#that name is a mouthfull to spell though .

[loveisinthebat]

Deployable

[peter-pan-hoe]

Another World Entirely Epilogue pt 1/?

So yeah I’m thinkin either a short epilogue of like 2-3 parts or maybe even a mini series that will continue after all the stuff.

Warning: idk probably swearing i don’t remember, kinda stress, yeah...

Word Count: 1.597

MASTERLIST

ANOTHER WORLD ENTIRELY SERIES

GIFs not mine. 

Enjoy

           13 Months after The Heroes came to -and left- Neverland.

   “What’s wrong?” I heard Peter ask from the doorway.

I didn’t answer I just threw the object of my frustrations against the wall.

My shoe.

He chuckled and picked it up, coming to crouch beside where I sat on the floor.

   “Now what did the shoe ever do to you?” he cocked his eyebrow and examined my shoe in his hands.

   “It’s just shitty because I can’t think up decent shoes!” I tossed the other shoe out the window with a huff.

He dropped the first shoe and took hold of my hands, pulling my up to my feet as he stood.

   “Considering your magical abilities saved the island - and me - I think you can figure out how to conjure up decent shoes,” he laughed.

   “It’s not just the shoes,” I confessed.

   “What do you mean?” he guided me to the porch outside the tree house.

   “I don’t know,” I wasn’t sure if I should tell him my worries.

It wasn’t anything bad really. 

I was just panicking about what consequences I'd brought about since saving Peter.

   "love, you've been distant for a while," he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and rested his chin on the top of my head.

   "I'm sorry," I mumbled into hsi chest. "I've just had a lot on my mind,"

I sighed and pulled back so i could look up at him.

   "I've been worried that I messed up the timeline too badly," I explained. "I've learned from seeing others fuck it up that fate has a way of turning things badly,"

   "You've seen others fuck up timelines?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise and confusion. "How?"

   "Not personally," I chuckled halfheartedly. "Remember what I told you when we first met, about Tv and the Internet?"

   "Yeah," he looked down as he recalled the conversation from my first night here. "That's how you knew everything about me,"

   "Well there are stories of a guy that can run faster than anything, so fast he can run back in time and mess things up. And his issues are what have tought me these things," I said seriously.

I couldn't believe I was giving Peter Pan lessons on time travel do's and don't's based on what I'd seen in the Flash.

My life has certainly changed since coming here.

   "Okay so what do you want to do?" his question surprised me.

I hadn't thoguht about how I could remedy my stress.

   "I don't know," I said, thinking hard. "Maybe we could go to Storybrooke?"

   "Where's that?" he asked.

   "It's where the Heroes live," I told him, stepping away and picking up my stupid fucking shoe.

   "You know where they live?" he leaned back against the wall.

I gave him a knowing look.

   "Right," he laughed. "Tv and the Internet. You know everything,"

I was sitting with felix by the fire that evening when he'd clearly noticed I wasn't paying attention to whatever he was saying to me.

   "Hey," he nudged me with his elbow. "Where's your head at?"

   "Just thinking fo stuff," I mumbled through a mouthfull of bread and meat.

   "Yeah no shit," he chuckled. "What's the stuff you're thinkin' about?"

   "Just all the stuff I messed up to save the island," I sighed.

   "What's got you so worried?" he asked.

   "There are just some key events that started a chain of other key events and I'm worried I stopped some or all of those key events from happening," I finished my sentence and took a deep breath.

   "You just said 'key events' like 40 times," he laughed softly. "Why don't you go see if you messed up the timeline? Go to wherever the kid is and see if everything's okay?"

   "I suggested that to Peter," I smiled at how in sync I was with my best friend.

   "Then I guess that's the plan you should go with," he turned to me with a smirk.

But I still had an obstical to move past before I could do that.

I'd said goodnight to the boys and headed up to the tree house where Peter was in his usual spot on the windowsill looking out over the forest.

   "I think we should go to Storybrooke," he said to me as I walked in.

   "But I can't," I said firmly. "I've had the island's healing water. I can't leave,"

   "You can if you leave a piece of yourself behind and vow to return," he smiled truimphantly.

   "A piece of myself?" I said thoughtfully. "You mean like a finger or toe? Because Ineed all of those,"

   "No stupid," he laughed and jumped down from the window to face me properly. "Leave behind your shadow,"

Having mentally prepared for a trip out of Neverland, and physically prepared by having Peter instruct his shadow gently rip off my shadow without killing me like Greg, (it still really fucking hurt though,) we set out to travel to Storybrooke via a magic bean.

One of many beans Peter had been saving for a rainy day.

We each had one spare for a way home.

   "Alright boys," I shouted to the lost boys who had gathered around us to see us off. "Felix is in charge and he has been instructed to lock any badly behaved boys in the echo caves,"

There was bunch of groans and whispers from the boys and a chuckle from Peter by my side.

   "Okay bye everyone!" he yelled, not really being one for 'farewells,' and tossed one of his magic beans to the ground.

The boys stepped back as the portal appeared and Peter reached for my hand.

With a quick goodbye wave to the boys I jumped, Peter in tow, with a clear image of the road leading in and out of Storybrooke in my mind.

I wanted to scream but instead focused on getting us to the right place.

We landed with a thud in the tall grass that grows on the side of the road.

   "Are we in the right place?" Peter said nervously.

I looked up and down the empty road.

There, just on the far side of a spray painted red line, a sign that read:

“Leaving Storybrooke”

My hands flew to my mouth and I laughed.

   "We're here," I practically squeaked as I spun around taking in my surroundings. "Oh my gods I can'tbelive I'm actually here,"

   "You're so cute when you're excited," Peter laughing at me caused me to stop and run to him.

   "I'm so happy I woke up on Neverland that day," I grinned as I jumped into his waiting arms. "I'm so glad I met you,"

   "Okay okay," he chuckled and put me down. "We're here for a reason remember?"

   "Oh shit!" I suddenly panicked. "You're Peter Pan!"

   "Yes I know," he looked at me confused.

   "The heroes knwo who you are," I ran my hands through my hair as I thought of what to do. "You can't just go walking around the streets of Storybrooke looking like Mr Gold's teenage father who kidnapped Henry!"

   "'Mr Gold'?" Peter raised his eyebrow at the unfamiliar name.

   "That's Rumple's name here," I explained. "Cuz in the enchanted forest he was know for his ability to spin straw into gold,"

   "Weird," he mumbled. "Do you reckon we'll run into him?"

   "I don't know," I said thoughtfully. "But if we do we can't let him recognise you. We need to put a glamour spell over you so no one know's you're you,"

   "Okay but what about you?" he asked as he waved his hand with green shimmering mist following as he practiced his glamour spell.

   "No one knows me," I chuckled at him.

   "Hook does," he reminded me of the day Hook and his men came to Neverland and I was the one who greeted them.

   "He stank of liquor that day I doubt he remembers," I laughed at the memory of the day I met Captain Hook.

   "True enough," Peter shrugged then waved his hand gently in front of his face.

There was a soft shimmering around him but I didn't see any difference.

   "Nup, didn't work," I said bluntly.

   "Yes it did," he laughed gently before summoning up a mirror and looking at himself.

I moved behind him and looked over his shoulder at the strange face in the mirror.

He had the same coloured hair and eyes but his facial structure was different. His cheeks werent as angular and his lips not as plump. His ears also didn't stick out as much.

   "Ew," I grumbled at the new look.

   "What?" he looked at me over his shoulder before dissolving the mirror and turning to me fully. "I made it so you can see through it,"

   "I figured but you still look funny in the mirror," I shrugged.  "You also need differnt clothes,"

Using my own magic to summon up a pair of black skinny jeans, a white t shirt and a dark green flannel. "Put these on," 

He started taking off his clothes to change but I stopped him.

   "Alright kiddo," I shoved the clothes I'd summoned into his arms. "As much as I would love to see you take off your clothes right now, it's actually against the law to do that. It's called streaking to most but the autorities call it indecent exposure. Just do a quick change with magic,"

he shook his head with a confused laugh but did as I asked.

He stood before me and nervously tugged at the flannel.

   "You look fine sweetie," I took his hand and started walking. "Now let's get going,"

Tag List:

@dina3s @just-meh-and-me-dogs @xcastawayherosx @lexymeg

If you wanna be added to the tag list comment on this, or send me a message or ask!