Snowflake (Peter Pan OUAT x Reader)

When you had calmed down enough and the sky started getting lighter, Peter entwined his fingers in yours and the two of you teleported back to Skull Rock. The tears were drying on Snow's face. Evidently she had cried all the tears she possessed. Peter waved his hand and a glass coffin appeared. Another wave of his hand and Henry was no longer in Snow's arms but was resting peacefully in the tightly sealed coffin. You couldn't help but think that he didn't let you touch Henry one last time to say goodbye to him.

Peter waved his arm again and the coffin was transported so it was next to the frozen hourglass. "This is where our Savior Henry will remain. He will stay here, his body preserved by this magical coffin so that we can continue to honor him the way he deserves. Henry!" He started a cheer and everyone joined in, the lost boys summoning the energy they always had close by and even Snow cheering for the boy she had come to cherish. She thought of him as her little brother, which is why this was so hard for her. You put an arm around her shoulders as you continued cheering.

You cheered until your voice grew hoarse and then everyone turned around and left the cave, heading for the boats. You got into the one you shared with Snow and started rowing. You rowed hard, the burn in your muscles a welcome relief from the thoughts in your head and the words you should probably say to comfort Snow. But you knew you couldn't leave it be without saying anything. "I'm so sorry, Snow."

"It's not your fault," she sniffed. "He died just as he would have wanted to, a hero."

"He definitely was a hero," you said, and then rowed in silence the rest of the way to shore, the two of you left in your thoughts. You pulled your canoe up the shore to where its hiding place in the woods was. You quickly covered it with branches and leaves, Snow and Peter helping you. Then Peter took your hand as everyone raced through the trees back to the camp and breakfast.

The boys who hadn't stayed at Skull Rock (so most of them, because a lot more had left while you were with Peter) had warmed up the leftovers from last night and everyone dug in. As you ate, you realized how starving you actually were. The feast had not lasted long with all the stress and worry that you had and were having to deal with.

Once your stomach was warm and comfortable, you yawned. You were also very tired. And your treehouse was so far away...

"Hey, Stella," Peter said, "Why don't you sleep in my tent? It's far too late, or early, to go to your treehouse and I don't think you could even make it there without falling asleep on your feet."

"Okay," you agreed sleepily. It seemed like a big step happening far too fast at first, but it was only for one night and you were too tired to care.

You followed Peter to his tent. It was the largest tent, and he had many large wooden chests around the outside of it, with his bed in the center. He pulled back the covers for you and you crawled in, snuggling on his pillow as he pulled the covers up to your chin. "Good night, Stella," he said before kissing you softly on your forehead.

"Night, Peter," you said before drifting off.

As soon as you awoke, Peter started opening the tent flap. Was it just a coincidence, or was something more going on? "Good morning, or should I say afternoon, Snowflake."

"Is it already that late? Wow, I slept for longer than I meant to. Back to calling me Snowflake, huh?" You sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, stretching.

"Well, remember what I told you about when I call you Snowflake?" Peter moved closer until he was standing right in front of you, a smirk on his face, although you didn't even need to look to know it would be there. You wanted to, though.

"Hmmm..." you furrowed your brow and rested your chin on your hands. "That's strange. I can't seem to remember what you told me. Care to remind me." That was when your smirk spread across your face.

He sat down beside you and said, "Did you?" His hand rested on your cheek and he leaned in, his warm breath fanning your face. You leaned in as well, eager for his touch, eager for the light and joyful emotions he unleashed in you instead of the darkness which started trying to take over as soon as you awoke, and probably even while you were sleeping. It was a tangible presence, almost suffocating you and you knew you needed to find some wholesome way to dispel it.

His touch helped dispel the darkness and you relished it even more than you had before. The feelings he evoked in you were even stronger than you remembered them being. As you kissed, you tangled you hands in his hair while his steady hands found their place on your hips. When you parted for air you smiled at each other. You took his hand. "Come on, we should have a knife-throwing contest before it gets too dark."

He smirked, but then looked worried. "Are you sure this isn't the darkness trying to take you over by making you want to do dangerous things. What if it compels you to hurt one of the lost boys?"

"Don't worry about me. You know I've always loved having weapons competitions and I'm the best at knife throwing. Throwing knives will help me concentrate on that and I can let some of the anger and darkness out as I throw. Nothing would ever make me want to hurt the lost boys, well, except for the lost boys, but I'm not going to hurt any of them. I pinkie promise," you said, holding out your pinkie. Was it just a desperate childish act to help him believe the darkness wasn't raging within you? Probably, but it also meant you got to touch him, so that was a plus.

"Pinkie promise," Peter said, and your pinkies shook on it. You were surprised he even knew what a pinkie promise was, but you guessed a lost boy must have taught it to him before. He held the tent flap open, letting you exit first before following. "Lost boys! We're having a knife throwing contest! Winner gets no chores for a week."

The lost boys gathered around Peter and you. Some were already in the camp, some had come from the jungle, but most emerged from their tents, blinking sleep from their eyes.

"Let's go!" Peter led the way to a large clearing that wasn't that far from the camp. It was where most of the target practice and fighting took place. "The rules are extremely simple. The first throw, half of you will be eliminated. After that, two throwers will be eliminated each throw until only five are left. After each throw, one of them will subsequently be removed until we are left with the winner. I will be refereeing this time. Understand?" Everyone nodded. "Let's play!"

You all lined up in front of a target. You pulled out your favorite throwing knife and got into position. Staring down the target, you did a few practice throws, without letting go of your blade, making sure you were still used to the familiar position of your wrist when you threw.

"Ready! Aim! Fire!" Peter yelled.

You were releasing the knife when Rumplestiltskin appeared right in front of your target. "Hello, dearie." Of course, you weren't going to hit him, so you changed the direction you were throwing at the last second and your blade hit the ground behind the target.

"Bloody hell!" you yelled. "Did you want me to kill you again? What were you fricking thinking?" He just gave his creepy laugh and disappeared.

That was when you realized that all the lost boys were looking at you like you were crazy. Peter Pan was looking at you with a very worried expression on his face. "That...I...it..." you couldn't finish your sentence, didn't know how to explain. The lost boys weren't supposed to know and telling them the truth would probably just make them think you were even crazier than they thought you were now. So instead you turned and ran into the jungle to find the calming effect of the trees.