Dashi had braced himself for years against losing both of them in the span of one day. One on the altar of the greater good and the other because he won't lie about what he's done. It doesn't make it any easier when that day comes.
In which Kisara is accidentally magically dragged into the future and shenanigans ensue.
Sometimes, all Evil needs is a good vacation.
Then she reached the window and it was as though the dawn had broken. Somehow, through some miracle beyond all other miracles, he was here. Standing in a patch of moonlight, tossing pebbles against her window, so wonderfully and perfectly alive.
It wasn't often that they went into cities. It was easier to stay safe if they stayed away from the crowds.
...and Silver in our Lungs. Dark fic.
After facing down homicidal maniac sorcerers, visiting family should be a walk in the park. However, years of experience with Wonderland's parks should have taught Alice that walks in the park are never that easy and come with unexpected dangers.
Temporal shenanigans lead to a small time grifter meeting, and falling in love with, a woman lost in time and space. Years later, Cyrus is a changed man, or more fittingly, a changed genie, but when Alice finds his bottle, she wants nothing to do with him or his schemes. Yet when she sends him away, she has no idea about the sorcerer who wishes to be the new master of the lamp.
The Wolf told him to bolt. Now. Don't hang around when things start to get dangerous. But the Human wanted to know what would happen. Fucking humans and their fucking compulsion to open Pandora's Take-Out Container.
Of course, he justified it as, "You're getting older and I'm not. You don't get to do things without me," because, "I want to not eat people and get old with you," sounded too much like a deranged hallmark card.
In which there are prompts received and filled out. That is, in fact, how the system works.
Dashi figured he needed a sign for his door. "I Am Retired," in nice, big letters so that the people who show up on his front step, every week, needing a hero, know to go to the temple, not to him. However, the past keeps coming back just like a yo-yo.
Will always knows exactly what to say to her to cheer her up. Whether it's at a rickety old chess table or a clearing at midnight, he has always been the one constantly good thing in Anastasia's life.
Lizard always thought she and Will would make good pirates. However, it turns out that piracy works a bit differently in Storybrooke.
When confronted with what he's done, a young Cyrus knows that the only way out is to do what he does best. Lie.
There are fundamental gaps in Will's knowledge of How to Genie. Actually, gaps implies that there is a basic knowledge of How to Genie. Suffice it to say, Will does not know How to Genie.
The past left its marks on both of them. There was no use in denying it and pretending as though they could just pick up where they left off any longer.
"I never doubted her for a minute." She'd never forgotten Raimundo saying that, even years after the fact when he, in all likelihood, had.
"If a kiss under the falling stars brings good fortune," she said, snuggling as close to him as was physically possible. "What do you suppose that brings?"
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