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2026-02-10
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Wickedly Clever

Summary:

Emma was slowly becoming an obsession. His obsession. Well, damn. Peter Pan/Emma Swan Drabble Challenge. 100 words in each drabble.

Notes:

Flames will be laughed at. Constructive criticism will be much appreciated.

1. Episodes after S03xE08 Think Lovely Thoughts are totally AU. OZ, Zelena/Wicked Witch of the West, and other OZ characters won't be included. I have completely disregarded the "Peter is Rumple's father" and "Zelena is Regina's sister" messed up plot twists. *rolls eyes* Also, I won't include the scene where Rumple stabs himself and Peter.

3. I don't ship Swanfire. I don't ship Swan Queen. I don't ship Rumbelle. I do ship Captain Swan. I also ship Peter/Emma. In this fic, Peter/Emma (Lost Swan a.k.a. Piper Swan a.k.a. Pemma) will be endgame. Neal lives. Emma and Neal, Captain Swan, and Swan Queen become friends.

4. To be clear: Peter technically and physically looks and is eighteen years old. Though, Peter has lived in Neverland for five hundred years. Therefore, he technically is five hundred years older than Emma. He is NOT a minor. Also, Emma herself is (still) twenty-eight years old. Age difference will be addressed between Emma and Peter in future drabbles.

5. This will not be M rated and will not include smut. I don't write lemons nor smut.

First posted at FF.net on 12/20/2013. First posted at my personal LJ on 2/15/2014.

Chapter 1: You've Got Fire

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Part One - "You've got fire."

 

Emma had to give the kid some credit.

He was a sneaky little bastard, and a clever one at that.

The way he appeared out of nowhere, startling her (almost) half to death.

The snarky words and comments he shot at her.

The dominating, commanding presence he exuded quite flawlessly.

She never gave much thought to first impressions.

Until now.

And when he said, "You've got fire. I like fire," something else occurred and snapped deep within her.

The tone of his voice sent delicious shivers up and down her spine.

She shook her head.

Henry was all that mattered.