Daddy's tomboy princess

Sycamore asked for a oneshot of someone saying "woah, I think you've crossed the line."

"Come on, you can't deny it Em…"

"Don't." Emma warned her dad. Henry sat stifling his giggles. Snow rolled her eyes as she tried to feed Neal his dinner. Ever since Charming had caught Emma humming to herself earlier that morning whilst she tidied up around the house, he was refusing to let it go. Emma was a complete and utter tomboy though. Having the thought in her head without someone pointing out the reality.

"Oh don't be silly. We all know it's true. Your little performance this morning was the final nail in the coffin of your defence. I'm surprised little squirrels and bunnies didn't come scurrying from the forest to assist you with your chores…"

"That's a load of hooey! No creature of any kind has ever helped me with housework." Snow called from the living room. Charming just continued grinning at his daughter.

"Go on, say it Em." He urged her. Emma ignored him, glaring at him in warning. "Say it. Admit that you're a proper little Disney princess." He said. Emma's eyes narrowed beyond dangerously. Henry winced at the sight.

"Woah, I think you've crossed the line." He warned his grandfather. Charming turned to respond to Henry that he wasn't worried, apparently the animals didn't come to Emma's aid so he wasn't going to get bitten to death. But before he could speak, a pillow was launched right at his head. It caught him off guard and with a small "oomph" he plopped to the couch to his side.

"Could a Disney princess make that shot?" Emma asked sassily. Charming smiled, getting up.

"Only if she had inherited superb genes from her charming father." He quipped back. Snow laughed.

"Looks like you've got another woman on your hands, Charming." She teased him, reminding him of their first encounter. Charming laughed.

"I guess I have." He agreed. Not that he minded, he wouldn't have his Disney princess any less tough than she was.