&& for @hydrcngea
his last conscious thought was STEAMING anger at his son, how could rumple BETRAY his own father like this ?? ripping a dagger through his own flesh, tearing through his chest. malcolm should be DEAD. then how was it possible, his body aggressively thudded against the soft moss of the forest floor. chest pumping up and down with staggered breaths and an almost sigh of relief.
something went wrong.
fingers trailed down his own body, touching his face. he hurriedly raced to stand up, searching for SOMETHING to reveal his reflection. a muddy pool of water wasn’t far, hovering over to see his green wardrobe and blonde hair returned to him. he should be DEAD, or at most he should be malcolm. but he was PETER, returned to his younger body.
“ RUMPLE ?? “
he called out, expecting to find his son had done this two them. returned them to the enchanted forest, but he was surprised when he found WENDY laying near some brush. he ran by her side, SHAKING her in a not so delicate fashion. “ wendy, you have to WAKE UP. “ he needed to celebrate, yet again, peter pan WON.














