Hard times
A guest asked for a oneshot of (I'm going to write half your request, but I'm afraid the other half has already been covered) Emma being raised in our world by Snowing, and going through a rough patch in her teen years with her dad because of hormones.
"I hate you!" Charming winced as the door slammed upstairs. He sighed, rubbing his temple. He knew Emma would be back downstairs within an hour or two in floods of tears, and would apologise profusely for being so horrid and tell her dad that she didn't know what had come over her. That she just seemed to be so angry sometimes right now. Charming, of course, knew what was the cause of Emma's erratic behaviour. He just didn't want to admit it to himself. It meant accepting that his baby girl was growing up, and Charming wasn't sure he'd ever really be ready to accept that about Emma. No, she'd always be his smiley little girl. Snow wanted to talk to Emma about the cause of her current behaviour, to help her understand what was going on. Charming was trying to put her off. Again, having Snow talk to Emma about it made it final. Even hearing Snow say the word made Charming want to jump out his skin. Hormones. He didn't want to think about Emma having hormones! Charming knew mood swings were just the start. Then Emma would start getting properly into makeup (she was still just experimenting at home just now). Then the dreaded end for Charming. Boys. Charming just about felt like he was going to vomit. He didn't even want to think about that happening. But right now, right now didn't feel so great either. He and Emma used to be so close when she was a little girl. They used to do everything together. Emma used to tell him all her secrets that she never told anyone else. Now Charming was so sure she was hiding things from him and it was killing him inside. It seemed they spent most of the days right now in an argument over something trivial. Charming hated this. Why couldn't she be his little girl forever?
