Once Upon a Time - in your darkest sorrow
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Title: in your darkest sorrow
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter, akaariestess
Rating: PG-13
Pairing (if there is one): Regina/Gold, mentions of Cora/Gold
Summary: "Today is not one of his better days," comes the soft reply. "In fact, this may be the worst one he's had yet. You really should consider--"
"If you cherish your life, you won't finish that sentence, dear. Now let me go see my husband."
Content Notice: dementia, use of restraints
Disclaimer: "Once Upon a Time," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Adam Horowitz, Edward Kitsis, Kitsis/Horowitz, and ABC Studios. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "Once Upon a Time," ABC, or any representatives of the actors.
Author's Note: This was legit one of the hardest fics I've ever written. Dementia runs in my family, and I thought it would be fascinating to have it happen to the Dark One, well past his third century of life. How would his wife and former prized pupil handle this brilliant strategist and sorcerer losing his memories and his ability to discern where and when he is, as well as whether he's speaking to his wife or her mother, his former lover? The title of this fic comes from the Stevie Nicks song, "Has Anyone Ever Written Anything For You", which played on repeat as I wrote this fic. I chose Alasdair as Gold's cursed given name because it means "protector/defender of men" and would be a fitting dig from the Evil Queen to her mentor. This may or may not end up as a proper series down the line.
And yes, I understand that this potentially sounds like The Notebook. That was NOT intentional.
Word Count: ~2k words
Prompt:
There'll be a time you grow
so young you won't know me,
and this is terrifying
because I still have things to ask
about the body and dying
and where memories go to live.
-- Tishani Doshi, from "Love Poem Disguised as an Elegy"
Read on AO3
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter, aka
ariestessRating: PG-13
Pairing (if there is one): Regina/Gold, mentions of Cora/Gold
Summary: "Today is not one of his better days," comes the soft reply. "In fact, this may be the worst one he's had yet. You really should consider--"
"If you cherish your life, you won't finish that sentence, dear. Now let me go see my husband."
Content Notice: dementia, use of restraints
Disclaimer: "Once Upon a Time," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Adam Horowitz, Edward Kitsis, Kitsis/Horowitz, and ABC Studios. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "Once Upon a Time," ABC, or any representatives of the actors.
Author's Note: This was legit one of the hardest fics I've ever written. Dementia runs in my family, and I thought it would be fascinating to have it happen to the Dark One, well past his third century of life. How would his wife and former prized pupil handle this brilliant strategist and sorcerer losing his memories and his ability to discern where and when he is, as well as whether he's speaking to his wife or her mother, his former lover? The title of this fic comes from the Stevie Nicks song, "Has Anyone Ever Written Anything For You", which played on repeat as I wrote this fic. I chose Alasdair as Gold's cursed given name because it means "protector/defender of men" and would be a fitting dig from the Evil Queen to her mentor. This may or may not end up as a proper series down the line.
And yes, I understand that this potentially sounds like The Notebook. That was NOT intentional.
Word Count: ~2k words
Prompt:
There'll be a time you grow
so young you won't know me,
and this is terrifying
because I still have things to ask
about the body and dying
and where memories go to live.
-- Tishani Doshi, from "Love Poem Disguised as an Elegy"
Read on AO3
