Wait...we’re getting more Charming family and baby Emma in the next ep???
Is this a trick? It feels like a trick...

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Wait...we’re getting more Charming family and baby Emma in the next ep???
Is this a trick? It feels like a trick...
“ -- I don’t understand... What are you talking about?”
For @ofmelandtippi and based off this post
I picture this being where their rivalry begins.
I really need a young!Emma Swan. Like a spell gone wrong and she remembers nothing but what that age remembers and she thinks her foster parents dropped her off in a random town far away because they hated her, so she tries to survive on the streets (stealing from the connivence store and living in an abandoned house that’s always too cold and makes young!Emma slightly sick), but Henry finds her and gets Mary Margret and David to help him get Emma to the loft. But Emma really doesn’t like Mary or David because they’re too nice and “the nice foster parents are always the worst foster parents because they actually try to be your parents until someone new comes along.” And Mary and David are forced to realize how awful Emma’s childhood is/was, especially when the eight year old Emma admits that living on the streets is better than some of the homes she’s been in.
The party had been incredible. She knew she shouldn’t enjoy it so much, but that’s what she was trained to do, to be, wasn’t it? Submissive, craving, aching, needing all the time, always wanting it. James had enjoyed every minute of watching her with his friends. He’d already had her earlier. Though she didn’t see it, he was a little like her step-father in that James, too, wanted to assert his control, to show her she was merely his little toy. He’d even refused to let her cum until he was ready, until her eyes watered with that pleading look, soft whimpers.
She got home late, still tipsy, her dress snug to her frame, almost too short. Her panties and bra were both long gone, though she was sure James had them. He’d let her wash up a little, but she still smelled of sex, alcohol, and cigarettes when she walked into the house. Her gaze lifted, landing on her step-father, on the men. Her heart hammered in her chest, thinking she should leave, she should back away. She tried to step back, reach behind her to find the door.
ALL THE PARALLELS. I CAN'T.
I would like to take a moment to cry because the longest Emma ever stayed in one place as a child was only six months.
"Once you screw someone over, there's no getting them back."