

"Yoo waur ne'er real, waur ye? Bonnie?"

As his hand fell slowly down to his side, Begbie went to say something, and it all hit him at once. He turned his head quickly as he began to get sick right then and there from the alcohol he had consumed the night before.

It had wrecked his stomach, his mind, and part of the psychotic man's heart. If he truly had a heart, he would be spilling it all into the toilet. Retching and trying to hold back tears from the pain of it all.

'Waur ye ever really haur?'

[therosepetalrps]

✧ -surprise me on which muse you want to do this for!

»»—— 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 ✧ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄. ——««

it HAD to be hiero & franco. they aren't enemies to lovers — they're enemies AND lovers.

I would kill you. ✧ 𝗜 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗣𝗛𝗬𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗛𝗨𝗥𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨. ✧ 𝗜 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗨𝗡𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗩𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗗. ✧ 𝗜 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨. ✧ 𝗜 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨. ✧ 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗢𝗬 𝗠𝗘. ✧ You scare me. ✧ 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗠𝗘. ✧ 𝗜 𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗘 𝗜 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨. ✧ I pity you. ✧ 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗚𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗠𝗘. ✧ 𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ 𝗜’𝗗 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗠𝗬 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗. ✧ 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗠𝗬 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗠𝗬 𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗠𝗬. ✧ 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗠𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗬. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ 𝗜 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗙𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗕𝗬 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ 𝗜 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛 𝗠𝗘. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ 𝗜 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗟𝗜𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨. ✧ 𝗜 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗟𝗜𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨. ✧ 𝗜 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗦𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨. ✧ 𝗜 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗦𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗕𝗬 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘. ��� 𝗜 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗛𝗨𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨. ✧ 𝗜 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ 𝗜 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ 𝗜 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 (𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬).

[shiftingmuse]

[SURPRISE] - from Hiero to Begbie

( for whenever you feel better 💖 )

Surprise - 'for one muse to come home and find the other already inside.'

The walk up the stairs was a bit more defeated than usual.

Franco had just left the pub with several quid still in his pocket after robbing the yanks who tried to get in his face that evening.

Sick boy told him it might have been a waste, but Renton was jonesing so badly it didn't matter. They got the bastards when they were going for the back. Begbie roped Second Prize into the mix, and they did what was needed. Franco's knuckles were bruised, and he had a gash over his left eye by the time it was all over.

He knew if June found him like that, he was going to hear it all, but he wasn't in the mood. It had been longer than he had realized since he last thought about the blonde vixen. Anytime he tried thinking about her he thought about June now.

There was a six-pack in his right hand as he was making his way up the stairs. Getting to his apartment without anything more than a thought to get home and turn on the telly for a bit. Checking his watch halfway up to his place, he knew the missus should have been gone by then. Only as he made his way to the front door, his brow raised, and he winced at the pain from the wound.

"Fuck!" He shouted.

"I tauld ye tae keep th' duir locked; ye think nae one is gonnae tae try an' come in withit warnin'!?"

June and Franco weren't the best pair; the woman had been staying with him since he found out about the bairn. However, one thing he wasn't expecting was her to be there. 

"Wait…" He was partly intoxicated when it all dawned on him. Frank stopped and dropped the beer he'd been holding. His right hand reached around back to the blade he had hidden under his red jumper. "Who th' fuck is thaur!?" He hissed before kicking open the door further to see what was going on. His flat door gave quickly as he stood at the doorway. Begbie was usually one to rush in, but this didn't feel right.

"Yoo said ye woods be fuckin' gain, sae Ah need ye gain!" 

They weren't having a fight, but June wasn't supposed to be there; no one was. He had the flat all to himself for the weekend. "Ah swear if Ah hae tae drag ye it, hen, Ah will dae it!" If anyone were there, it would be June; if it wasn't June, then some bloke was about to have his teeth knocked in. 

[shiftingmuse]

Francis Begbie x The Hierophant

[shiftingmuse]

Oh that is both terrible and amazing, I could see that. Hiero is playing the part and Danny is just trying to get what he's deserved/owed.

I think Hiero and Danny might be a fun match, but I also forsee that bastard talking himself into getting killed.

[shiftingmuse]

@therosepetalrps

...well, now we know what happened to Hiero. She's off taking care of a priest!

Geezus I shouldn't be surprised, but I admit I'm surprised, though that's on me. I'm sorry you went through that; sadly, I've been there with Tumblr before. It sucks, but you did what was best for you.

With the roleplay though, I mean it's technically all there, but clearly at one point I didn't tag some posts, so it's missing parts. Still a very long read and chaotic. Those two together are like a soap opera of violence and porn, but mostly violence. 

Begphant...Hierobie!!!

But seriously, why are there not Hiero x Begbie fics!? I've seen several people mention those two, but I have seen no fic. If people can write Hiero x Ives, Hiero x Begbie should have some stuff as well!