Snowflake (Peter Pan OUAT x Reader)

Chapter Four

       "Yes, I'm Princess Stella White, Queen Snow's cousin. She was unable to attend and she sent me in her stead. Here is a note she gave me."

      He took the note and inspected it. He led you over to a grand staircase that led down into a massive ballroom filled with sparkling masks, silk dresses, and impressive suits. He announced loudly "Princess Stella White," as you descended the staircase. Turning around he headed back to his post.

      You reached the bottom of the staircase and looked around. You employed your sixth sense and decided that he must not be here yet. You headed over to the food table, figuring you'd try some of the fancy desserts. They always had delicious desserts you'd never heard of at the balls, and this one turned out to be no different.

      While you were eating a cookie that melted in your mouth, a masked man in a suit dragged you into the dancing. From that time on, the night was a blur of one dance after another, with one masked figure after another, but none of them was him.

      Then a figure in a black suit bowed to you. His green mask matched his striking green eyes. "May I have this dance?"

       Your heart leaped into your throat. You checked your sixth sense and it seemed to be confirming what your heart was telling you. You managed to give a small nod. He held out his hand and you took it with your gloved one as he pulled you into the middle of the dance floor.

      His eyes held yours fast as the rest of the room faded away. All that remained was the music and the two of you. "Am I allowed to know your name?" he asked as he spun you around. "I don't quite understand how these masks are supposed to work."

      "Of course you can know my name. I'm Stella, Stella White, or, I guess Princess Stella White if you want my proper title. I hate my proper title. What's your name?"

      "I never said you were getting my name."

      "Well, you asked me my name, so I assumed you were enough of a gentleman to return the favor."

      "I'm no gentleman," he scoffed, a smirk forming on his face.

      "Well, you certainly are dressed like one."

      "Of course I am. How else would they let me in here? It's simply a disguise."

      "As your dancing with me is," you looked away as you spoke, chastising yourself for being so foolish.

      One of his hands left yours and reached up to turn your face back towards his. His touch burned your chin and you let out a soft gasp. "No! My task is done; the rest of the time I am here is purely recreational. You are no disguise. If anyone ever treated you otherwise, they are obviously no gentleman, no matter their fancy dress or their impressive titles."

      His eyes captured yours as the two of you stood there, no longer dancing. "Th-thank you," you breathed, blinking several times.

      "Now come on, I know what you need. We are going to go taste some of those fancy sweets and you are going to show me that gorgeous smile again." You blushed as he led you off to the dessert tables. Together you sampled all of the desserts.

       "This one is definitely the best," you said, holding up a piece of (f/dessert).

       "No," he disagreed. "This one is," he held up a piece of chocolate cake, which you had to admit was the best chocolate cake you ever had.

      The two of you got a drink to wash down all the sweets you just ate. "Let's go outside," he suggested, and you gladly agreed. The ballroom was getting way too hot and a fresh breeze would feel amazing.

      He took you by the hand and let you out onto a balcony. The two of you headed to the railing and looked out at the stars. "They're so beautiful," you said.

      "Did you make a wish?" he asked.

      "I haven't wished on a star in years," you replied. "And none of my wishes ever came true."

      "Well, if you're ever in trouble, just wish out loud on the second star to the right."

      You turned your head to look at him, confused. He shook his head slightly. "What am I doing?" he said softly. You guessed you weren't supposed to hear that.

      "Okay," he said turning towards you. "I think that you're my true love, so let's get rid of these masks, okay?"

      Your answer was to reach up and undo the strings that held yours in place. He did the same and you were staring into the handsomest face you'd ever seen. His green eyes blazed into yours. His face was round, his eyebrows defined, and his brown hair styled perfectly.

      He brushed his hand gently against your face and you leaned into his touch. He leaned in slowly and you did the same, you breath caught in your throat. His lips met yours gently, an explosion of fireworks against soft skin. His lips were soft yet needy, and you responded eagerly, your arms reaching around his neck.

      But he pulled back abruptly, breathing hard. "I can't do this," he said softly.

      "What's wrong?" you asked, afraid of knowing yet unable to be kept in the dark. Now you knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was your true love, the one you were meant to spend the rest of your life with. You weren't about to just let him go.

      "I'm sorry, Stella," he said gently, and his sad voice broke your heart. "You have to understand. I just came here to get information from Rumplestiltskin, to find out how much longer it will take him to get something done. This was never supposed to happen. This can't happen!" His voice strengthened with resolve and darkness and you took a step back, unsure, afraid.

      He reached out to you and you shook your head slightly, blinking rapidly. His hand touched the side of your head and you collapsed, his arms lowering you gently to the ground. The last thing you remembered was your mask being fastened back on, before the last hour was wiped from your mind.

A/N: I was hoping to get this out a day or two earlier, but life happened. I honestly considered having you sing a song together, because it would be the cutest, but I figured it would be way too cheesy and unrealistic.