So, this is my first fanfic for Once Upon a Tone and my first fanfic that I've written in years so it's probably pretty crappy, but hey, why not?
The Zelena pregnancy storyline is a big shit storm, but I've seen some pretty great things written despite that so here is something I wrote that's probably a big shit storm too about Robin and Zelena's daughter, Rowan (everyone seems to be naming her Merida and I wanted to be different, plus there's a series about Robin Hood's outlaw daughter named Rowan Hood) so, here
Rowan has always known she was different. Even if no one had told her, she knew. Some people in town, they tried, tried to hide it with pleasant smiles and welcoming greetings. Others, well, they didn't care for such things. They gave her dirty looks, sneered at her when she walked past. And then some just avoided her all together.
And that was just the "adults" in town.
Children are much more brazen. They don't care about hurting ones feelings, at least when they're young. And some of the bullies, well, they never grow out of it, they're assholes their entire lives.
When she was four she didn't understand. Why some of her classmate's mommies wouldn't let them play with her, why some would look at her like she's some abomination. When she was seven, she didn't understand why Mary-Margaret would let her eat lunch in the classroom when no one else could, not even Neal (and she never let Roland do that, her brother had told her as much).
When she was eight she started noticing things about her family, their looks in particular. She knew that Henry wasn't actually mama's child (aunt Emma had carried him in her stomach, and mama raised him) but even he had mama's dark hair, like Roland. She and her papa were the only ones with different colored hair, but her papa's hair wasn't like hers. Hers was orange, like the fruit, or maybe it was more like fire, while her papas reminded her honey. She noticed things about her mama too. Or, more so, how she didn't look like her mama. Her mama had dark hair, like a raven's wings, and dark eyes, while her tendrils of hair were wild and red, her eyes were like her papas, blue, like the beach that they went to during the summer. Her skin was different too, her mama didn't burn as easily in the sun. She couldn't understand stand why she looked so different, until one day at school (the one day she decides to go outside during recess instead of staying with Mary-Margaret) some boy with a mama that looked at her with disgust told her that the Mayor wasn't her real mom, that her real mom was a monster. She didn't believe it (she did, but she didn't want to), then more kids started taunting her, teasing her, and Neal tried to help (he was always trying to help her) but more and more kids started taunting her, calling her a monster, a freak, and she just wanted them to stop, she kept telling them to stop, to leave her alone, and she heard Neal saying the same and then the same boy who started it pushed Neal, and he fell, and Neal's her friend and he was just trying to help, and she's mad, she's angry, she's scared, she just wants them to stop-
She doesn't know how it happened. One seconds she's telling them to stop, and the next the boy who was bothering her, bothering Neal, is flying backwards, by some...something from her hands. She's shaking, she's scared, they were right, she's a freak, she's a monster, just like her mom, and she must look like her too, and she hears teacher coming, and she knows she going to get in trouble, she doesn't want to get in trouble, her parents are always telling her to be good, and she's not, not anymore, and the teachers are getting closer, so she does the first thing that comes to mind,
she runs.