#tangeled au

[minimoxha]

Tangled

Summary: After his wife and daughter died he thought he lost everything. However, you for some reason, you’d didn’t disappear. So, Miguel locked you up. He had to find some way to protect you so you couldn’t be taken from him like Gabriella. What better way to do that then keep you in his dimension where he could get to you in case of anything.

Warnings: Low key bad parenting, Mother knows best lyrics, Cussing if you squint. Maybe bad Spanish, things I grew up listening to.

W/C:

A/n This might be bad, it’s been a long time since i’ve written fanfic so bare with me! If you want a part two or three because i’ll prolly make a part too just let me know. And please give me some good Miguel and hobie fanfics down below!

Part two to this is posted: here

series masterlist is here

Even without a spider sense, Miguel could tell that something was up. The way she kept looking at him as she ate her breakfast, the way she kept shifting in her seat on the bar of their house that was really more of a castle that he forced her in years ago; and the way she was scarfing down her food so fast that it didn't even look like she had swallowed. Miguel liked to think that he knew his daughter pretty well, when her sister and mother died he became the only person she spoke to on a daily basis. However, who she spoke to wasn’t by choice. No, it was by force.

It was because her dad had locked her up in their house in order to ‘protect’ her from the dangers that could possibly be outside. Maybe an anomaly or some silly boy wanting to give you more but heartbreak. Miguel was all about protecting his one and only. You weren't bored in the house until now, your 18th birthday had finally been the day that cleaning, art, knitting, sewing and any of the other hobbies your dad had brought home for you to try became too tiring for your newly adult brain. You wanted to see the fireworks that unknowingly to you, Miguel set off every year in celebration for you. You wanted to meet actual people instead of being cooped up in the same boring house (Even if it was Huge!) every single day. It never actually rang to Miguel that one day, protecting you meant letting you out of his grasp at least once. Which is also why this time; he couldn't pinpoint what exactly was wrong with his daughter this time around.

“Que paso?” Miguel asked, food still in his mouth and turning to his daughter who had the same look on her face.

“It’s my birthday dad” His daughter, Y/n answered. She still had the smile on her face, when has Miguel ever said no to his daughter? Every single day she’d ask “when can I go out?” He’d always tell her someday and her eighteenth birthday had to be the day, Right? “I want to see the fireworks as my birthday present.”

Miguel’s eyes looked at her empty, as if there were no thoughts whatsoever behind his eyes. Except, all he could think about was holding Gabriella and you in his arms when she completely glitched and disappeared. The world risks something that would take his baby, his daughter, the thing that he fights for every single time he defeats an anomaly.

“You can see them from the window, you see them every year mami. Why is it so special this year?” (I see a lot of people using mami sexually but my dad and aunts called me and my sister mami as a nickname so that's what it’ll be!)

“I want to see them up close, outside dad. I’m tired of staying here all day every day. I need sun” She spoke, making Mig’s fist clench harder and harder on his fork, it was just about breaking now, minutes from that if he kept it up. “Please dad, I’m old enough to take care of myself. I’m eighteen! I can’t stay here forever with you. I want to go and have a life, meet people, make memo-”

“You speak as if you know so much about making a life. Mija, you know how dangerous it is out there. You are too naive, gullible, and ditzy to think that you will be safe with people waiting to mug you the moment you step foot from this house. I’m saying this because I love you. The final answer is no.” Miguel growled before finally snapping his fork in half and letting a sigh out. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair before taking the two clean bowls to the kitchen leaving his daughter to sit– dreams broken and in silence. Did he really completely turn her down? Suddenly, the girl felt her face heat up and her eyes develop that certain wetness that always came around on her birthday, never this early though. What coule she do now? What would happen now? Would she be stuck here forever without any way to get outside?

The familiar voice of her father woke her out of her thoughts. He came over, Putting an arm around his daughter as she leaned into his touch, sniffling. “Don’t cry, Mija. This is for the best so nothing will happen to you.” She nodded into his arms, not convinced. Miguel sighed and grabbed her head with his hand, turning the girl to face him. He could see the sadness that lied on his daughters face. However, he’d rather hurt her feelings then have her be hurt by anyone else. Why would she want to go out there when he could give her anything she ever wanted, easily. “Mija, I’m saying this because I love you. I want to protect you, tú entiendes.” The girl nodded and her dad kissed her forehead before leaving the house without even so much as a bye to his daughter. .

She didn’t understand. Why was it that every teen that she saw on the tv and her computer were able to go live outside their houses and have fun. Make memories like parties and Malls and games? Why was the world so dangerous for her but not for everyone else? The girl got up and walked to the kitchen where Miguel left his and her dirty dishes in the sink. She had to clean again, even on a day as special as her birthday. It was almost like, he didn’t even care. The girl turned on music, a group called Exon, the group was home to her dimension and happened to be dropping by for a concert in Nueva York. She was contemplating asking to go but Miguels answer would probably be the same as always. A no. Y/n felt those familiar tears well up in her eye before the sound of her window opening sprung her away from the music. Whoever was trying to break in, was really loud with it. Quickly, she grabbed whatever was closest to her- A frying pan and continued to the Dining room hesitantly.

Millions of thoughts were racing through the girls head. Who was breaking in? How did they get past the security system even she couldn’t break? Was what miguel said true? Were people really waiting on you in order to kill or rob you? Her thoughts disappeared when she stood in the entryway , seeing nothing but an empty dining room. She stood hands on her hips, questioning if maybe what she heard was apart of the song and the alarm system blaring was just an accident.

“‘Ello love, Have you seen this big man wearing a red and black spandex suit? He looks like a clown almost.” With a gasp, The girl turned to face another spider-man, just like your father. But this one was different, he was wearing clothes along with the suit. The suit even had cool little spikes on his head. She couldn’t stop herself from staring at him in awe, her eyes only widened when the man took his mask off. He was brown skin with Wiks Littering his head. She could tell that he grew his hair out for a while to achieve as much hair he had. Piercings littered his face, adding to the rocker touch that the man already gave. She dropped the pan to the floor and scrambles to get her thoughts together. So he was another spider-man, looking for her father. A cute spider-man at that.

Of course, she knew about Hq and the whole dimension things but usually people contacted him through his watch and not his phone. So how was he here and not through the hologram? It’d been ages since she’s seen another person other than her dad, it almost didn’t feel real or right to be here, looking at someone. “My names Y/n. My dad- My dad’s not here right now actually he just left.” She said, looking everywhere but in the eyes of the spiky spider-man. “What’s your name? You’re a spider-man just like him?”

The man gave a nod before walking through the house and taking a closer look. The girl followed right behind him watching him with wide eyes as he checked out the house. The two ended up right in the kitchen. “I’m sorry- who are you? Why are you roming my house like you know it?” She Was now defensive, arms crossed and shifted on one leg. If men had anything it was the audacity to roam her house without an intoxication at least.

“Right. Names Hobbie Brown.”

Thanks for reading! I hope y’all enjoyed that, it’s been a long time since i’ve written so i’ll try to produce better things next time! Until then,

[infodumpcorner]

Tangeled AU where Mother Gothel isn't a total piece of abusive crap because why not

In this AU, Gothel is a long time friend of the royal family who comes and goes as she pleases. No one knows how she looks so young desite being around for literal generations and frankly they gave up asking long ago.

When the queen became sick while pregnant, Gothel finally told them about the magic flower. Not without a lot of soul searching though. A LOT. She's not perfect.

The Queen gets better after eating the flower. The King and Queen set up a nice part of the castle for Gothel to live out the rest of her rapidly aging days in comfort.

When Rapunzel is born, Gothel realizes her hair holds the power of the flower and asks the King and Queen if she can cut a lock of hair to keep herself young and they agree. Obviously it doesn't work. Gothel isn't too upset about it though, all she has to do is visit the palace more often to stay young.

But people hear about the magic baby. And boy howdy, do they want that magic!

The King does his best to increase security in the palace but after the third kidnapping attempt Gothel steps in. She fears losing her youth once again, yes, but she's also grown kinda fond of the baby itself.

She tells them about an old tower she found in the woods long ago, completely empty and secluded. She suggests that she takes Rapunzel there for her own safety, at least until the King is sure its safe to return.

As time goes on though, the King and Queen still don't feel like its safe. So Gothel continues to raise Rapunzel.

Gothel herself has become paranoid at this point. All the crazy dangers she tells our orginal Rapunzel in the movie? Yeah, she's actually not trying to manipulate her in this au, she is genuinely worried.

For this reason she doesn't tell Rapunzel she's a princess or that the floating lanterns are her parents way of coping on her birthday.

This stage set, the events of the movie are effectively the same but the intent behind it is more interesting. Because when Gothel discovers Rapunzel missing from the tower, her first thought isn't "my magic escaped and I need to get back what's mine" its "my sort-of daughter has absolutely been kidnapped by a vagabond and now he needs to die".

She actually thinks Eugene is a bad guy here and is GUNNING for him.

Pretty much everything happens due to lack of communication and misunderstandings. Yeah that old trope.

Eugene absolutely nearly dies. Rapunzel heals him and they have their touching moment and Gothel thinks maybe, just MAYBE...she had jumped to conclusions about him.

The ending is basically Gothel showing up at the palace with Rapunzel who she decides, after hearing the adventure the young girl has been on, is capable of protecting herself. Happy Ending!

[ronniesart]

In light of the StephCass win in the new Batgirl issue that came out this week, I decided to finally update my Tangled au! Hope everyone enjoys!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56004520/chapters/163221658

[honeymilkbubbletea]

Umm guys...

I think I might have watched wrong Fantastic Four movies...

I can't believe I've been in this fandom for such a long time, and only now I thought of making them into fantastic four

Damn I really am slow...

[inkcapjester]

sokeefe as flynn and rapunzel!!

[capnkincuk]

Y'all wanna see a fun crackship?

I give you Tangle and Relic doodles about Relic being a workaholic

[anarchelsworld]

YESYESYESYESYES

Tangled marauders au and Sirius is Rapunzel, Flynn Remus, Maximus is James and Regulus is Pascal. The Girls are all the thieves at the tavern.

Also Mother gothel would make the PERFECT Walburga.

[escapismbook]

ESCAPISM

Chapter Five | I Walk the Line

→ Pairing: Yoongi x reader (female)

→ AUs: non idol!au→ Genre(s): dark romance, smut, mature, mafia

→ Trope(s): professor-student, forbidden romance, dark, slow-burn, seductive, mafia

→ Rating: mature/explicit (this is mature/explicit content, so you have been warned.)

→ Word count: 5.6k

→ warnings + triggers: explicit smut, (female) OC is innocent and pure and Yoongi is desperate for her. Drug use, Strong language, Explicit scenes, Mentions of S.A, Violence, Dark Themes, Crime Elements, Alcohol, Club setting, Obsession, Possessive, Protective Love, Emotional.

→ Author’s note: Escapism is a dark romance—intense, poetic, and deeply atmospheric. It explores desire, deception, and the pull of the forbidden. This story contains mature themes, including:   

This story is also written by two authors. Both working on the two couple. Please read with caution. For those who stay, welcome to a world where love and darkness intertwine.

(Don't forget to like and comment.)

A small note: When you see the italic font, it means they are speaking in Korean.

CHAPTER FIVE | I Walk the Line Song for chapter: Chase Atlantic | Swim Halsey | I Walk the Line

June arrived with the slow burn of early summer, the days stretching longer, the air thick with warmth. Two weeks had passed, and Yoongi had made it his personal amusement to give Aalia a hard time. Nothing she did in class seemed to be correct in his eyes. Her answers were never quite right. Her interpretations of the material were always slightly off. Even when she approached him for guidance, her voice careful, almost hopeful, he barely spared her a glance.

“Who needs help?” he would ask the room, and before anyone else could react, Aalia’s hand would shoot up, her desperation barely concealed. But Yoongi would only let his gaze flicker past her, settling on someone else instead. And then another. And another. He wasn’t just ignoring her. He was punishing her.

He could feel her frustration mounting with each dismissal, each subtle slight. She wasn’t the type to complain outright, but he saw it in the way she tried to catch his eye, the way her lips pressed together when he walked past her like she didn’t exist. She was unraveling under his silence, and he liked it. He liked the shift in her expression when she realized he wasn’t going to acknowledge her. He liked the way her fingers curled into fists on the desk. He liked seeing her upset. Seeing her desperate.

“Aalia, can I see your – wow!” Jungkook whistled. He had only seen her this angry when he accidently ate her blueberry Magnum ice cream a few days ago. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“I. Am. Fine,” she gritted her teeth. 

Jungkook tilted his head as he slowly reached for her notebook and took it to his table.

The clock was nearing seven o’clock, the once-bustling classroom now eerily silent. The last of her classmates had trickled out long ago, their laughter fading down the corridor, leaving Aalia alone beneath the dim glow of fluorescent lights.

Her fingers hovered over her laptop’s trackpad, frustration tightening in her chest. No matter how long she stared at the final part of her assignment, the words blurred together, stubbornly refusing to make sense.

‘Come on!’ she mentally screamed at herself. ‘Work brain! Work!’

But nothing. If anything, she could almost hear her brain laughing at her.

She dropped her head in her hands, her fingers tangeling in her hair. Her eyes were locked on the screen, her eyes reaking over the one sentence of an introduction she could not finish. Her gaze shifted to the top corner of the screen and she looked at the time. Her hands dragged down her face as a deep sigh left her lips. She knew there was only one way to do this. She closed her laptop and stood up. 

The hallways were quiet as she made her way to his office, the heels of her shoes clicking softly agaisnt the polished floors.

Yoongi was skimming through paperwork, his pen gliding across the surface before he moved to the next paper. And then, a knock pulled his attention away just as he marked the last paper. He looked up as the door opened, and there she was standing in the doorway with her laptop cradled against her chest. 

He leaned back in his chair, his arms folded over his chest as he tiled his head slightly. “Well, well,” he mused, amusement lacing his voice. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Aalia resisted the urge to roll her eyes, holding back the impulse with a slow inhale through her nose. She had to keep herself in check. She was already at a disadvantage, standing there in his office like this, seeking his help after two weeks of being ignored.

"I'm stuck on my assignment," she said, her voice clipped, controlled

Yoongi didn’t respond right away. He simply watched her, that same insufferable smugness curving his lips. His gaze was slow and deliberate as he took her in—her dress, soft white with delicate green, yellow, and blue flowers, flowing just past her knees. It wasn’t particularly tight, but the way it hugged her waist didn’t escape his notice. Nor did the way her long hair cascaded down in waves, slightly disheveled from her frustration.

He exhaled through his nose, tilting his head slightly. "And you waited until now to ask for help?" His tone was almost mocking, the corner of his mouth lifting.

Aalia blinked. Her irritation sparked instantly, heating beneath her skin.

"I've been trying to get you to help me for days," she shot back, her voice sharper now, edged with frustration.

Yoongi could see it—the way annoyance tightened her expression, the way her lips parted as if she had more to say but bit it back. And it amused him. More than it should. There was something satisfying about how easily he could get under her skin.

"Maybe if you were prehaps more persuasive, I’d help you," he murmured, his voice infuriatingly nonchalant.

Aalia scoffed. "Persuasive?"

"Mmm," Yoongi hummed, leaning back in his chair. "A little convincing."

Something in her snapped. The frustration of the past two weeks, the way he had deliberately ignored her, the smug amusement in his expression—it all simmered over. And for the first time, her attitude surfaced, sharp and unfiltered.

"Charming," she said, a tight, insincere smile curving her lips. It pained her face to even hold it. She tilted her head slightly, voice dipped in saccharine venom. "Do you fuck all your students?"

For the first time, Yoongi was genuinely taken aback. It was subtle—the faint shift in his features, the slight widening of his eyes, the momentary pause in his breath—but it was there. No one had ever spoken to him with such audacity before. "Do you always speak to all your professors like that?" His voice was low and measured. 

Aalia’s gaze dropped to the floor. "No," she admitted, her voice smaller now. "I do not."

Yoongi smiled softly, a dark gleam in his brown eyes as he watched her. "Then why is it," Yoongi asked, his voice lower, quieter—almost curious. “That you find yourself speaking to me in such a manner?” 

Slowly, she looked up again. Aalia held his gaze for a moment, and for the first time, she faltered. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

His smile merged into a smirk at her apology. The quiet submission in her voice pleased him. His lips pressed together as if in thought as he studied her for a moment. Then, slowly he nodded. “Let’s try again,” he said. “Politely this time.”

Aalia inhaled and steadied herself. “Would you please help me with my assignment, sir?”

Something inside him shifted at the way the words left her lips, slow and sweet. Like honey dripping into his ears, warm and indulgent. “That’s better,” he said, more pleased now. “See how much better it is when you behave?” She wanted to snap at him with a sharp retort, but she swallowed it down. Instead, her fingers curled against the edge of her laptop, tense with restraint. 

Yoongi watched as she walked towards the larger table in the room and placed her laptop down. He stood from his desk and went over to sit next to her. “I have chosen to speak about music label companies,” she explained. “How they make money and everything. I've written the essay, but I'm not sure what to do for my introduction. I cannot have a thousand word introduction. It needs to be two-hundred words."

He nodded as she explained her essay topic, before he took the laptop and began to read silently. The usual sharp amusement in his expression softened, his gaze narrowing slightly as he focused. Aalia, for once, did not fidget under his scrutiny. For the first time tonight, they were both genuinely invested in the assignment, the charged air between them settling into something quieter, something almost... normal.

The only sounds in the room were the faint ticking of the clock and the distant murmur of the university’s nighttime staff moving about. The glow from the laptop screen illuminated his face, shadows carving sharper angles along his jawline. Aalia watched as his eyes scanned each line, the small furrow in his brows revealing his meticulous nature.

When he finally turned to her, his voice was measured, thoughtful. "Maybe you could focus on the main functions of a music label company and the role they play within the music industry," he suggested. His tone lacked its usual edge, slipping into something more academic. "The introduction should grab the reader’s attention and make them want to read the rest of the essay, so don’t feel like you have to include everything in the intro. Just focus on the most important things."

Aalia nodded, lips pressing together, but there was still hesitation in her expression. "Well, I'm talking about how Korean music labels work," she said, tilting her head slightly. "So should I say, ‘In this essay, I will be talking about korean music lables?”

He hummed, considering her words, before nodding again. "You can phrase it better than that. Try something like; This essay will examine the inner workings of Korean music labels and their role in the music industry." He gave her a more refined sentence, something precise yet compelling, and as soon as the words left his lips, something clicked in her mind.

"Ahhh," she gasped, her eyes lighting up. The pieces were falling into place now. “Okay, okay. Got it. Thank you.”

Without another word, she closed her laptop and left his office. Yoongi watched her go before the door shut.

His paperwork was done, but he found himself scrolling through his phone, aimlessly flicking through articles and emails, his mind elsewhere. His thoughts, unbidden yet persistent, wandered back to her. Aalia. The way her lips had tightened when he teased her, the way her frustration had given way to understanding. The way she looked when she realized she was speaking out of turn and faltered.

And then, just as if summoned by his thoughts, she walked back into his office. This time, she didn’t hesitate at the door. She moved with purpose, her steps softer but more certain, making her way directly to his desk. She placed her laptop down in front of him, the screen turned his way.

He arched a brow but said nothing as he took the laptop, his eyes moving over the newly written introduction. The words were better now, structured, engaging—he could see her thought process aligning properly. He nodded approvingly. But he noticed one thing. “The citations?”

"Ohh, um—" Aalia glanced at the screen, ready to answer, but then her eyes flickered to the time in the corner, and suddenly, something shifted in her expression. “Aish,” she muttered under her breath, just barely audible, but Yoongi still caught it. 

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

She hesitated before answering, as if debating whether to even tell him. “I need to go home.”

He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he watched as she pulled out her phone, her fingers tapping quickly against the screen. His eyes didn’t leave her—not once. The way her brows knitted together, the faint frown on her lips.

He knew what she was doing before she even said it. She was looking for an Uber.

Something inside him coiled, tight and unrelenting. The thought of her getting into a car—alone, with a stranger—made his jaw clench. The idea of another man being near her, even in something as simple as a ride home, was unbearable.

No, that was not happening.

“Cancel it,” he said. “I’ll drive you home.” 

“No need-“

He stood up and towered over her small frame. “Cancel it,” he repeated, slower this time.

Yoongi sat in the driver’s seat of his black SUV, the engine humming beneath him as his fingers lazily scrolled through his phone. There was no real purpose to it—just a way to pass the time. The screen’s glow reflected faintly in his dark eyes, but his mind was elsewhere.

When he finally looked up, he saw her.

Aalia stepped out of the building; her bag now slung over her shoulder. Her movements were hesitant, like she was still processing the fact that she was getting into his car. The streetlights above painted her skin in silver, her dress catching the glow as she approached. When she opened the passenger door and slid inside.

He placed his phone down, shifted gears, and pulled out onto the road like this was the most natural thing in the world.

Aalia, however, wasn’t nearly as composed. Her hands rested tensely on her lap, fingers clutching onto the fabric of her dress. The air inside the car felt heavier than it should have, charged with something she couldn’t name.

“I do not live in Seoul,” she said, her voice breaking the silence.

Yoongi turned the corner, navigating through the glowing streets, his curiosity piqued. His grip on the steering wheel remained loose, his expression unreadable, but there was a flicker of intrigue in his gaze. “Where do you live?” he asked.

“Yongin,” she answered. “It’s about a forty-minute drive.” As she spoke, she reached for her phone again, fingers tapping against the screen. “I can still take an Ub—”

“No.” he shook his head once, firm, cutting her off before she could even finish the sentence. His eyes flickered toward her briefly, sharp and final.

The car merged onto the highway, the city lights fading into a blur as they left Seoul behind. He drove in silence, calm and certain, while beside him, Aalia sat still, her pulse loud in her ears.

The hum of the engine was low, steady, a rhythmic vibration that filled the silence between them. Outside, the streets blurred into a wash of neon signs and dimly lit alleys as Yoongi maneuvered the SUV effortlessly, his hands relaxed on the wheel. Occasionally, his eyes flickered to the passenger seat.

She sat quietly, her gaze trained on the road ahead, lost in thought. He glanced at her, subtly at first, but his eyes betrayed his indifference. The passing streetlights created a soft, golden glow on her skin, illuminating her features in the darkness. It was almost ethereal, almost saintly—the way the light cradled the soft curves of her cheeks, accentuated the delicate angle of her jawline, and melted into the cascade of her long, dark hair. A cruel irony. She looked like something untainted, untouched by the sins of the world. Yet, she had been in Kitty Gang and he had kissed her.

The angel who had wandered into the devil’s playground. His fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel as his curiosity gnawed at him. He wanted to understand her.

“How long have you been living in Yongin?” he broke the silence. His voice was deep and calm, but his curiosity was piqued. He wanted to know more about her.

She blinked, as if pulled from her thoughts. “I moved to Korea when I was fifteen with my parents.” He nodded; his eyes still locked on the road. But then her voice cut through the air again, this time almost rushed. “You didn’t have to drive me,” she said.

He exhaled a short breath, almost amused by her persistence. “It’s fine,” he said simply. “I am not letting you take an Uber this late.”

She listened to his words, letting them settle into her chest like a weight. She knew it was wrong. Everything about this was a sin waiting to happen. She exhaled softly. “It’s wrong,” she murmured, her voice barley above a whisper. 

Yoongi turned his head slightly, an arched brow lifting in quiet amusement. “And why is that?” his tone was unreadable.

“You’re my professor,” her voice was firm. “And I am your student.” 

He didn’t respond at first. He had heard her say it before, but hearing it again, the words didn’t deter him. If anything, they made his hunger for her grow. The forbidden had always been the most tempting.

He remained silent for a moment before speaking again. “Is that the only reason?”

She turned her gaze to the window, watching the neon-lit city blur past. “It should be reason enough,” she exhaled. 

He let out a quiet chuckle, but there was no humor in it. He understood her reasoning. But desire was never logical. And his desire for her—this fascination, this insatiable curiosity—was something far beyond reason. It only grew stronger with every second she sat beside him in the dim glow of the car.

He stole another glance at her, taking in her side profile, the way her lashes fanned against her skin, the way her lips pressed together in thought. He wanted to know what was running through her mind. If she was as tormented by this as he was.

“You do not like me very much, do you?” he asked, his voice tingled with a hint of amusement. 

“I do not have to like you,” she answered without missing a beat.

He smirked, but he did not push the topic further. Instead, the car fell into silence again, the tension growing in the air between them. He inhaled, and that’s when it hit him—the scent. The scent. Dior Hypnotic Poison.

It was the same perfume she had worn that night at Kitty Gang. The same scent that had clung to his clothes after he had kissed her, after he had tasted the innocent of her lips. It was intoxicating. A scent crafted for temptation. The memory of her lips, her breathless gasps, the way her fingers had clutched his shirt as she straddled him. It was a drug, laced into his system now, impossible to rid himself of. He forced his breathing to remain even.

His fingers flexed subtly against the steering wheel. He looked at her again, and then he saw it the golden chain around her neck, catching the dim light of the car. A crucifix. A delicate, holy thing resting against the pulse of her throat, right above where his lips had once been.

His fingers twitched against the steering wheel again. What a cruel contrast. An angel wearing the mark of God, yet he wanted to ruin her. His smirk deepned. ‘Oh, Aalia,’ he thought to him

The drive stretched in comfortable silence, the low hum of the engine filling the space between them. Outside, the city blurred into streaks of amber and silver as streetlights flickered past, casting fleeting halos of light that illuminated her face in the darkness.

She tilted her head, and strands of her dark hair fell like silk around her shoulders, framing a face too gentle for the unerworld he belonged to. She looked ethereal—like something he had no right to touch. An angel sitting beside him, veiled in innocence.

Aalia shifted, reaching for her cardigan and draping it over her legs, as if shielding herself from unseen eyes. It wasn’t the cold—he knew that. The flowy summer dress she wore rode up just enough to reveal the soft skin of her thighs, and she had noticed it too. She was praying in her mind, he could tell.

Yoongi let his tongue press against the inside of his cheek, something stirring deep in his gut. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “You’re religious,” he pointed out, eyes flickering to the necklace. She didn’t respond. She kept her eyes locked outside the window, her lips slightly parted, lost in silent words.

His lips curled slightly. “Touchy subject?” he asked, voice teasing, laced with curiosity.

“Shh.” Her voice was soft, almost breathless. “I’m praying.”

He blinked, a little surprised. He hadn’t expected that. His lips twitched into a small smile, though he wasn’t sure why. Something about being in such a confined space with her, being this close yet forbidden, was pushing him on the brink of madness.

He kept his eyes glued to the road, tamping down the growing desire in his chest. Then she exhaled—a deep, soft breath, one that sounded far too much like a moan. She tilted her head to the side, fingers brushing against her neck, rubbing it absently.

A jolt of desire shot through him, and his mind ran with sinful thoughts. The things he could do to her. The things he could teach her.

“How religious are you?” he asked, voice lower now.

She didn’t answer.

He glanced at her, then spoke again. “What were you praying about?”

She hesitated before speaking. “That is between me and God,” she said simply. “And I’m committed to my faith.”

He nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. Her defiance, her stubbornness—it both frustrated him and aroused him. Her commitment to her faith clashed violently with his own desires, and it only made him want her more. “Committed, huh?” His voice was low, teasing. “I suppose that means I should stay in my lane, then.”

“You finally understand,” she said dryly, sarcasm dripping from her tongue.

Her wit, her sharp tongue—it was both infuriating and intoxicating. “Watch it, darling,” he laughed slightly, “or I might just have to teach you a lesson in obedience.”

She scoffed softly, turning her gaze back to the window.

He could sense the defiance in her, the way she refused to even look at him. It was maddening. His mind wandered again—to her mouth, the way it curved into a smirk when she was being witty. He could almost imagine the way it would feel against his own—

He shook his head. No.

“You really never had a boyfriend?” he asked, steering the conversation elsewhere, though the hunger still lingered in his chest.

For a moment, she was afraid he was going to bring up the make-out at Kitty Gang. Her pulse quickened, fingers curling into her lap. She turned her head, rolling her eyes slightly before shaking it. No, she had never had a boyfriend.

Yoongi felt it like a spark of satisfaction, small but searing. No man had ever had her before, and the fact that she was religious only added to it. It was admirable—pure, delicate, like something that should be worshiped. But fuck—it was also intoxicating. The innocence, her defiance. The temptation was too great.

His mind flashed back to Kitty Gang, to the moment when she had confessed that she had never done anything with anyone. “Nothing either?” he asked again, needing to hear it. “Never?”

She leaned back against the seat, tilting her head to the side with a sigh. “Nope,” she said, her voice edged with irritation. “Only you.”

Only him. Only his hands, his lips, his touch. No one else had ever gotten close. And no one ever would. “Good,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. “Because I have no intention of sharing you.”

Her laugh rang through the car, full and unrestrained—the same laugh he had heard the first night at Kitty Gang. And fuck, he loved the way it sounded.

“Nothing is happening between us,” she said, as if it were an undeniable fact.

“Why?” he asked, raising a brow, his eyes shifting to the necklace. “Is it because you made a promise to God?” She didn’t answer, and he hummed, low and knowing and taunting. “What if the waiting period is longer than you expect?”

“I do not mind,” she said with a small shrug. “But clearly you do. If I must wait for someone, then I shall.”

The thought of someone else touching her, someone else earning the right to break through her innocence—made something dark and feral rise within him.

“What?” she snapped, pulling him from his thoughts. He blinked, refocusing. She turned sharply toward him, brows furrowed. “You keep looking at me. What?!”

He cleared his throat, feigning indifference, though the tension in his chest was anything but. “Nothing,” he said smoothly. “Just admiring the view.”

She scoffed. “Stop the car.”

He lifted a brow. “What?”

“I’ll walk.”

He let out a small laugh, amused by her ridiculous demand. “No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

The silence in the car was thick, charged with something heavy, something unspoken. It coiled around them like a serpent, tightening with each passing second. The only sounds were the low hum of the engine and the distant rush of cars speeding by on the highway, yet Yoongi barely heard any of it. He was too busy watching her—watching the way her chest rose and fell with controlled breaths, watching the way her delicate fingers curled against her lap, watching the stubborn set of her jaw as she continued staring straight ahead, refusing to look at him.

Fuck, he wanted her so bad. He had never been the kind of man to lack self-control. But this girl—this stubborn, defiant angel—was tearing through his restraint like it was paper. And God, she didn’t even know it. She sat there, oblivious to the way she was driving him insane, unaware of the war raging inside him. She was pure temptation wrapped in innocence, and it made him feel utterly unhinged.

His fingers tightened around the steering wheel as he exhaled sharply through his nose. She looked so fucking sexy when she was angry. Her brows were slightly furrowed, lips pursed, her posture stiff with frustration. It shouldn’t have turned him on, but it did. And it was becoming too much. If he didn’t feel her against him again, he would lose his goddamn mind.

Without a second thought, he pulled the car to a sharp stop on the side of the highway, his movements swift and decisive.

Aalia’s head snapped toward him in alarm. “Um… what—what are you doing?” Her voice was slow, uncertain.

Yoongi didn’t answer. He was done thinking. He had already sinned the moment he laid eyes on her two weeks ago.

‘Fuck it,’ he thought. He reached over and undid her seatbelt with a firm, deliberate tug. Before she could react, his hands were on her, pulling her toward him over the center console, forcing her to straddle him in the driver’s seat.

Aalia gasped, her hands instinctively pressing against his shoulders, trying to push away. “Let me go.”

But Yoongi was stronger. His grip was unyielding as he grabbed her wrists, bringing them behind her back and holding them in one hand, effectively trapping her in place. His other hand gripped her hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her dress.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed, writhing in his hold, but her movements only made things worse—only made him harder.

His gaze burned into hers, dark and unreadable. “I’m taking what’s mine.” His voice was rough, laced with need.

Her breath hitched. “Yoongi.” It was the first time she had said his name in two weeks—since that night at Kitty Gang—and the way she said it sent a shiver down his spine. There was a warning in her tone, a final plea for him to stop.

Without another word, he cupped her cheek with his free hand and he kissed her hard. He pressed his lips against her in a ferocity that surprised even him. Finally, he could taste her, feel the warmth of her breath against his mouth, and it only made him want more.

She slowly stopped struggling, her body going slack against him, and his hands dropped to her hips, guiding her onto his lap fully. That’s when she felt it—the hard, unmistakable press of him against her, straining through his slacks. She gasped, a sharp, breathless sound, her body tensing as a wave of heat flooded through her. The moment he saw her reaction, his lips curled into a smirk against her mouth.

He rolled her hips over him in a slow, deliberate motion, dragging a moan from deep within her throat before she could stop it. The friction, the heat—it was intoxicating. She gasped again, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, claiming her completely.

“Feel that?” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and rough as he continued guiding her hips against him, making sure she could feel every inch of him.

“We need to stop,” she said breathlessly, her voice weak, unsure.

But her words were lost to him. He was too far gone, too consumed by her warmth, the sweet little sounds she made. His right hand slid up from her hip, finding the curve of her breast, squeezing it softly through the thin fabric of her dress. Aalia let out a soft whimper of a sound, her fingers twitching against his shoulders.

“No,” he said, his voice rough, dark. “I can’t.”

“Please,” she breathed out, a quiet plea laced with desperation.

And that—God, that nearly destroyed him. The way she said it, the softness of it, the way it broke through the haze clouding his mind. He didn’t want to stop, but for her, he would. Because she was still trembling, still inexperienced, still looking at him with wide, innocent eyes even as she sat straddling him in the middle of the night, her lips kiss-swollen and her breaths coming in soft little pants.

He forced himself to still, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he fought for control. His forehead dropped against hers. He wasn’t ready to let her go—not yet.

The dynamic between them didn’t matter. Not to him. If anything, this only played in his favor—he would get to see her every day. He was a professor for only a year, and she was in her final year at the university. She would graduate, and then there would be nothing standing in his way.

He was a Min after all. He never let anything slip through his fingers once he wanted it.

His dark eyes met hers again, holding her gaze. He was not a religious man, but he understood restraint when necessary. He knew he had to be patient with her, knew he had to respect her boundaries. And he was more than willing to do all of that—for her.

“I will be patient,” he said, voice firm, unwavering. “But I won’t pretend that I don’t want you, Aalia.”

He looked into her eyes, making sure she understood the gravity of his words. His gaze was hard, serious, leaving no room for doubt. He wanted her to know—this was not a passing desire. This was not something fleeting. This was inevitable.

He held her there, his grip firm yet not cruel, his gaze dark and unwavering. "Do we have an understanding, Aalia?" His fingers tightened on her hips, his thumb tracing lazy circles against her skin, sending shivers up her spine. "You're mine. Mine to touch, mine to protect and love. I won't share you with anyone. You belong to me. You know that. I know that. Do you understand?"

Aalia didn't respond. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Her mind was a battlefield, torn between the undeniable truth in his words and the moral war waging within her soul. How could she belong to someone who embodied everything she had been warned against? He was sin and temptation personified, a shadow that threatened to eclipse her light. And yet, when he touched her, when his voice wrapped around her like silk, she could feel herself slipping, sinking into him like he was the very thing she had been created for.

He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh, his patience wearing thin. "Do. You. Understand, Aalia?" His voice was rough, demanding, each syllable punctuated with authority. And before she even realized what she was doing, her head gave a small nod, as if her body had surrendered before her mind could catch up.

A slow smirk tugged at his lips. His free hand, still cupping her cheek, traced his thumb across her skin with a tenderness that contradicted the storm raging inside him. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

The rest of the drive passed in silence, thick and heavy with unspoken words. The city lights blurred past in a golden haze, casting fleeting halos of light over Aalia’s delicate features. She kept her gaze fixed outside the window, her fingers clenched tightly in her lap, as if she were praying once more, clinging to the last remnants of her resolve.

And then, finally, they arrived.

Her home stood before them in the moonlight, an expanse of grandeur and wealth. The mansion was pristine, towering with marble columns and sprawling glass windows that reflected the night sky.

She didn't wait for him to say anything. The moment the car rolled to a stop, she shoved the door open and rushed inside without looking back. She didn't stop until she was past the gates, up the grand staircase, and into the sanctuary of her bedroom, her heart hammering against her ribs.

Yoongi watched her go, amusement dancing in his eyes. She moved like a cartoon character, a flustered little thing, fleeing from the villain of the story.

His gaze flickered to the now-empty passenger seat, and there, draped over the leather, was her cardigan. She had left it behind in her hurry, her scent still clinging to the fabric. A smile curled at the corner of his lips.

With a quiet chuckle, he started the engine and drove back to Seoul, the cardigan resting on his lap like a souvenir. A piece of her. Something to remind him that no matter how hard she ran, she would always leave something behind for him to follow.

She was light. He was darkness.

And sooner or later, she would realize—she belonged to him.

(You can read ESCAPISM on AO3 so you can read the chapters there in order)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64009903/chapters/164201557

[honey-minded-hivemind]

💿Reboot AU... Possible Mutations of the Mystery Character, by Reader (and Scott)

• They're mentioned as very energetic, and as a possible insomniac, as there are several mentions of late night talks they have with the other characters and of the teens and adults finding them up at odd hours in the mansion (yeah, they had trouble sleeping, I think they took medicine for it)

• They seemed to like sweets, as well as meat and dairy... So they had a need for lots of protein, and a sweet tooth, apparently... Some foods they've liked are casseroles, chicken nuggets and tenders and rotisserie chickens, shrimp, pies, lemon cake, potatoes, pancakes, bacon and sausages, as well as smoothies, chocolate milk, and orange rolls... (they were a really good cook, too!) (Thank you for the input, Scott)

• This character has been seen before, and seemed to be a kind, down-to-earth person with a past they don't mention often, besides saying it's best left forgotten... I wonder if that will be important later... They get along with most of the teens, regardless of sides or morals, and seem to respect most of the adults... They do not seem to like most humans, though... (they are important! and super helpful! and they did have a past full of bad things, unfortunately...)

• They look kinda like... me? Well, okay, my ideal version of me... They seem to prefer warm colors, anything from red and orange and yellow to pink and golden and white, always with some black thrown in... They have a few piercings, maybe a few rings they wear, amd I think the show had an episode where they revealed they were... ace? Or aro? Aroace? It was a pretty bold episode for that time (they were very brave to say that! and no one loved them any less!)

• I don't know if they're related to anyone... As I can never remember their power, I'm not sure what it was or anything besides a few general ideas as to what I think it was... (it's okay, Reader! sometimes it's best to go over what you know, then find the truth out from that!)

• Possible Mutation One: They're very stretchy and rubbery, almost like a stress ball or gooey worm or some other heroes... They seem to be always a step away if there's a problem, so it makes sense they can easily get tangeled up in it... It would also explain how they keep everything around them calmer... After all, they just have to stretch a hand or a leg, and they can stop whoever is causing mischief or trouble (good guess, Reader! certainly creative! and what do you mean, other heroes? what other heroes?)

• Possible Mutation Two: They're able to control electricity and energy. It would explain why they are energetic and have trouble sleeping, if they have a constant supply of energy in their body. It could explain why they fear water, because their body could potentially electrocute itself if they end up in a large body of water... Maybe they can also make loud noises, like thunder... Thunder is the sound after lightning strikes, right? (right indeed, kid! also a good guess! that would make showers and baths and pool parties hard to do...)

• Possible Mutation Three: They're some kind of feral mutant? At least five characters have fluff or animal powers, so it would make sense if this character did too? It would explain why they eat so much, and why they prefer meat and dairy... Their hair does look soft and fluffy, too... I'm not sure if I remember if they had claws or a tail or fangs or horns or any odd colors, though... (hmmmm... good guess again, kid! and yes! their hair does look super soft and fluffy!)

• Possible Mutation Four: They can turn into a swarm of insects or has a stinger or controls bugs/other people... Maybe thats why they like sweets? All kinds of hymenoptera insects are attracted to sweets, like bees and wasps and ants and hornets... so are flies, too, but they eat anything... Maybe that explains the warmer colors, too? (good guess once more, kiddo! that would be a unique power! a little scary, though)

• Possible Mutation Five: They can control minds or can control pheromones... Maybe both? They mentioned not wanting their power before... and this seems like one most wouldn't want to have... Maybe that's their dark secret? Their hidden ability? It could apply to a few of these other ones, actually... Is that why they left? Was there a falling out? Some sacrifice? Or a hidden plot in the shadows? (... let's not talk about it, kiddo...) (do you need a hug, Scott?) (... yes... your hugs feel amazing... thank you...)

@sugar-soda @thewickedweiner Your thoughts?

[screamintoad]

Tangeled AU for Cherrycard *inhales* HERE WE GO

Rory is so similar to Rapunzel, not in personality AT ALL, but in their backstories and how they grew as people

He was sheltered by his family for a long time as he was meant to be the “prim and proper” eldest sibling. He especially wasn’t allowed to cut his hair as it would make him look less feminine in his mother’s eyes. He picked up and dropped so many hobbies. He yearned for freedom. Him coming to Twisted Wonderland could be a metaphor for escaping the tower.

Ace as Eugene is also a wonderful thought for my brain.

So the Tangled au would be pretty much the premise of the movie just if Rapunzel was mean-

Blonde Rory due to the magic would also be very cursed

@angelwishess @jadelover69 @babyghoul138 @aprtwtysev @sunnysidesevenup

@beneathsakurashade @skibidibabygirl @moonyasnow @cheerleaderman @chillygourami

@blood-red-hummingbee @bunniehunn @buttholesparkles @taruruchi @amai-sakura-chan

[artpikuuhnah]

Odazai Tangeled au I did way back last year. It was honestly a fun idea.

[hannigrams-cumslut]

Very sudden and immense need to write a hannigram tangeled au

[facetclod]

AU TIME!!! 

Zombie AU for welcome home: where Wally gets to the ‘outside’ and wants to gain some control for him and his friends... only he’s a dumbass and accidentally creates a zombie apocalypse with his powers of puppet... now there are puppet infected humans running around ‘tangeling’ or infecting, other humans. 

infected are more drawn to humans, but will be attracted by any noise and movement they may detect. they move puppet like and have no autonomy any longer. strings infect the host by imbedding into flesh and slowly reaching to the brain. infection can be prevented by removing the strings quickly, but is very difficult due to how fast it spreads, amputation is fastest and most effective to stop the spread, but once infected in the vitals, a living creature is turned into a puppet for the strings that will seek more hosts.

puppets of home that are tangled are able to be tied down and have the strings extracted at any stage, but it’s a painful and difficult process depending on how far along the infection is. strings can exist outside of a host but will go dormant till an infected consumes it or it is inserted in a host, they must be burned to fully eliminate them. cut small enough though, the strings are unable to move effectively and will become dormant as well.

Now Wally and his friends are outside and have to fix this mess if they want to live here. He just wanted to experience the world like we do... Not his fault people don’t take well to walking talking puppets with no puppeteer

poorly draw doodles of the neighbors below!

Frank Frankly:

not all that strong

low stamina

analyses infected

tangle proofs bases and makes traps

Eddie Dear:

positive but scared and jumpy

strong but has poor reaction times

good to help with scavenging and making safety precautions with Frank

very jumpy and easily scared

braves her fears to help her friends

fast and agile, but loud

good stamina

helps Frank with traps and plans to protect her neighbors

Dumbass Wally Darling:

moves quietly and has very good reaction times

won’t eat infected to avoid being infected (duh)

used some powers to make people more compliant with him and his friend’s escape. he fucked up.

Barnaby B. Beagle:

light hearted and not really taking this seriously

makes batter and baseball puns with the bat he found

strong but loud and clumsy

slow reaction times

unbelievably lucky

Howdy Pillar:

runs slower and gets disorientated with large open spaces

organized

strong and well coordinated

Poppy Partridge:

easily scared and jumpy

generally loud and freezes in fear or flees in fear a lot

good with taking care of the neighbors

clumsy

moderately strong, but manages it poorly

can make a delicious meal with just about anything 

Sally Starlet:

brave but weak

can be quiet but also projects her voice well

carries a plastic cutlass 

fast and quick thinker

can save her friends in stressful situations

that’s all! AU dump go brr

[constellation-skirmishes]

BURSTS DOWN DOOR KANERA TANGELED AU

dont ask me how hera as rapunzel works. it just does. trust me guys.

BECAUSE KANAN AS FLYNN IS SOMETHING THAT CAN BE SO-

BECUASE BECAUE GUYS BECAUSE ---

the tunnel

'im so sorry kanan' 'caleb' 'what?' 'my real name is caleb dume. someone might as well know'

SCREMAING

IT WOULD BE.

hi guys tangeled (2010) is my favorite disney movie and i WILL make it everyones problem.

[sunnysimulation]

List of AUs I need to start because I need to write them down somewhere so they stop buzzing in my brain (it's been months.......)

Howls Moving Castle AU

Tangeled AU

Generic Pizzaplex AU

Witches/Wizards AU

Give me suggestions on his I should carry out some of these, as the main reason I haven't started was because I have little to no idea on which DCA I should use, and mainly a unique curse to place upon Y/n for the Howls Moving Castle AU

[awesomedurraworld]

hi, I am here to share this sheet I did a while back ( like, two months ago now.)

This is part of my Tangeled Au, where Edward and his father Van Hoho lived. Can't seem to find the bedroom sheet, so I will post it once found

What do you guys think? Can you spot the different details?