#Freenoodles but fluffy basically

[zaacoy]

"bunny tang" this and "fluffy pigsy" that, listen.

What if,,, if they were both fluffy, at the same time? Do you see my vision

[violetjedisylveon]

I had a spicynoodles idea last night

It's basically just them in Tangled

LBD is Mother Gothal obvi, MK is Rapunzal and Red Son is Flynn.

Maybe Mei can be Pascal but a tiny dragon instead? Or she's Maximas but badass horse dragon.

King and Queen(I don't think they have names) can is Shadowpeach.

Suggestion from @frikijedai, Freenoodles run the ugly duckling bar place, and I really like that.

I think it also works with Red Son as Rapunzal and MK as Flynn but Red Son doesn't seem like the type to take LBD's bs as much. He does have the hair for it tho

Important Update!

I'm going with the Red Son as Rapunzal version, @py-dreamer had some really good ideas + I get to draw Red Son with really long, fluffy hair.

MK works good as Flynn because he can fit Flynn's story pretty well, an orphan inspired by a popular character in a story he told all the other kids and makes a new image for himself based on that hero.

Mei is a smol dragon that is constantly teasing the boys, she's kinda like the dragon from the Barbie Rapunzal movie, maybe she can turn into a humanoid form but prefers or is stuck in ity bity dragon form.

LBD definitely knows about Mei here but since she's very smol and seemingly insignificant, LBD doesn't give a shit about her, + she keeps Red Son from bugging her too much.

Freenoodles still run the ugly duckling tavern/restaurant thing like in the suggestion from @frikijedai.

The Mayor is still LBD's assistant, I thought about him being the small old man from the tavern but nah.

This isn't strictly sticking to the Tangled story, it's more Tangled + fairytale inspired AU, it has the same major plot points but the details are a bit different.

Red Son's power does not come from his hair, he has the power in him. His hair will glow and hest up when he says the incantation, and he can send the fire through it + it catches fire when he gets too emotional. So his hair is a better weapon cause it can burn people. If it gets cut its very flammable.

MK is still a monkey.

Update 2!

The more I work on this the less it sticks to the Tangled story

Update 3:

Here's the au Masterpost that has everything on it

https://www.tumblr.com/violetjedisylveon/738165406467063808/spicynoodles-tangled-au-masterpost?source=share

[skellebonez]

Writing prompt 78: it’s night in and pigsy has had a hard day at work so Tang planned a small dinner to help him relax. Plus some romantic words.

I had a MIGHTY NEED for some FreeNoodles fluff and your request helped me deliver that so well!

If I had three wishes, I’d spend all of them to make you smile.

Tang glared at the steamer basket and willed it to work faster. To steam better. To make the food he was preparing taste perfect! Unfortunately for Tang he was a human through and through and had little to no say in the matters of whether or not steam cooked through dumplings once they were in the basket and out of his direct eyesight.

... Unless he- no! No he remembered the last time he tried to mess with a recipe! As long as he used a recipe the first time he had no real issues, but it was when he tried to deviant from one the first time that he always had problems. Like last time.

Pigsy was finding bits of exploded fruit for a week.

It would have turned out really good, if he hadn’t turned the stove on too high and used too much oil.

But that wouldn't happen tonight! Not if he managed to follow all the directions and take everything to the table when he was certain it was all ready.

His husband had already tried to enter the kitchen multiple times, insisting that Tang didn’t need to take on all of dinner on his own (”I can help, I’m not that tired” and all that). But the scholar would not let him do that, not tonight.

Pigsy’s Noodles had been horrifically busy that day due to a power outage on a large portion on the other side of the city that hit not only residential areas but also a few other popular restaurants. Everything had been fixed soon enough, but the usual lunch rush was even worse than usual and lasted almost into the early dinner orders. Anyone that wanted food had to either eat things they didn’t have to cook or order out, and low and behold most people thought ordering out was the far superior option.

Which meant that Pigsy was cooking literally all day. Normally he would have a short break, time to let broth simmer and relax for a conversation or to even read a news article or two. Maybe watch something on the TV while he cooked.

But not this day. He never had the chance to even sit down, not over the 5 hour period with no power.

And then the dinner rush hit, not as bad as the excessive lunch rush but just as hectic as always, and until nearly closing both he and MK were going and going and going. At least MK had the chance to sit in his tuk-tuk, resting his feet even a little bit while he was under the same stress as his boss.

Poor Pigsy didn’t even have the chance to sit on one of his own stools until well into the night.

It was by MK’s own insistence that Pigsy head home for the day and let the young man finish closing up on the shop. It wouldn't have been the first time he had done it, and with his own apartment above the store he would have a much faster and easier time getting home as opposed to the 15 minute walk that was ahead of Pigsy and Tang.

And as a testament to just how exhausted he was, Pigsy took that offer with only a little hesitation. Far less hesitation than letting Tang cook their dinner for the two of them, in fact.

Once they arrived home Tang took the initiative, guiding his husband to their couch and immediately setting to work on showing him exactly what he had been teaching himself in secret.

Tang knew that cooking was so important to Pigsy. It was one of the main ways he showed how much he cared for others, how he bonded with MK over the years by teaching MK his secret recipes, how he had shown Tang how welcome he was in his home when Tang had to leave his old home years ago. How he showed Tang how much he wanted him to stay, despite how much he played up that being a “freeloader” was aggravating him (it was a little game they played in actuality, Pigsy never once actually banning him from the store or from getting more food despite the amount that Tang ate free of charge).

And Tang wanted to return that show of affection tonight.

He supposed that was one of the ways he showed affection as well, not only the act of showing how much he enjoyed something others gave him but trying to learn what he could to be included in the future.

And teasing. So much teasing.

Pigsy returned that himself.

The dinging of the timer on the counter startled Tang from his musings and he jumped up in excitement. Finally, everything was finished!

It took a little willpower on his part not to rush through getting the food set out and not burn his hands, but Tang managed it anyway.

Tang was still learning to cook properly, years of quick meals and living alone and being busy with both his education and later scholarly pursuits making his past endeavors lackluster to most people. But he was a fast learner and he started out knowing how to cook most of the basics by heart.

What laid before him on the table was simple, probably very simple to a lot of people... but impressive by his standards. Large perfectly fluffy bowls of rice, a small bowl each of a seafood soup, stir fried vegetables, and dim sum. And all his practice had paid off for those, they looked almost as good as the ones he would by from the street vendors!

He took a moment to just. Look at what he had made. Take in his accomplishments. Be happy with his progress and excited for what Pigsy would think. He didn’t have to wait very long.

“That smells amazing,” Pigsy said from the entry to the kitchen, tired smile etched on his face as he made his way to the table. “It looks just as good too. You really didn’t have to do this yourself, Tang, but I gotta admit I appreciate being able to get excited for someone else’s food again.”

Tang smiled wide, chuckling a bit at the statement. “Well, with how busy you were today you deserve to relax.”

Pigsy hummed in agreement as he sat down, smiling up at Tang in a little confusion as he moved up to stand beside him instead of joining him across the table.

Tang leaned down, taking Pigsy’s chin in his hand and lifting his head up to guide his lips into meeting his own on a soft kiss. He couldn’t help but smile into it, pulling away with a snort of a chuckle and a blush on his face.

“Even after being married all this time you still laugh like that when we kiss,” Pigsy said with a goofy smile of his own, face flushing darker.

“And you still blush like that every time,” Tang replied, sitting across from him with a wider smile. “I’ll never get tired of seeing that.”

“Damn we are sappy,” Pigsy said with a chuckle, shaking his head and smiling wide.

“And you know we both love it!”

The two laughed, digging into their meal with gusto and excitement. And it was amazing. Tang wouldn’t put it on the same level as Pigsy’s, to him nothing would ever match his husband’s cooking, but the soft smiles and the way the other closed his eyes and let the bites he took linger as he seemed to savor the flavors.

And everything was the best at this moment to Tang. Better than it had been in a long while. Just sitting there, enjoying a simple but well made meal with his beloved. Watching him enjoy cooking that wasn’t his own and looking so content and happy and smiling in a way that just made him look so... amazing.

“You know that movie MK had us watch the other day?” He asked suddenly, drawing Pigsy’s attention to him. “The animated musical one?”

“Yeah?”

“If I had three wishes I’d spend all of them to make you smile.”

Pigsy looked at him for a moment before he chuckled, blush taking over his face once again as he buried half of his face into one of his hands.

“Sappy dork.”

“You love me.”

“Yeah... I do love you, Tang.”

“I love you too, Pigsy.”