A/N Hey My Lovelies!!!! I thought of this the other day and couldn't get past it until I wrote it out. It is set to 'Enchanted' by Taylor Swift (Of course) and is written in a Fairy Tale AU Enjoy<3

***Totally just realized that the link to the song didn't work...Here it is***

The ball was dreadfully boring, as always. Sherlock was never sure why his brother always insisted that he attend, he just got bored and wound up pissing off some foreign diplomat. He stepped out of the crowded ballroom, breathing in the fresh air he found on the balcony. He leaned against the railing, trying to block out the sounds of the party behind him. He fiddled with the mask he had been forced to wear.

He hated Masquerade Balls

"I see I'm not the only one that hates parties." A voice came from behind Sherlock. He turned to see a new man, also wearing a mask, standing in the doorway. Sherlock shrugged and returned to his original position, suddenly very glad for the itchy mask he was wearing. People never treated him the same once they knew who he was. "Though, I guess it must be worse for someone in your position."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're the Prince. You can't just leave when you get bored."

"How did you know I am the Prince?" The mask covered most his face, there was no way anyone should have been able to guess who he was.

"I was talking to your brother just a few minutes before the ball started. You were standing right there."

"Oh. I must have deleted that." The new man chuckled, leaning against the railing beside Sherlock. "I'm Sherlock by the way."

"John." The man had a nice smile, and Sherlock could see through the eyes of his mask that the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled. They stood together for a long while, listening to the sounds of the party.

"I'm leaving." Sherlock decided, pushing off the railing and turning to face John.

"Leaving?"

"Yes. Will you join me John?"

"You want me to run away with you?" Sherlock stepped closer to John, forcing the shorter man's eyes to have to lift to meet his.

"In a way, yes. Let me walk you home."

"I won't get accused of kidnapping the Prince?"

"I can't promise that." John thought for a moment before grinning and grabbing Sherlock's hand. He glanced back at the door before leaping over the balcony railing, Sherlock following close behind.

They ran through the gardens, hand in hand, giggling as they went. They made it to the gates and hesitated when the guards caught sight of them.

"Keep your mask on and follow my lead." John whispered, stepping forward to meet the guard.

"What business have you here?"

"I am a doctor at the Hospital. I was just called in for an emergency, let me pass."

"What about your friend?"

"This is my date. He doesn't do well with crowds and I don't wish to leave him here alone." Sherlock flushed beneath his mask. John had called him his date. The guard studied them for a moment before stepping aside, letting them pass. John grabbed Sherlock's wrist and dragged him through, hurrying down the street.

"That was brilliant! You are a fantastic liar John."

"Well, it wasn't entirely a lie."

"So, you are a doctor?"

"Technically no. I was called away by an emergency though."

"What emergency."

"The Prince was dying of boredom." They laughed at that, making their way down the dark street. John never once let go of Sherlock's hand.

Far too soon, they reached the street where John lived, stopping at the end of the way. John looked regretfully down the street before looking back at Sherlock.

"This is where I get off." He whispered, squeezing Sherlock's hand before stepping away.

"John-"

"It was enchanting to meet you, Sherlock Holmes." The shorter man winked and turned away, soon disappearing into the darkness.

"I am telling you Brother Mine, I have no memory of talking with anyone by the name of John!" Sherlock growled, tugging at his hair in frustration as his brother watched in disapproval. It had been three weeks since his night with John, and no one around the castle seemed to remember the man.

"How is it that everyone has forgotten him except for me?" Sherlock whined, falling heavily against the ornate door that separated the brothers from the rest of the party.

Mycroft was hosting another ball, forcing Sherlock to attend. At least this one wasn't a Masquerade.

"Please stop your whining and fix your coat, we are about to be presented." Sherlock glared at his brother and straightened his coat, preparing for another long, boring ball.

Halfway through the night, Sherlock was approached by the Prince of the neighboring kingdom. Prince Moriarty was a creepy man, that had always had his sights on Sherlock.

Sherlock hated him.

He was struggling to find an excuse to get away from the man when the band arrived. Mycroft had hired a special band to entertain his guests. The music started and Sherlock felt a hand on his back, sending a spark of panic throughout his body.

"Want to dance, your highness?" Moriarty's lilting voice filled Sherlock's mind with a sense of discomfort and the need to run.

"Actually, I believe this dance was promised to me." An oddly familiar voice came from behind the Princes', causing Sherlock's chest to tighten. He turned to see the man he had been looking for, John, holding out his hand for him to take. He nodded, taking the offered hand and allowing himself to be led onto the dance floor. John pulled him close and started moving to the music.

"You returned."

"Of course, I couldn't let the Prince die of boredom, could I? What kind of doctor would I be if I allowed that?"

"I thought you weren't a doctor?"

"I'm not anymore, but I used to be." They danced until the song ended, Sherlock stepping away regretfully. "One second." John said, making his way to the band and chatting with the singer for a moment, before returning to Sherlock and taking the Prince in his arms.

A new song started, a soft, slow melody that the men swayed easily along with. John leaned close to Sherlock and started singing softly in his ear.

There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired lonely place

He had a pleasant voice, sending chills along Sherlock's spine.

Walls of insincerity,

Shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

The shorter man leaned back and smiled softly up at Sherlock, his deep blue eyes glinting under the lights of the ballroom.

All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you

Sherlock smiled fondly at his new friend, wanting more than anything to kiss him.

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"

Across the room your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

John continued to sing to Sherlock, his lips brushing softly against the Prince's ear.

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

John stepped back and led Sherlock out onto the balcony, taking him in his arms again and singing louder than before.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

Out of the corner of his eye, Sherlock caught sight of his brother and his husband, watching the pair dance. Mycroft smiled and winked at the Prince before leading his husband back into the party. Mycroft's husband, Sherlock was certain his name was Gavin, winked at him and closed the balcony doors, leaving the pair alone.

The lingering question kept me up

2 AM, who do you love?

I wonder 'til I'm wide awake

John's voice had lowered, coming out as a soft, deep purr as he sang.

And now I'm pacing back and forth

Wishing you were at my door

I'd open up and you would say, "Hey,

It was enchanting to meet you,

All I know is I was enchanted to meet you."

"I was you know." Sherlock finally spoke, his voice was soft and rough from disuse.

"You were what?"

"Enchanted to meet you." John blushed and grinned, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to the cheekbone of the Prince.

"Would I get in trouble if I kissed you?"

"I can't promise that."

"Good." John leaned up and kissed Sherlock's lips, a soft, tender kiss that left the Prince a little breathless.

"You have a thing for danger, don't you?"

"Maybe a little."

"I often assist my brother-in-law with cases. He is a Detective Inspector at New Scotland Yard. I could use some help, would you be interested in joining me?" He leaned down to whisper in the shorter man's ear. "It could be dangerous."

"Is that a promise?"

"It is."

"Then count me in."

The music continued to play, serenading the pair as they continued to dance under the stars. 

The Prince and his Doctor.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you