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[emospritelet]

hanna-writes replied to your post: Dark Heart! Gold. So what did Belle do that made...

*pinches bridge of nose* for the love of fuck

Okay I just laughed out loud.  This is like you and @iatethebiscuit telling Penance!Gold what a moron he was XD

[emospritelet]

hanna-writes replied to your post: A snippet for chapter 4 of Empty Corridors? After...

*the chanting of thousands of voices can be distantly heard across the globe* BFAE! BFAE! BFAE! BFAE! BFAE!

Yeah, I don’t know why my muse buggered off for so long, but it’s back.  Expect post-coital talking, some plotting, and smut

[aaaaamorphous-entity]

hanna-writes replied to your post: Y’know now that I’m older and understand...

Oh gosh I knoooooow! THANKFULLY he grew out of it more or less, and matured enough that Arya no longer felt like she was being pursued by a Literal Child™, but regardless, I cannot ship them anymore after recently rereading the series. The Eldest just, straight-up murdered that ship for me. I’m just glad Brisingr and Inheritance saved Eragon as a character for me, because I would have been so mad otherwise.

It’s been ages since I last read the books, but I’m with you! I’m glad the ship didn’t really take off in-canon, honestly. It just really wouldn’t have been healthy.

[emospritelet]

hanna-writes replied to your post: TLG 45: "Why does it look like it snowed in here?"

Oh my gosh, I love them so much ���� This fic really is a gift. Also, can report that the read more worked on the app for me!

Oh phew!  Maybe it’s just me :)  Thank you darling!

[emospritelet]

Kiss of Life prompt: In taking care of Gold, Belle ends up also getting the flu, which means she has to stay at Gold's for a day or so while they both recuperate. Bonus points if there's couch snuggles and napping together.

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Gold still felt terrible, but he was certainly better than he had been the past few days, and now that Belle was sick, his instincts had taken over.  Having someone to care for seemed to give him new energy.  He made sure she was tucked up with plenty of blankets, and added some wood to the fire.  The stack of split logs by the hearth was running low, and he realised with a sinking heart that he would need to go outside to get more.  It was going to be difficult to carry a load of wood from the back of the house with a bad leg and still nursing the flu, especially if the snow had drifted up to the back door, but he gritted his teeth and told himself firmly that he’d have to manage.  There was no way he could expect her to fetch the wood herself, not in her current state.

He gave her something to take down her fever, and fetched a jug of water and glass from the kitchen to set beside her.  Belle gave him a tired smile, and he laid a hand across her brow for a moment.  She moaned at his touch, a low sound that made his mind dart off gleefully towards a highly inappropriate fantasy before he could yank it back.

“That feels amazing,” she murmured throatily, not helping in the slightest.

“It’ll take some time before your fever starts to drop,” he said.  “Are you aching?”

“My joints hurt,” she admitted.  “Head’s spinning a little, too.”

“Right, well, no running around and making a nuisance of yourself,” he said severely, and she giggled.

“Yes, Dr Gold.”

She batted her eyelashes at him, her eyes sparkling despite her illness, and he wanted to sigh.  He was almost certain she wasn’t doing it on purpose.  A knock at the door was a welcome relief from the unexpectedly impure thoughts currently running around his fevered brain.  Surprised, Gold went to the door, and opened it up to find Jefferson Milliner beaming at him, a purple scarf wound around his neck like a cravat and matching gloves clutching a large cardboard box..

“Concerned colleague to the rescue,” he drawled, holding up the box.  “Figured if you were feeling bad enough to stay away from work all this time, it must be serious.  I got over here and Anton there was clearing your path and driveway.”

Gold looked over his shoulder at the huge, bearded, bushy-haired figure of Anton, the gentle vegetarian who was his nearest neighbour.  He was shovelling snow from the driveway, tossing it aside in clouds of white, and as Gold caught his eye, he stuck his snow shovel into the drift to straighten up and wave cheerfully.

“Thank you!” called Gold.  “That’s very kind!”

“Anytime, Doc!” Anton called back.  “Figured you might have some difficulty with your cane in these conditions, so I thought it was the least I could do.”

Gold smiled at him, and he nodded his shaggy head and went back to clearing the driveway.  Gold turned his attention back to Jefferson, who arched an eyebrow at him.

“So are you gonna let me in, or what?” he asked, and pushed past without waiting for an answer.

“I figured you wouldn’t have been able to get out to get anything,” he went on.  “So I brought eggs, milk, bread - yeah, I know the power’s out right now, but they’re working on it - oh, and I got you—”

He cut off as he glanced into the lounge, where Belle was lying with the blankets pulled up to her chin and her cheeks flushed with fever.

“Hello, Jefferson,” she said, and he broke into a wide smile.

“Hey, if I’d realised I was interrupting something, I’d have stayed at home,” he said, winking at Gold before turning back to give an elaborate bow, raising the box in front of him.  “Good morning, Belle!  Imagine seeing you here, tucked up on my good friend’s couch like you didn’t make it home last night.  I’m sure the story behind this is just fascinating.”

“She has the flu,” said Gold repressively.  “And no, she didn’t make it home last night.”

“I’m liking this story already,” Jefferson announced.  “Both of you sick, the power out, having to huddle together for warmth…  It’s like all of my favourite fanfictions rolled into one.”

Gold sighed, exasperated.

“You are aware there was a bloody great storm?” he said.  “She was kind enough to come over to care for me, and got trapped here with no heat and no power.  Whatever inappropriate thoughts may have wandered into your brain can stay there, thank you.  Miss French and I are colleagues, nothing more.”

Belle turned her head away, hunching her shoulders a little, as though she was embarrassed, and Gold felt like strangling Jefferson.

“Since you’re here, you can make yourself useful,” he said.  “Could you bring in some wood from the back?  We’re getting a little low.”

“Anton might have thought to clear the back for you, too,” suggested Jefferson.  “I’ll take a look.  Where do you want this stuff?”

He held up the box, and Gold sighed again, rubbing his eye.  He felt desperately tired, despite only having been walking around for a matter of minutes.

“The kitchen, if you would,” he said.  “And thank you.  It’s kind of you to think of me.”

“What are friends for?”

Jefferson carried the box into the kitchen, and Gold followed him through, peering into the box as it was pushed onto the counter.  A carton of eggs, a quart of milk, and two loaves of crusty bread poked out of the top.  There were net bags of oranges and lemons, a jar of honey, a packet of crackers and a large carton of chicken soup.  There was even a bag of Granny’s excellent chocolate-fudge cookies.  And a bottle of whisky, although not the good stuff.

“Thought you could heat some up with honey and lemon,” said Jefferson cheerfully, and Gold smiled.

“You really thought of everything, hmm?” he said.

“I try,” said Jefferson.  “I know you’d say I’m very trying, but you’re just mean.”

Gold grinned at that, and Jefferson sent him an apologetic look.

“Hey, sorry about in there,” he said, his voice lowered.  “I thought you guys were an item.”

Gold almost choked.

“What?” he whispered incredulously.  “Why would you think that?”

“Because Zelena said she practically caught you in bed together,” said Jefferson, as though it was obvious.  “You didn’t know?”

Gold let his head roll back with a growl of frustration.

“Great,” he said, almost to himself.  “Just great.”

“Hey, look on the bright side,” said Jefferson.  “You have a whole new reputation as Storybrooke General Stud to enjoy.  Whale’s fuming.”

His eyes were twinkling, and Gold sent him a very level look.

“If you could please try to quash this ridiculous rumour as much as you can,” he said.  “I’ll deal with Miss Mills when I return.  How are things at the hospital otherwise?”

“Starting to calm down, so don’t come back before you’re ready,” said Jefferson.  “We only had three new cases yesterday.  The worst of it seems to be over.”

“Any serious cases?”

Jefferson sucked his teeth.

“Mr Prentice isn’t doing so good, but at his age that’s not surprising,” he said. “He’s a little better than yesterday, though, so he should pull through.”

“Good,” said Gold.  “You want some tea?  It’s a bit of pain to make on the fire, but we’ve managed.”

“I’d be delighted to sit down with you and your unexpected house guest, most certainly.”

“Go and get the wood, then.”

Gold prepared the tea things while Jefferson carried in armfuls of logs and stacked them by the hearth.  When he was done he locked the back door again, huffing in the cold air, the powdered snow scattering from his boots as he squatted next to Gold to warm his hands by the crackling fire.  Gold set the pan of water over the burning logs to boil, and Belle watched them over the top of her blankets, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed.  He hoped she was going to be alright.

Jefferson stayed long enough to drink two cups of tea and eat some of the cookies he had brought, chatting to them about the hospital and their colleagues, and the progress of the various patients they all knew.  Belle chewed her lip worriedly when he told her about Mr Prentice, but he reassured her as best he could.  By the time he left, with a broad wink and a cheerful admonition not to do anything he wouldn’t, she was looking pale and tired. Gold took her empty cup, setting it on the little table next to his.

“You should get some sleep,” he said.  “Rest as much as you can.”

“You should rest too,” she said.  “You’re still sick, and I don’t want you relapsing because you were caring for me.”

“Who’s the doctor here?” he said sternly, and she sent him a tired, beautiful smile.

“Get back under the covers, Dr Gold,” she said sleepily.  “You’re too pretty to freeze to death.”

He blinked at her, sure he had misheard, but she had snuggled down under the blankets, her eyes closed, and he shook his head.  She’s teasing me.  At least she hasn’t lost her sense of humour, I suppose.

He cleared away the tea things, taking them through to the kitchen and washing the cups.  The house was freezing, and he shivered, thinking he should heed her advice.  By the time he got back into the warm lounge, Belle had fallen asleep, and was jerking, tiny moans coming from her.  A bad dream?

He paused, uncertain, fingers opening and closing on the cane handle as he watched her.  A whimper came from her, a single tear tracking down her cheek, and his heart clenched.  He laid the cane aside as he slipped back beneath the blankets, one hand reaching out to feel her forehead.  The temperature of her skin made him hiss, but she moaned at his touch, at the coolness of his hand, and so he kept it there, gently stroking her hair back from her forehead, her cheeks.

She whimpered again, and he shushed her gently before humming a tune he remembered from years ago, a gentle lullaby his aunts had taught him.  He began to sing in a low voice, his tongue wrapping around vowels and rolling r’s in a lilting, haunting, ageless tune.  She wouldn’t understand the words, but he supposed it didn’t matter, and sure enough her whimpering stopped, a sigh coming from her as she relaxed, and he stroked her brow and murmured the lullaby.  Belle nestled into the pillows, and he felt himself smile.  It was strange having someone to care for again, after all this time.  Strange but wonderful.

[emospritelet]

I wish you would write a fic where Belle and Ruby are college roommates, Gold is a professor and Archie is a student counsellor. Rumbelle, Red Cricket, and lots of Belle and Ruby sneaking around and trying to hide the fact that they’re seeing a member of staff from each other :D

That actually sounds like a lot of fun :)

[jetrafied]

@hanna-writes replied to your post “Me coming to Jennie’s house if she kills Xiomara”

I’m honestly not too worried about that. There’s an interview, I think with Ivonne Coll (probably the one where she spoiled Michael’s death lol). She said that when they were told a character was gonna die, she’d thought it would be Alba, but they said that they weren’t going to kill off any of the Villanueva women because they didn’t wanna sacrifice the “three generations of women” dynamic. I guess they could kill her off in the last episode or whatever, but it seems so pointless. (1/2)

I hope so. It’s just Jane writing about Xo made me nervous. And I remember when they were building up to Michael’s “death” they had a lot flashbacks and Jane and Michael were talking about their future together a lot, which was a big indicator that they were killing him that episode. And Michael was meant to die sooner than he did, because of Villadero’s surprise chemistry, so things can change.

But I really, really hope that’s not the case. Like you said, killing Xiomara would be pointless. Jane already had to go through the pain of losing her husband, her mother would be too much.

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