AN: The season finale redo! Cover made by the GLORIOUS Midstorm!!! Thank you so much, Mid!
Emma Swan snapped out of her reverie. Neal was looking at her cautiously, his eyes flicking between her and her new baby brother. She cleared her throat.
“Yup,” She said firmly, pushing aside the painful memories of her foster home.
“You sure?” Neal repeated, crossing his arms. “Because…you know.” He nodded towards the baby. Emma sighed. There had been so much guilt from her parents—guilt that they were having a new baby, guilt for feeling joy and excitement, so much guilt they treated Emma delicately, as if afraid she would explode. And honestly, the whole experience made Emma the slightest bit grateful that she had missed the majority of the pregnancy. Seeing David and Mary Margaret holding their tiny little newborn brought up painful memories, memories of her finally finding an adoptive family—until her adopted parents got pregnant and sent her back to foster care again.
Once upon a time there was a princess who wore leather jackets and stole to survive. She was the savior yet she didn’t know because the Evil Queen casted a spell on her family. The princess fell in love with the Dark One’s son and the two of them ran away together with dreams of Tallahassee in the horizon. They stole to get by and slept in a yellow bug huddled together to keep warm yet they couldn’t be more happy than with each other.
“Whoa,” Emma breathed, taking her in. She’d heard stories for ages about the Evil Queen, but somehow seeing her in full royal regalia—it was unnerving, to say the least.
“Listen to me very carefully,” Regina announced. “Whatever squalor and despair your pathetic little lives have been able to tolerate until this point is nothing compared to the pain and misery I can inflict if I leave here unhappy.”
“Regina,” Neal murmured. “Or I guess we should say—the Evil Queen.”
People are going to tell you who you are your whole life. You just got to punch back and say, “No, this is who I am.” You want people to look at you differently? Make them. You want to change things? You’re going to have to go out there and change them yourself, because there are no fairy godmothers in this world.