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ahhh, sorry, your PiB Tangled AU has been giving me little nigglings of ideas everytime it pops up on my dash- So here's a little scenario based off of when Mother Gothel 'rescues' Rapunzel from the Stabbington brothers!
"Wait here."
Puss watched Kitty from the boat she'd dragged ashore, fingers fiddling with the hem of the purple doublet he wore. Unsurity rose within him, as he watched her started to head off into the fog without even waiting for answer from him.
"Kitty, wait!" he called out, quickly rising to his feet as reaching a paw out as though to try and catch her, even from this distance. Kitty obliged, half-turning to face him. "Will... You will come back, right?" Puss hesitantly asked after a moment. Kitty's face, which had been hard with something indiscernible since she'd seen something upon the shore and insisted they come here for a moment, softened, and she smiled at him in a comforting, if slightly jaunty manner. "Of course, ginger," she replied firmly, "I gotta get you back to that tower of yours, now don't I?" Puss smiled back, despite the uneasy churn in his gut that her words brought. "Now, wait here, I'll be right back," Kitty told him, turning back around and continuing to briskly walk into the thick fog. "I'll be back before you know it!"
"Yep, I'm sure!" Puss called back, a frown coming to his face and his shoulders dropping slightly as she fully disappeared into the fog, his voice more subdued as he continue to speak, "And I will just be here. Waiting."
After a few more moments, Puss sat down again, resting his forearms atop his knees, and rubbing his paw pads over the stiff leather of the boots Kitty had gotten him just earlier that day. When they'd come into the city, he had to keep most of his focus upon not stepping into shards of glass, and Kitty noticed it quickly. She dragged him to a cobblers store, and presented a purse stuffed with money, a purse Puss could've sworn wasn't the same one she'd used to try and pay for their drinks in the Snuggly Duckling, before the bar turned on her. Then, she'd ordered the cobbler sell them his best pair of cat-sized boots.
The boots were beautiful, in Puss' humble opinion. A polish black leather, with a nice, generous heel that got him to finally be the same height as Kitty, folded tops with a red line along them. He'd thanked her profusely after she'd given them to him, and promised multiple times over to repay her, but she'd gently turned him down.
Puss smiled at the memory, a blush coming to his face that grew hotter as it led to another memory.
He was no expert in romance, but Puss was entirely certain they'd almost kissed. He giggled softly, raising a paw to cover his lips, which tingled despite never having met Kitty's. Puss opened his mouth to squeal about it to Perrito, only to find the pup snoozing underneath Kitty's seat.
The tabby pouted, but elected to not awaken his dearest friend, well aware that usually, he and the pup would be in bed asleep by this hour. Puss chewed at his bottom lips, twiddling his thumbs in his lap as he scanned through the fog around them, trying to catch a glimpse of the tuxedo molly he awaited.
Several long minutes passed, with no more than the sound of waves lapping the rocky shore, Perrito snuffling in his sleep, and the distant sound of night wildlife in the nearby woods. And still, not a sign of Kitty.
Puss frowned, the uneasiness in his gut, which he'd had from the moment Kitty had insisted quite firmly they come to the shore, growing by the second. Slowly, careful to not wake Perrito, Puss got out of the boat, boots crunching on the rocky, pebbled shore.
He walked to the bow of the boat, tracing a paw along its fine, lacquered surface as he went, eyes narrowed as he peered into the fog. His ears twitched up, after a moment more, when he heard the crunch of pebbles underfoot, and as he whirled around to face its direction, he began saying, "Kitty! Ay dios mío, you had..." Puss trailed off, eyes widening as he saw the tall, stocky figure approaching, whom was most definitely not Kitty.
The figure split into two, as twin low, menacing chuckles permeated the air, setting Puss' fur on end. "Not quite, little cat," a deep, masculine voice informed him. From the fog, Jack and Jill emerged, now visible and brandishing handmade bludgeons that made Puss shiver in fear
"W-what did you do to Kitty?" Puss demaned, holding himself tall in false bravado, though the tremor in his voice betrayed him.
The two criminals chuckled again, nasty smirks on their faces, and Jill replied, "We didn't do anything, cat. She left you all on her own." The woman, with her bludgeon, gestured out to the water, and Puss' eyes followed. There, he saw a boat, sailing away back to the city, with Kitty' silhouette manning the helm.
Puss felt tears well in his eyes, but stumbled a few steps away from the boat, closer to the shoreline. "Kitty-," he began, voice barely above a choked whisper, before he shouted, "Kitty! Kitty, wait!"
"She ain't coming back, boy," Jack said, chuckling again. Puss spun on his heel to face him, only to stumble backwards a few steps as he found them a lot closer than before. "Took the crown and ran~ Guess that's what she really wanted, eh?"
"I don't blame her," Jill jumped in before Puss could find the words to speak, "It's a very pretty crown. I was disappointed to see it go."
Jack patted Jill's shoulder in consolation, and said, "We got something a hell of a lot better than a crown now." He cast a significant look at Puss, and the tomcat felt his blood run cold, freezing in his veins.
"No," Puss whispered, practically tripping over his feet as he tried to scramble back. The crme duo advanced, bludgeons made of tree branches with splinters lining the top held at the ready. Puss felt his heart racing, and furtively glanced at the boat, not seeing Perrito anymore.
"A magic cat, with the power to keep you alive forever..." Jack said, his smirk getting even wider. "Who wouldn't want that? Softpaws' got her priorities all messed up."
As Jack and Jill got closer and closer, Puss suddenly twirled around and bolted, running down the shoreline past them. He heard the cackling, and could hear them begin pursuing, their boots loud on the pebbles. The tears that'd been welling in his eyes spilled down his cheeks, streaking the mascara he so attentively applied each morning.
Distantly, he could hear the two taunting him, but their words barely registered as he felt, heart pounding in his head and ears ringing so loudly he couldn't hear anything but that. He was barely paying attention to anything, simply fleeing, each step unsteady in new boots he hadn't had the time to get adjusted to,
In his adrenaline fueled run, he didn't notice the hole in the ground until it was too late.
Puss tumbled down with a shout, pain shooting up hsi left ankle from where he'd stepped into a small hole. He caught himself on his hands, stinging pain erupting in them as they grazed upon the sharp pebbles. He was panting, as he scrambled on the ground, trying to pull himself up.
The tabby grunted in pain as he tugged his leg to free it, but it was to little avail, as it did not budge. He could hear Jack and Jill getting closer, cackling manically, and he scooped up a particularly large rock by him, hefting it into one paw, and priming it to through.
Shhinnk!
Suddenly, Puss heard screams of agony, heard the sound of metal splintering wood and flesh being ripped through. He heard the wet thunk as something impaled a body, as the screams reached their shrill crescendo, before suddenly stopping.
Silence again reigned over the beach, save for the whimpers and sobs Puss could not hold back, as he lay in pain, trembling with wide eyes, staring at where he'd run from. And then, from the fog, emerged a familar figure.
"Papá," Puss sobbed, reaching out to the man with a bloodied paw.
Red eyes shot down to him, a look of frenzied worry on the wolf's face which only grew upon seeing the tabby lying prone. "Puss," Papá returned, just as relieved and desperate, "Oh, mi amor, I'm so sorry, I tried to stop them, I tried so hard-"
The wolf rushed to Puss' side, slipping his sickles, dripping with fluids Puss would rather not think about, into their sheathes. He kneeled beside Puss, large paws hovering over the tiny cat as though unsure of where to touch them. "I'm so sorry, gatito, I hadn't wanted to get too close because you were so upset when I last did, and I did not even notice those... those horrid criminals until it was too late!"
"Papá," Puss sobbed again, reaching out to grab the wolf's poncho, but his paws were grabbed by the man before he could.
The wolf examined the blood on Puss' plush pink paw pads, holding him gently in one paw. "You're bleeding," he remarked, "Where else are you hurt?"
Puss swallowed thickly, before replying in a trembling voice, "M-my ankle. I-its stuck and hurts."
Immediately, Papá's attention went to his leg, and he wrapped a paw around Puss' middle, and another around his stuck leg. Then, he slowly lifted Puss, pausing when the cat yowled in pain, and then continuing to do so, until Puss was entirely out of the hole, and was seated upon his Papá's paw, cradled close to the man's chest.
"You'll be okay," Papá assured him softly, rubbing a finger along Puss' ear, which flicked at the touch. "You don't have to be afraid anymore, darling, Papá is here."
Puss nodded, his throat thick and fat tears rolling down his cheeks. "Where is your friend?" Papá asked, looking around as though concerned, "Softpaws, was it? Was she hurt too?"
The tabby's sobbed harder, bringing his paws to his eyes, paying no mind to the blood. The wolf shifted Puss, gently roking him like a babe, whle he took Puss' paws from his face and wiped tears and blood from his cheeks. "Puss?"
"S-she le-left me!" Puss wailed, sniffling as his nose began to run. He could see his Papá's face, could see the shock, and then resignation upon it.
"Oh, Puss," Papá cooed softly, holding the tabby now in both his paws, cradling him entirely. "I had hoped I was wrong about her. I'm so sorry I wasn't."
"Wh-why did sh-she leave me?" the tabby asked between sobs and hitched breathes.
Papá sighed, and tilted his head down, pressing a kiss between Puss' ears. "Because people out here..." he began in a soft voice, "they're not kind. Especially people like her. They only care about themselves."
"I thought she'd be dif-different," Puss whispered, and the wolf sighed again.
"I'm sorry, gatito," Papá said. "Let's get you home, where it's safe and sound, and no one can hurt you again." With that, the wolf began to slowly lumber towards the forestline, holding the tiny cat gently, and needing no lamp while the moonlight was there to guide his path.
Kitty had left him.
She'd abandoned him for the crown.
Papá had been right all along.
Puss sobbed into his father's chest, clinging to the wolf's poncho, as Papá rubbed his thumb against the tabby's back soothingly, and whistled the low, haunting tune that had comforted Puss for as long as he could remember.
It wasn't quite as comforting as he remembered.
#puss in boots tangled au#puss in boots au#a gift for you!#fic#writing#puss in boots#death puss in boots#kitty softpaws#your tangled au is so cool
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New OC Introductions
The time has come for me to make two Descendants masterlists so expect the second one in a bit but here are the reasons there's more plus a whole new fandom to add to my list
Descendants
Zinnia Hook (Alexandra Shipp FC), Ben or Evie or Uma or some poly combo with the three ship. Daughter of Captain Hook, she always knew there was a difference between her and her siblings. Everyone knew it. But no one would question the girl whose father has a hook for a hand and brother who is the right hand to one of the most feared teens on the Isle. Then she finds her father's old Captain's Log, from long before the Isle, before Peter Pan, and she found the truth. Her mother was a fairy, Zarina, and now she was determined to get off of the Isle and find more information. Luckily, she gets the chance when Prince Ben declares that four Isle kids are being sent to Auradon Prep, she'll just decide to make it five
Serafina Stabbington Chapman (Piper Curda FC), Mal or Jay or maybe an OC ship. Born on the Isle of the Lost, Serafina was the only one that got out young. Of course, this was due to her father not wanting a girl and once he had a chance, him and his brother pushed the young girl onto the barge ship that brings supplies. Scared and hiding, she made her way to Auradon and was already coming to terms with having to find a way to live on her own but instead, she met Merida. Merida who saw the young girl already ready to fight for what she needed and decided that maybe motherhood wouldn't be the worst thing. So Serafina shed the Stabbington name and became the heir to the DunBroch clan overnight. She assimilates well enough, but when Ben decides to bring other Isle kids over, she gets to face the past that pushed her away.
White Collar (because rewatching it has made me very much want some ocs and fics)
Valentine Clarke (Jonathan Bailey FC), Neal Caffrey ship. There were numerous big names in the forgery and heist world, Valentine wasn't one of them. Of course, he only wasn't one because he was excellent at what he did. Valentine Clarke wasn't anyone, he was a ghost. The only name that semi-consistently followed any of his work was just known as Heartbreaker. Other than there were all sorts of names, Edgar Usher, Frank Bridgerton, Bram Carroway, nothing about him ever the same. Except for Neal Caffrey. The two had never officially met, by chance crossing paths at a hotel bar or a museum was it, but they did communicate through their crimes for a time. It wasn't a competition necessarily, but it wasn't exactly a friendship either. And then, nothing. Neal Caffrey was arrested and Valentine went on with his life, albeit missing the fun flirting with him through heists and forgeries. But a case leads Peter and Neal right to Valentine's door.
Marcel Carver (Ben Barnes FC), Neal Caffrey ship. FBI wasn't exactly Marcel's plan, let alone the White Collar unit, but after his career as a young art dealer was cut short due to him unintentionally selling a forgery to a client, he thought it would be better to catch the ones doing the forgeries than be tricked by them. Which proved to be a good career switch, as he was excelling as an agent. And then the impossible happens, Peter Burke gets Neal Caffrey out to help them with cases. Which means Marcel comes face to face with the man who made the very forgery that he sold.
there may potentially be a Neal sister I'm still working on her
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TLOU finale thoughts: Seeing a lot of people arguing about whether Joel made the right decision, or that it is indesputable that he made the wrong decision, and listen, listen...
I have not played the game, I haven't had a PS since the PS2 and my computer can't handle modern games. That's fine. I'm just saying that I don't know how the game presents it, but the show did a fairly good job of convincing me specifically that there's never going to be a cure for this.
In the very first episode, a foremost expert in this field is offered literally any resource by her government to work towards a vaccine, and what does she tell them? You can't make one, that's not how cordyceps and how we interact with them (or aren't supposed to be able to interact with them) works. And when she is offered all the resources they can offer, she opts to go home and spend however long she has left with her family. The episode really fucking sold me on this point.
Fast forward, and we have Dr. NoHypocraticOath lying to a child so he can give her brain surgery that will kill her on purpose. Is he the foremost expert on this shit in North America? Well I don't fucking know--if he had a name I don't recall anyone saying it. Didn't get to see much of his face, but he didn't look Joel's age. It's been 20 years since the apocalypse, does he even have a medical degree? Did he make one up? Did he read some books and decide that he was an expert/had a degree? And even if he does have a medical degree, what does he know that that FOREMOST EXPERT IN EPISODE ONE DID NOT, EVEN WITH UNLIMITED RESOURCES OFFERED?
And let's be real, since we are talking about resources. Expert in episode one was like...the amount is NONE. NONE resources will be required because we are literally all going to die, you can't make a vaccine for this shit. Would she have changed her tune if Ellie had been alive then and available? I'm not sure the answer is yes!
But Dr. Childmurder is like yeaaah I think we can pull this off in this extremely unsanitary operating room in this burnt out pediatrics ward using equipment that may not even run properly because anyone who knew how to service it is probably dead. DOUBT!
Now, I guess you can argue that Joel doesn't know about that lady in episode one. He was on the other side of the world and never met her, probably wouldn't have even seen her on TV because she was spending her last moments with family. He's running on limited info, you could say, and I suppose you could argue that because he doesn't know this, he's in the wrong because for all he knows, maybe Dr. Stabbington McBraintheif had the right idea! He should have believe Marlene when she said it was for the best!
And to that I say...again, no. Joel's maybe not a rocket scientist, but he is a survivor before anything else. Even if he wasn't emotionally compromised and his ability to not crumble wasn't all in on Keeping This One Kid Alive, he's been built up to be competent enough to sniff out shoddy reasoning, bullshit and decisions made out of desperation rather than sense. If I can look at this shitty hospital and these garbo conditions and these desperate people who have elected not to inform someone volunteering to help that they've decided to just kill her and hope this works and think that that's super fucking suspicious, then Joel can too, and should have, and did.
Do I agree that lying to Ellie was the best way to cap that off? No. Their entire relationship has been based off of being truthful even when the truth was mean, and being real and him not treating her like an actual child. Whatever's going to happen in season 2 is probably going to be super fucked up, it's probably going to hinge on that lie, and it probably could have been completely avoided if Joel had just said, "I woke up and Marlene wouldn't take me to you. She proceeded to tell me that she'd tricked you into thinking you were having some tests done, but that they were literally just going to kill you. Maybe you would have wanted that, if they'd asked you! But that was the biggest fucking red flag, and there were A Lot of red flags, from the Doctor willing to just flat out murder you looking not old enough to have gotten his pediatric brian surgery degree before colleges stopped being a thing to the shoddy equipment to the fact that they literally tried to bribe me and when I was like absofuckinlutely not, she started to march me out to the highway and told them to shoot me if I at all deviated from that path. Isn't that completely fucked up?" Because even if Ellie was mad about that, she has generally respected Joel's opinions on people and things and probably would have forgiven him eventually for killing them.
But yeah--maybe it's different in the game and for all I know someone does manage to synthesize a vaccine form Ellie's brain at the end of the second one. But the show? Has made it pretty clear that Marlene's cure was a last ditch attempt to find a cure and there was zero guarantee it went anywhere. I see a lot of people addressing this like the cure would have definitely been able to be made, but there was like...zero evidence to suggest that this wouldn't have just been a total waste that also killed a beloved child, and making the call Joel did was objectively the right decision based on the info he had at the time, and based on literally everything else the plot has told us about cordyceps for the entire season.
If you were for some reason convinced that the cure had even a tiny chance of being synthesized form this, you're welcome to explain it to me. I just can't see it!
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A Few years ago
*Walks into the room*
You summoned me master?
Baron: Yes, I need to talk to Ryder and you about something very important. Go call Ryder and bring him here.
*Sneer*
Baron, I’m sure whatever task you need done I can do it. We don’t need Ryder, he’ll just get In the way, surely I can get what you need without Ryder.
Baron: Axis you are the best and most loyal thief, but I see a lot if potential in Ryder that we could use. I want you to take Ryder.
*sighs *
As you wish..
*Walks out with a annoyed expression*
Pfft Ryder, what kind of “Potential” could he have that I don’t already have?
[Walks into the room where all the hired thief’s stay. He sees Ryder and Weasel playing a game of darts.]
Ryder The Baron would like to speak to us, I’ve come as he asked me to come get you.
#A Heist gone wrong: Thread#tangled rp blogs#Flynn Ryder#Axis#tts the baron#he hates competition#this was before he met the stabbingtons
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tangled aus going great
recap for the people who dont feel like reading all my posts about it under the cut :]
tommy is rapunzel and gman is mother gotheL (but hes not abusive/neglectful like she is, just a misguided parent.... he genuinely just wants to keep tommy safe.... idk how he came into possession of tommy tho :| ). SUNKIST IS PASCAL SIZED. tommys hair isnt golden like rapunzels but when he uses its power it turns golden... his eyes are also golden :]!
benrey is eugene. i considered making him human and giving him some kind of helmet to explain away the shadow but then i realized having him still be an eldritch being that no one bats an eye at was fucking hilarious
gordon takes the role of max but since max is a horse and i wasnt willing to go through the horrors of drawing gordon as a fucking horse he becomes a member of the royal guard who has some kind of vendetta against benrey. joshua is his horse :]
coomer and bubby i didnt draw but they are both patrons of the snuggly duckling :] which probably has a different name (black mesa?? thats dumb but smth) in this au.
forzen is benreys ex partner in crime similar to the stabbingtons
darnold is varian (from the series) but like. i want him to be met before like the ending of the original movie u know what i mean. but idk how he fits into the story like that. oh well
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since i’m thinking about it rn
javid as flynn and rapunzel cause you said it in the discord and i’m crying about it
specifically the ‘i see the light’ scene and the reunion
go crazy babes ily
ok chandler im so sorry bc i genuinely DO wanna talk abt the ‘i see the light’ scene and the reunion but im gonna use this ask as an excuse to Explain The AU !! FIRT OF ALL: though this is BASED on tangled, i’m getting rid of the magic hair portion of the plot !! HOWEVER, the rest of the plot and character parallels are still the same! so i guess this is just,, a tangled-inspired royal au, without the stuff that makes tangled, Tangled.
CHARACTERS:
Rapunzel: David Jacobs
Flynn Rider/Eugene Fitzherbert: Jack Kelly/Francisco Sullivan
Mother Gothel: Snyder
King Frederic: Mayer Jacobs
Queen Arianna: Esther Jacobs
The Stabbington Brothers: Oscar and Morris Delancey
ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS:
Sarah and Les Jacobs, David’s long-lost siblings
The other newsies as kids in Jack’s orphanage/’ruffians’ at The Snuggly Duckling
BASIC PLOT:
SO, in case you guys don’t know Tangled canon:
David is the son of Esther and Mayer Jacobs, the Queen and King of the kingdom of Corona. David also has a twin sister, Sarah, who was born just a few minutes after he was.
Unfortunately, though, David was kidnapped at a very young age by a man named Warren Snyder.
This kidnapping is the result of a personal vendetta against King Mayer; perhaps Mayer put a law into place that caused an unwanted effect on something Snyder held dear.
Because David was so young, he doesn’t remember life before Snyder, who raises him like a son.
The next eighteen years pass with David living with Snyder, locked in a tower far from the kingdom; but, again, David is taught to believe that Snyder is his father figure, and he doesn’t question life on the outside often, until David’s eighteenth birthday, when he asks to go outside for just a night to see the lanterns from the palace- in remembrance of the lost prince.
Until Jack Kelly comes across the tower while hiding from the Royal Guard, from which he’s stolen a crown.
Not just any crown, though; the lost Prince’s crown.
David uses this crown as leverage to con Jack into taking David to see the lanterns, and on the way, they’re met with a fast-developing friendship, even faster-developing feelings, and trials and tribulations that neither expected.
When all’s said and done, David takes his rightful place as a member of the royal family once again... but his challenges aren’t over yet.
PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND ASKS ABOUT THIS AU BECAUSE OHHHH MY GOD !!!!
#chandler tag#newsies#jack kelly#david jacobs#davey jacobs#javid#javey#sarah jacobs#les jacobs#warren snyder#esther jacobs#mayer jacobs#delancey brothers#newsies live#livesies#toursies#92sies#newsies 1992#newsies au#newsies headcanons#headcanons#jac writes#ask a jac !#tangled au
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rooftop
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Summary: The night before he marries Rapunzel, Eugene sits on the palace roof and finds himself with unexpected company. Eugene-centric.
Warnings: brief mention/gesture to Rapunzel’s abuse, some discussion of Eugene’s upbringing as an orphan, self-doubt and tangential themes, Eugene is not as confident as he seems in himself but he gets some reassurance, dialogue-heavy, introspective for Eugene and his relationship to Rapunzel, overall v soft, Eugene almost cries but doesn’t.
A/N: Basically, I decided there were elements of Eugene and his relationship to this character that the canon content doesn’t really address much, and I really wanted to explore potential for their dynamic.
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Eugene liked the palace roof, especially at night.
He couldn’t explain why, exactly. He supposes the habit had started when he and Rapunzel had first arrived at the palace. Eugene hadn’t slept particularly well those first several weeks; nightmares that didn’t involve a knife in his gut usually were filled with Rapunzel’s muffled scream. Add that to the fact that Eugene’s body hadn’t yet caught on to the whole ‘it’s okay to sleep near royal guards’ idea, and Eugene didn’t get much sleep at first. The roof had been one of the few places in the palace that he’d known how to get to already, thanks to his escapade with the Stabbington Brothers. It’d also had the added appeal of the promise of fresh air and quiet.
Even when the nightmares eventually eased and his fight-or-flight stopped kicking in every time so much as saw a guard, Eugene found himself drawn to the roof. He liked the near bird’s-eye view of the kingdom, and even in the dark of night, the stars just seemed brighter to him up here. The late summer air breezes through loose strands of his brown hair and Eugene takes a deep breath as tension eases from his shoulders.
“Wedding jitters?”
Eugene jumps at the unexpected voice, glancing over his shoulder. It’s well past midnight. He hadn’t expected anyone to be up here. And even if he had, the last person he expected to interrupt his evening was the queen.
“Your Majesty,” Eugene says quickly, moving to push himself to his feet before Queen Arianna stops him by lifting her hand. She’s in the purple gown she’d been wearing earlier in the day, but her hair is loose from its usual half-pulled-back regal style. It is almost startling to see her so… normal.
“Please,” she says, shaking her head. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” She nods to the space beside him. “Can I join you?”
“Of course.”
Eugene sits up a bit more as the queen settles herself beside him. For a long moment, neither of them says anything. Eugene listens to the quiet hoot of an owl and the very distant chirp of crickets. The thumb of his left hand skims his ring finger almost absent-mindedly.
“Did you ever learn to find constellations?” the queen asks after a moment.
Eugene glances at her, then follows her gaze to the sky above them. “A few,” he answers, realizing very suddenly that he can’t remember the last time he had a one-on-one conversation with her Majesty the Queen. It makes him suddenly nervous. “Some of the older kids at the orphanage used to use them to tell stories.”
The queen hums. When Eugene glances over quickly, she’s smiling faintly. “When my sister and I were children, we’d make up stories for the stars. It wasn’t until I was older that I learned some of the actual mythology.”
Eugene glances down at his hands. “The first time I’d read anything formal on the stars was—” he falters, “was when Rapunzel and I were first in Corona.”
“It is strange to think that Rapunzel was within our city walls for an entire day before we’d even realized.”
A part of Eugene wonders quietly if perhaps Rapunzel might’ve been sooner reunited with her parents if they hadn’t been ducking and dodging guards left and right that day. Even though none of them—not even Rapunzel—knew at the time that she was the Lost Princess, Eugene remembers how the Queen had taken one look at her daughter and seemed to just… know.
“We didn’t know,” Eugene says, “who Rapunzel was.”
“I know,” she replies easily. “In a strange way, I think it was best that Rapunzel experienced our kingdom as a member of it, as part of the city’s community, before she knew she was to rule it.”
Eugene’s mouth quirks fondly at the memory. He remembers the way her tongue poked out between her lips when she’d painted the crest of Corona in the street. He remembers her gasp of wonder when he’d showed her Corona’s library. And then, of course, how she’d managed to get an entire city square full of people to join her in a dance. Even Eugene himself, who hadn’t danced in many years.
“She really fell in love with the people of Corona that day,” Eugene tells her softly.
Eugene senses more than sees the way the queen glances at him. “From what she’s told me, it wasn’t just the people of Corona she fell in love with that day.”
Eugene feels his cheeks warm, and he’s suddenly grateful for the cover of night. His thumb skims his left ring finger again, his heart giving a small squeeze at the words.
He clears his throat. “She, ah—she wasn’t the only one.”
The queen hums again, but when Eugene looks over at her, her smile is soft and her gaze is trained out over her kingdom. “Are you nervous for tomorrow, Eugene?”
He pauses before he answers. He looks back out over the kingdom. If the queen had asked him at any other point during the day, he’s pretty sure he would have answered immediately. Of course not! But the night makes him want to be more fully honest. Eugene wonders if the tiredness lowers his defenses. Or if the dark offers an illusion of safety. Or if the quiet of the world in nightfall forces a gravity to the words spoken in it. Eugene doesn’t know.
But he’d be lying if he said that there wasn’t a part of him that was nervous. Though now, it was more about remembering his vows and the toast the groom was expected to deliver. The details. The only detail Eugene wasn’t nervous about was the rings, as he’d put Max and Pascal in charge of those. But the idea of getting married? To Rapunzel? That… made a warm, fluttery feeling expand in Eugene’s chest that he knew to be excitement, not nerves.
“Not for the reasons I’d thought I’d be,” he answers eventually. “If you’d asked me five years ago if I’d be nervous the night before my wedding, I would probably laugh at you first.”
“Marriage wasn’t something you wanted?”
“Well, it…” He sighs. It wasn’t that he didn’t want it. It was more… “I wouldn’t have considered it as something meant for me.”
Marriage meant several things needed to be true. He’d have to want to settle down. He’d have to fall in love. And he’d have to have that person fall in love with him in return. Five years ago, none of those things had seemed attainable for him. He hadn’t even dared to dream that perhaps they could be some day. Instead, he’d convinced himself that security could be found in the accumulation of wealth. After all, it seemed to have worked for Flynnigan Rider.
But then he’d met Rapunzel. And everything he’d convinced himself of had been turned upside down.
“Something must have changed your mind.”
“Rapunzel,” Eugene answers without hesitation. “Rapunzel changed everything.”
Queen Arianna chuckles softly. “Yes, I seem to remember you had been a wanted thief prior to your return with my daughter.”
Eugene ducks his head sheepishly, turning his gaze to distant, silhouette figures of citizens moving through the streets of Corona below them. He can feel the careful gaze of the queen on him and it makes him feel, not for the first time, uncharacteristically self-conscious. He knew how the king felt about him, but Eugene had always had a harder time reading the queen.
“Well, what can I say?” Eugene rubs the back of his neck. “Rapunzel brought out the best in me. She continues to do so, every day.”
There’s a brief, thoughtful pause. “You know, I’ve never truly known my daughter without you there too. But I can see how you bring out the best in her, too.”
That brings Eugene up short. It certainly hadn’t been what he expected. “That’s… kind of you, Your Highness,” he decides. It’s a nice thought, Eugene thinks, and one that he desperately wants to believe. But Eugene can’t help the haze of self-doubt that lingers in the back of his mind, formed from years of experience and countless voices insisting he wasn’t enough for his parents, wasn’t enough to be adopted, wasn’t enough—
“You may not always believe it,” the queen interrupts as if she can read his mind. Eugene startles, then stares at her as she continues. “But it’s true. Rapunzel doesn’t talk much about her childhood, and when she does, we both know she tends to gloss over a lot of the… unpleasant details. But from the little that she has shared, it’s become clear that for a long time, Rapunzel didn’t have someone who truly believed in her. Who looked out for her in a way that encouraged her strength and independence, rather than hiding her away.”
“I—”
“You believed in her when others doubted,” she presses on, “You believed in her when doubt in herself was all she’d been taught. You looked at my daughter and… saw there was more in her.”
Eugene looks at the queen, wide-eyed. He opens his mouth to reply (because of course, of course he believed in Rapunzel, he always had and always would) but words get lost somewhere on the way up his throat, which is growing unexpectedly tight.
The queen meets his eyes, her green eyes sparkling in the dark. “You two bring out the best in each other, Eugene.”
Eugene is certain now that his face must be bright red. He wonders if she can tell in the dark. “I, um… I…” he pauses, then swallows thickly. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
The corner of the queen’s lips curl up in a soft smile. “I only speak the truth. Frederic and I fought against all odds to keep hope alive that our daughter would one day come back. It was shock enough when she did. I never, in a million years, would have expected that on the same day I get my daughter back, I’d also be gaining a son.”
Eugene freezes, his heart giving an unexpectedly warm squeeze.
“I know you are in your twenties,” she adds, oblivious to the way Eugene’s eyes are beginning to sting the faintest bit, “and I know you spent your childhood believing yourself to be an orphan. I know you’ve recently been reunited with your birth father. I know all of that, and I apologize if I am crossing any lines, but… should you find yourself wanting a mom, Eugene… just know that I already consider you my son.”
The edges of Eugene’s vision begin to blur and he blinks quickly to clear it. He had spent his entire life either wishing for a mom or berating himself as weak for wanting one in the first place. He is 26 but he feels very suddenly like he is a small child again, wondering—for the millionth time—what it might feel like to be hugged by his mom.
He should say something, he realizes, but his throat is still too tight for all the things he thinks he should say.
When he does eventually speak, his voice sounds a bit thick even to his own ears. “Well, I… That is, when Rapunzel and I were looking at Corona wedding customs, we saw that the bride and her father usually share in a dance, followed by, um, the groom and his mother. We, ah… we were going to forgo that last part, but… and I know it’s short notice, but… that is, Your Highness—”
“Eugene,” she interrupts, but gently, “I would love to share in the mother-son dance with you.”
Eugene releases a breath and smiles. “Great.” He swallows again, then pushes himself to his feet. “Well, big day tomorrow. I should probably get some rest.”
She nods. “Goodnight, Eugene.”
Eugene’s smile grows a bit more. “Goodnight, mom.”
#tangled#tts#tangled fanfiction#new dream#eugene fitzherbert#eugene fitzherbert fanfiction#queen arianna#abuse mention
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Only Fools Do What I Do
listen i know i said i wasnt going to make anything for today but i started thinking about this last night right before i fell asleep and i really wanted to make it :)
word count: 2055
relationship: eugene/rapunzel
description: Right after Eugene "left" Rapunzel, they both need to come to terms with their separation and loss of hope. Rapunzel travels back to her tower, and Eugene is stuck in a prison cell. All they can do is think of each other and reflect on where they went wrong.
@autumn-ravenclaw @gleamful-lanterns for new dream appreciation week day 3- date (he calls the day they met a date so im counting it lol).
title inspired by FOOLS by Troye Sivan
AO3
Rapunzel felt like an idiot.
Mother had told her that the world was cruel, yet she still had the nerve to be surprised. She should have known better. If she had never left her tower in the first place, she wouldn’t be hurting like this right now. It would have been better to just listen to what her Mother told her.
She could have given Eugene his satchel back as soon as she realized that he wasn’t after her hair. She could have even gone back on one of the many instances he tried to convince her to. She was stubborn and didn’t listen to anything but her own naive thoughts about the world.
And look where that got her.
She hadn’t slept all night. She and her Mother were traveling back to the tower after the disaster that was her trip outside. Mother had tried to tell her that he was just using her, but she refused to listen.
She realized she was still gripping tightly onto the small flag of the kingdom Eugene had bought her. She hid it away, making sure Mother wouldn’t see it and take it away from her. She just wanted one small reminder that it was real, that she really did leave her tower.
But was any of it real? Had he really been manipulating her that entire time?
The previous night at the campfire had felt genuine. She thought that they had truly connected. And they had spent the entire day in town together. That had easily been the best day of her life, and she knew she would keep that memory held in her heart forever. She just thought that he had felt the same way. Every time he had smiled at her and she felt her heart flutter, was that really all part of the ruse?
As she ran her thumb over the small piece of cloth she held in her hand, she tried to be angry at Eugene. Of course she should be mad. He had left her behind, and had told those ruffians about her hair. The memory of him sailing away, crown in hand, was burned into her mind. He had made her trust him just to betray that trust.
Mother told her that she shouldn’t have expected anything more from a conman, and maybe she was right. He never really cared about her, and he had sold her out at the first opportunity he got.
It just didn’t add up. He had the crown, she had given it to him. If that was all he was after, why tell the thugs about her hair? Did he really want to add salt to the wound that badly? Eugene wouldn’t do that. Or maybe he would. Apparently he had been lying to her the whole time, so she didn’t even know what he was really like.
Her mind wandered to their moment underneath the glow of the lanterns. 18 years of dreaming culminating into one perfect moment, and she spent it with him. She remembered everything he had said to her, and the way she felt alive, maybe for the first time, sitting near him and looking into his eyes.
She had misread the signals. Mother had told her time and time again that she was too naive to be in the world, and this was why. She had thought Eugene could really care about her, but it had all been a scam.
Just that thought made her eyes well up with tears. She tried to blink them away, but they were already quietly streaming down her face.
He never cared about her. All their time together had been a lie. Their time together at the campfire. Their day in town. Their almost-kiss under the lanterns. It had all been a part of his scheme to get the crown back.
Her Mother had stayed quiet their entire walk home. Rapunzel knew she was disappointed. Not only had she betrayed her Mother’s wishes, she had also forgotten everything Mother had ever told her about the world.
She tried to wipe away the tears that continued to fall down her face, but they wouldn’t stop. Every breath hurt to take. Every step felt like a mile. The grass she had been so excited to walk on now seemed like it was mocking her from under her feet.
The world was just as cruel as Mother had described, and she had fallen into its trap. She was stupid to believe she could be any different than what Mother had always told her she was.
When they finally arrived back at the tower, the sun was starting to peak up in the sky. Mother took a deep breath. “Here we are, safely home again!” she singsonged.
Home. The tower was the only home she had ever known, but it didn’t feel like home anymore. She had felt so at home with Eugene in just the span of a few days. Now that she was back at the tower, it felt distant and foreign. She couldn’t remember a time that she really felt happy inside the tower. At least not as happy as she had felt outside of it.
She took a shaky breath, wishing that she could stop crying. It felt like there was a hold in her chest as she remembered what the past few days had been. She was so happy. But none of it was real.
Her Mother groaned beside her. “Oh, please, Rapunzel, will you stop crying? It’s very unbecoming,” she berated. “Besides, you have no right to be upset. I told you what would happen, why are you surprised?”
Rapunzel sniffed and nodded, trying to brush away her tears yet again. “I’m sorry, Mother.”
Mother hummed in acceptance, then started leading her back towards the tower. “Come, come, My Flower, let’s get that dreadful braid out of your hair.”
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Eugene felt like an idiot.
She was in danger right now, and it was all his fault. He should have known that the Stabbingtons wouldn’t be very accepting of his change in heart. If they hurt her, he was the reason why. She would have never gotten caught up in this mess if it weren’t for him.
He could have just thrown the satchel towards the Stabbingtons and left, not bothering to make conversation with them. Hell, he could have thrown the satchel into the water the second she tried to give it to him.
He should have at least told her where he was going. Now not only is she in danger, she thinks that he had given her up. Maybe he didn’t deserve for her to know the truth, though. No matter his intentions, it was his fault that she was at the hands of the Stabbingtons now. She had every right to hate him for that.
He hadn’t slept all night. Distantly, he realized his hand was stinging. He was pretty sure he had punched a wall in frustration earlier, but his mind was racing and everything that had happened since he had woken up tied to the boat was a blur. He had been pacing this tiny cell for hours trying to think of a solution. He couldn’t escape, not for lack of trying. He had wanted to pick the lock to get out and find her, but there were guards on every side of the corridor. He had no chance of getting out unseen.
He had even tried to talk to the guards and try to get them to let him go, but they refused to hear him. He honestly couldn’t blame them though. Saying that he needed to leave because the Stabbingtons had kidnapped a girl for her magic hair sounded a little bit crazy.
She didn’t deserve any of this. She was the best person he had ever met. She could light up the world just by smiling. She had just gotten to experience the world for the first time, and now she was going to be torn away from it. All because of him.
There was no way for him to know where she was, or if she was okay. He hoped she was able to get away from the Stabbingtons, but he honestly doubted it. The Stabbingtons were not above hurting her to overpower her if she had something they wanted. And clearly, she did have something they wanted.
How did they even know? Were they following him the whole time? Maybe they had been there when she healed his hand and told him about her power. But if that was the case, why would they wait so long to reveal themselves? Surely it would have been easier to take them by surprise at the campsite.
Nothing was adding up, but his thoughts were too clouded to try to piece everything together. The only thing he could think about was the fact that Rapunzel was in danger and there was nothing he could do about it.
He wanted to take a breath, but his body wouldn’t let him. He just continued his nervous pacing back and forth as if that would help him come to a solution. He couldn’t stop imagining her, lost and hurt somewhere and wishing for some way out.
He hoped she was cursing his name right now. He hoped she was angry, wishing that she never met him. He hoped she hated him as much as he hated himself. Because he deserved for her to hate him, and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he thought that she didn’t hate him for everything he has done.
A lump started to build up in his throat. He tried to ignore it or swallow it away, but it was overwhelming all his senses. It had been years since he let himself cry, and he didn’t want to start now. But his face was heating up and the tears were making their way out.
All at once, it was like all the feelings he had kept at bay for all these years were flowing out of him. He cried because he was alone in this cell, he cried because she was in danger wherever she was, he cried because there was nothing he could do anymore. He had fucked up, and there was no turning back.
He tried to quell his sobs to no avail. The universe kept dealing out more blows, and his brain was screaming at him. Every decision he had made led to her getting taken by the Stabbingtons. If he hadn’t even started thieving 15 years ago, she would be safe and okay right now. It wasn’t fair that she was paying for his mistakes.
The tears rolled down his face and hit the dusty cell floor below him. His entire body was shaking, and all he wanted to do was scream and cry and curl up in a ball until everything was okay.
He couldn’t help her. He couldn’t do anything. He had been useless all his life, and the only good thing he had ever done was help her see the world outside that god awful tower, and even then she did most of that on her own. If anything, he had been a hindrance to her.
He furiously tried to rub his eyes to stop the tears that wouldn’t stop coming. Why couldn’t he have been better? Why didn’t he do more to stop the Stabbingtons?
One question had been running through his mind all night, and he had been chastising himself over and over. Why didn’t he kiss her when he got the chance?
That was the least of his worries, but the question was still haunting him. He would likely never get the chance again, and he had the opportunity to right there. It was the most simple mistake he made, and it might not have made a difference, but now he just has to live with the fact that he could have and he didn’t.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the door to his cell open. He turned to see the Captain standing in the doorway. “Let’s get this over with, Rider.”
“Where are we going?” he asked, though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer. The Captain’s silence confirmed his suspicions. “Oh.”
#ah yeah the classic post first date deathly despair#New Dream Appreciation Week#tangled#new dream#fanfic#my writing
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FINALLY UPDATED after approximately 100000 years. xD
Tangled Just Before Ever After
Words: 4730
Chapters: 2/?
Overall Summary:
Have you ever wondered what happened to Rapunzel and Eugene immediately following their first kiss in the Tower?
How they explained to one another the ways they discovered the depth of Gothel's evilness and duplicity?
How they managed to convince the Captain of the Guard that Flynn Rider was suddenly no longer a threat?
“Look at this!” Rapunzel exclaimed, surprised, as she traced out an invisible line across his palm. “There’s some of those magicky healing sparks left on your hand.” The young woman pulled back her own hand so he could see and sure enough, Eugene spied some faint twinkling beneath the very top layer of his skin. “Whaddyaknow?” he shrugged. “Huh.” A thought occurred to him and Eugene wondered if the glittery effect was now permanent. He surmised that it shouldn’t be and that it’d wear off soon enough...hopefully.
Chapter Two: The Lock-Picking Frog
Eugene and Rapunzel sat down together on one of the lower steps of the Tower’s inner staircase. She took his left hand in her lap, turned it palm upwards, and said, “Wait a minute….” brought up the same hand closer to her face and peered at it quizzically.
“I wonder…..” Rapunzel quickly let go his hand and reached across Eugene’s waist, her own left hand now hovering over the rips in his doublet and shirt where Gothel’s dagger had pierced him. And although she blushed a very lovely shade of pink upon asking him, the princess asked, “May I?” while pointing to his right flank.
And Eugene couldn’t mask his curiosity; his eyebrows arose right along with his elbows as he gave Rapunzel better access to his midsection. Far be it from him to stop the beautifullest young woman of his dreams from unfastening his doublet untucking his shirt for him. And although Eugene politely looked elsewhere partly for her sake, and partly for fear he might lose his gallant resolve…. He still very much wanted to say something cheeky or pithy or romantic or --
“Looks like my theory is correct,” reported Rapunzel. “Hmm?” Eugene was bewildered and his brow furrowed. “Theory?” he echoed, not entirely able to hide his disappointment at the aloofness of her reply. This wasn’t what he’d expected from this interaction at all. Eugene supposed he should’ve known better.
“Uhmmm,” said Rapunzel, suddenly shy again, “Well, I had guessed that the places on your body where you’ve been wounded the worst and most recently would therefore most likely possess some residual magic.” She sat back up and pointed toward his torso, “Looks like I was correct.”
And Eugene raised his shirt to look down at the place where the mortal wound once was, glimpsing for himself the same shimmering phenom of which Rapunzel spoke. That particular sparkling penetrated far deeper into his flank than what appeared near the surface of his palm, however.
Rapunzel kissed the inside of her hand and gently caressed the healed area on Eugene's side with those same fingertips. It was a gesture so pure and tender that again he found his heart melting with just how gentle she was with him -- the hardened criminal. Because this particular sensation…..what he felt now, what he’d felt when Rapunzel was tracing and kissing every inch of his face, and especially when Rapunzel had initially and carefully healed the palm of his hand two days before….it was so fantastic and new. And what Eugene could not have known then is that he was positively starving for it. He soaked up every drop of her kindness as if she were the sole oasis in his desert of loneliness. It’s why the young man knew he couldn’t let her walk away from him even after their special night of lanterns had concluded.
For Rapunzel hadn’t merely healed his largest mortal wound with her tears or the slicing through his palm with her hair. Without disdain or mockery or any form of guile, this unassuming young woman was healing parts of Eugene that he hadn’t even realized were chronically aching and long ago flayed raw in the first place. He had become numb and oblivious to all of it. Yet this impossibly kind and loving young soul was offering unconditional acceptance to Flynn Rider, the misunderstood career criminal whom everyone in all the seven kingdoms (and beyond) had come to loathe. Since the moment he met her, Rapunzel’s mere presence had become like sweet salve for his bruised soul. Even if it took Eugene the rest of his life, he vowed to himself that he would strive to be worthy of his dearest Rapunzel.
Eugene carefully gathered up Rapunzel under his arm and she leaned into him as they embraced again. Rapunzel was….almost impossibly genuine. Is this what real love has always felt like??, he mused. There’d been times Eugene had experienced such deep sadness and devastation in his life that it felt like his heart would certainly break. In fact, he had experienced that exact emotion as recently as that very morning during his imprisonment….. And it wasn’t because he feared dying…..it’s because he was all but certain he’d never see Rapunzel again. Never get to rescue her from wherever the Stabbingtons had gone off with her.
Prior to meeting Rapunzel, Eugene hadn’t ever experienced so much love and peace and contentment, it seemed as if his heart might burst from inability to contain itself. Once again, he appeared to have dozed off with Rapunzel squished up against him. Eugene yawned tiredly, internally berating himself and wondering why on earth he was so exhausted…. Until realization finally dawned that it had been over 24 hours since either he or Rapunzel had been able to get any sleep or rest whatsoever. It appeared to have finally caught up to them now that the worst of the danger had passed.
“So...how did you figure it all out?” Rapunzel asked softly, still holding him close with her head nestled against his chest. “It had to be pretty early on. Especially considering our entire first discussion regarding ‘backstory’....” And Eugene chuckled.
“You’re right, you’re right,” he replied. “I had definitely begun to suspect something was up by the time we were running through that underground escape system. There were just too many coincidences. A few being that: a.) it was the 18th year of Corona’s lantern festival and you just happened to be turning 18; b.) magicalness notwithstanding nobody else in the whole world had hair like yours -- its length and tensile strength belied its beaming gossamer beauty; c.) I’ve seen children -- even young adults -- utterly terrified of their parents, and for good reason; while I originally thought it was just a figure of speech when you said you “never left the tower”, I came to know you were being quite literal...therefore d.) you had further cemented my belief that you are Corona’s princess when you shared with me the ways in which your magical hair worked.
Suddenly, some insistent squeaking noises in front of them on the floor broke into the conversation. Eugene’s head whipped toward his right and looked down.
“Well, hullo there, Li’l Froggy,” he greeted Pascal warmly. This caused Pascal to glance over at Rapunzel with a wry look as he sighed long-sufferingly. “Yup. I think you’re stuck with it now, Pascal,” Rapunzel agreed. Pascal held out his claws heavenward, shrugged, and then hopped up on Eugene’s free wrist and scaled up toward his left shoulder, around his neck, finally perching on Eugene’s right shoulder. He squeaked something lengthy to Eugene. And Eugene, who wasn’t yet fully versed in Pascallese, had to ask Rapunzel to interpret.
“First of all,” Rapunzel began, “he says that ‘Frog’ is a rather insulting nickname but he’ll cut you some slack, being that you died, came back, and fainted all in the past 30 minutes.”
“Whoa-ho! Well, thanks for that vote of confidence,” a smirking Eugene sarcastically replied to the cheeky lizard on his shoulder.
“Second of all, while you and I were...talking,” continued Rapunzel, “Pascal scared up that hairpin and sewing needle you’d mentioned needing for picking locks. He says if you hold up your wrist with the shackle and instruct him right now in real time, he’s willing to help pick that lock with you,” and Rapunzel grinned.
“A lock-picking frog, eh?” Eugene marvelled, in spite of himself. He couldn’t help it -- the still-too-loud-Flynn Rider half of his brain was going wild considering that potential. “That is definitely gonna come in handy someday, ” he said with a faint smile on his face.
Eugene grabbed in his left hand the hairpin that Pascal had brought. The young man made sure it was bent crookedly in a certain way at one end and handed it back to Pascal. Next Eugene held up his shackled wrist and proceeded to coach the little chameleon in how to use the tricks of a thief’s trade. Twice more, Eugene modified the end of the hairpin, always handing it back to Pascal. Within about 90 seconds, the rusted manacle had popped open and slid off Eugene’s wrist onto the floor…..where he couldn’t help but notice a blood stain on the nearby tile below.
To divert Rapunzel’s attention (and his own), Eugene hastily put his boot over the top of the stain and made a big show of finally being free of the manacle. “Ahhh!!” he massaged his right wrist, “that’s more like it! Tiny high-fives, Froggy!” Eugene reached out his index finger toward Pascal who was still perched upon his right shoulder. The chameleon then “fived” Eugene’s fingertip with his bitzy claw.
Rapunzel helped Eugene all the way to his feet and with great relief, he stretched his long legs and even longer back all the way up to his full considerable height. As he was stretching over backward, allowing his spine some satisfying cracks, Eugene surprisingly felt someone touching his bare skin and stole a downward glance at Rapunzel, who was once again examining the former wound in his side.
The young woman noticed a bit too late that she’d already been seen. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Eugene had stopped stretching and was now peering down at her. Rapunzel instantly withdrew her hands as that now familiar delightful shade of pink blossomed under her freckles and she mumbled an apology. She instinctively backed away a step, looked up, and said, "You're even taller than I remembered."
#Tangled fanfiction#my fanfiction#Rapunzel + Eugene#TJBEA#rta#Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure#Pascal chameleon#Frog#Tangled the series#TTS#eugene fitzherbert#eugene
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An Unwilling Accomplice
Inspired by another @wheredomelodiescomefrom picture (link). I had fun writing this one. Even more fun, as I actually had a dream how it would go before actually writing it ;) Hope you guys like it.
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“Okay, when the guards come, I’ll distract them and you two grab the keys.” Varian repeated for the uptenth time.
“And why shouldn’t we distract the guards while you get the keys?” One of his inmates asked and Varian groaned inwardly.
“Because you two can’t hold a conversation without looking suspicious, Sideburns.” He replied, annoyance seeping through his teeth. “While I was able to convince the Princess, stealing the Sundrop Flower is the best course of action.”
Two redheads exchanged glances, still not entirely convinced. Varian sighed. They were so close to escaping, he can’t let those two idiots ruin it.
“Besides, you have more experience in stealing than I do.” He tried a different approach and that seemed to do the trick. The brothers looked at each other and finally nodded.
Just in time, as soon they heard the rustling of armour and the guard appeared in their view. Varian smirked as he noticed it was the same guard that took truth-serum cookies from him and gave it to the whole castle stuff. This is going to be easier than anticipated.
“This is going to backfire bad, kid.” He heard a voice of another prisoner and he growled.
“Shut up, Andrew.” The alchemist hissed and nodded at the Stabbington brothers, before turning to the guard who was just passing by their cell. “Hey there. Pete, wasn’t it?”
The guard stopped and looked at him surprised and somewhat cautious.
“Um… you need something, Varian?” Pete asked and Varian smiled as innocent as he could.
“Only talk. You can’t really have a proper conversation with these guys.” He nodded his head at his inmates. “You, on the other hand, struck me as intelligent.”
“You really think so?” The man beamed at the compliment and Varian refrained from smirking. This was just too easy.
“Of course! Trust me, I know a genius mind when I see one.” The alchemist flashed him a genuine-looking smile, eyeing his inmates cautiously.
Pete started rambling something that probably was supposed to be smart. Varian only half-listened to the guard, making sure to nod and comment at right times to not raise suspicion. Finally, he saw Patchy closing his hand around the key ring and gently tugging it off, hiding it in his pocket.
“Well, it’s nice to hold a properly intelligent conversation once in a while, but I don’t want you to get in trouble for talking to me.” Varian cut off Pete’s rambling, trying to sound genuinely concerned.
“Oh, you’re right. I’m still on duty.” The guard laughed and Varian suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. The guy was an idiot. “Well, see you around, Varian.”
The man waved his hand and strolled away, not noticing the lack of keys at his belt. Varian sighed and rubbed his temples. Good he only paid half attention to his rambling. He turned to the Stabbingtons and smirked.
“So… tonight?” He asked and they laughed and nodded.
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After that it was fairly easy. They waited until the night watch passed their cell, knowing well it won’t be for another hour that someone finds their cell empty. By that time they would be away from the castle, free as birds.
Andrew, of course, kept trying to persuade Varian from trusting the redheads but the alchemist shook him off. He was getting out tonight, and he needed the men, if they met any guards on their way out. Besides, they worked on the plan together, so it only seemed fair they escaped together too. Not that he was planning to stay with them for the whole time. He still had to free his dad and he knew brute force won’t help him in the slightest.
They somehow managed to get out of dungeons and the castle without raising the alarm. Varian led the brothers through the hidden tunnels and soon they were outside city limits, looking for a place to hide for a few days. They found an abandoned cabin in the forest, perfect for laying low. It was close to the river and there were berry bushes growing all around, so they didn’t have to worry about food or water.
Finally, after a week, Varian deemed it safe to leave the cabin. He was eager to go back to Old Corona, wanting nothing more than free his father. So he brought it up with the Stabbingtons when they came back from gathering food and water.
“Actually, we’ve been thinking…” Patchy started and looked at his brother, both exchanging evil grins. “We’ve heard a lot about you and your inventions. And we still didn’t set the score with Flynn Rider.”
Varian raised his brow in confusion and crossed his arms.
“Well, that’s between you and him.” He said and started to walk towards the door. “I’m going back to Old Corona.”
“I think you misunderstood, brat.” Burnsie stepped in front of the boy and smirked. “You are going to help us get our revenge.”
“Yes.. Rider will soon be dead.” Patchy added and laughed. Varian’s eyes widened and he took a step back.
“What? No!” He argued, eyes filling with terror.
“Huh, I didn’t think you and Rider were friends.” Burnsie said and the boy shook his head.
“We’re not, but murder-? I-I won’t help you!” He shouted in defiance. The brothers laughed as they stalked closer to the terrified boy.
“Oh… you will help us, brat. Whether you want it or not.” Patchy laughed maliciously.
~~~~~~
It’s been another several days with the Stabbingtons planning their revenge. Varian squirmed in his binds, a gag over his mouth. He didn’t want to help them, not in murdering anyone. Sure, he and Flynn (Eugene, he had to remind himself) weren’t exactly friends but murder? He would never willingly kill anyone.
Even during his last encounter with Rapu- the Princess, when he held Cassandra and the Queen in automaton’s grip, he didn’t actually plan on killing them. He only wanted to scare the Princess, to make her finally listen to him.
“... and then you’ll help us kill Rider, won’t you brat?” He heard Patchy say and his head shot up. They were looking at him expectantly, these terrifying grins on their faces.
Varian whined disapprovingly and shook his head fiercely. Burnsie smiled evilly and approached the defiant boy.
“No? Are you sure?” He teased, grabbing a fistful of the boy’s dark hair, pulling him up. “I suggest you reconsider.” He hissed into the alchemist’s ear.
The young prisoner whimpered and shut his eyes. Why did he think it was a good idea to team up with these men? His mind reminded him of Andrew’s warnings. Turns out the other man was right in the end.
Burnsie let go of Varian’s hair and he slumped back to the floor, hitting his arm painfully. He whined in pain, trying not to cry. He was tired, his stomach empty and throat dry. The brothers were trying to break him by denying him sleep and food, only giving him enough water to not die.
The Stabbingtons were discussing something again and promptly left the cabin, probably to gather some food or supplies for whatever plan they had. Varian didn’t even have strength to push himself up, so he just laid down on the wooden floor, vision blurry.
Just then, he heard some shouts outside and a clash of metal. His heart skipped a beat. Did the guards find them? Were they going back to the prison? He didn’t want to be back behind the bars, but at this point, anything was better than his current situation.
The fight continued for a little while, and then everything went quiet. Varian waited in anticipation, not knowing who won. He prayed it wasn’t the Stabbingtons, that whoever they were fighting with was able to overpower them. Then, the door creaked open.
“I really wanna say I told you so right now, buddy.” A familiar voice said and Varian looked up shocked at Andrew making his way towards the bounded alchemist.
He quickly cut the ropes tying the boy’s arms and legs and helped him take off the gag, the alchemist finally able to breathe properly.
“A-andrew.” He said surprised. “What..? But how? Why?”
“My friends from Saporia broke me out soon after your escape.” The man explained, helping the boy up. “With the guards already looking for you three, it was quite easy. Our hideout is actually quite close by, so when one day we heard those brutes talk about making the brat cooperate I knew exactly who they were talking about.”
Varian nodded lightly, and smiled a little.
“I… Thank you for saving me.” He said, looking up at the Saporian. He smiled back and ruffled his hair.
“Hey, anytime, buddy. I kinda like you, so what do you say you stick with us from now on?” He suggested. “We could use your expertise in taking over the kingdom. But, only if you want, of course.”
Varian mulled on the idea. On one hand, he really wanted to get back to studying amber and freeing his dad. On the other, however, Andrew did help him out, so he owed him.
“Okay.” He finally agreed. “But I want freedom to work on my own project too.”
“No problem, buddy.” Andrew grinned and led him outside to meet other Saporians. “Now, let me tell you about our plan…”
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“honor among thieves, right?”
BEING FLYNN RIDER’S FRIEND AND FELLOW THEIF WOULD HAVE TO GO A LITTLE SOMETHING LIKE THIS...
you met, naturally, at a pub
flynn rider is a disaster of a man, and he was flirting with the bartender for a free drink
for thirty minutes, now
you were watching him slowly make progress with an amused and slightly impressed smile on your face
you were a regular here and had seen this exact same scenario countless times - usually it never worked
but this casanova with too much ego might actually get a free drink
well, he might have, had it not been for the other drunk patrons
an old friend, a man with biceps the size of small children, stumbled into the newcomer
which, of course, made both men posture at each other
“hey, casanova’s with me.”
you pat your old friend on the shoulder and he nods, deflating
“you should be careful who you pick up off the street, (n/n)”
“i picked up you, didn’t i?”
and he laughs and takes a drink from the bartender
you sit down at the bar and slide flynn a drink
he, naturally, cocks a brow at you
“you earned it. no one’s ever gotten a free drink here, but you were close.”
“how do i know that’s not just an excuse for you to buy me a drink?”
“because if i wanted to talk to a petty thief, i could pick anyone in this room - myself included.”
“thief? i am no such thing!”
he dramatically puts a hand to his chest and you roll your eyes
“then you want to tell me how you have the satchel of those red headed twins?”
“i think they prefer to term ‘man purse’.”
and flynn is annoying and more trouble than he’s worth, but damn if he isn’t a good thief
better than any you’ve ever worked with - bar yourself, of course
flynn couldn’t help but boast about himself a few drinks in, that night at the pub, and from what you had heard, he sounded good
so, you hired him for a job you and a few others were doing
it was fairly simple - a wealthy family was traveling for the summer and they were dumb enough to bring along valuables
flynn pulled his weight - and even though the rest of the group hated his quips and jokes along the way, you thought it was refreshing
stoicism was learned, and you liked that around flynn, you didn’t have to be that way
that didn’t change the fact, though, that in those days, flynn had no honor
the night after you guys got your spoils, everyone got piss drunk
except for you and flynn
the two of you stayed apart from the group and talked
“there’s no way you’d have the guts to steal from the crown.”
“i’ll steal t h e crown.”
“i’ll believe it when i see it.”
“i’ll dedicate a room in my castle for you when it pays well.”
“and i’ll give you my trusty dagger.”
“deal.”
the next morning, flynn was gone and everyone’s riches were thinner than the night before - except for you
“i’ll kill rider for this!”
“you’ll kill yourself before you ever catch him.”
and you continued to do jobs with him when you could find him - solo one’s where he only had the opportunity to steal from you
but he never did
“honor among thieves, right?”
and even though you are resistant to flynn’s charm, he learns your secrets
he would trade them for a secret about him
and you would see flynn rider at pubs occasionally, and he would slide you a drink across the counter
“hey there, sweetheart.”
“call me that again and you’ll be down a hand, p u m p k i n.”
“charming as ever, i see.”
“learned it from you.”
“touche.”
and then you don’t see him for a while
and you wonder if he really did get enough money to find himself a bit of the world
probably not
but then you see the stabbington brothers talking in the corner of a pub one day
and flynn rider did it
he stole t h e crown
and, in true flynn fashion, he cut out the fat
you were proud of him
but you kept listening, and you heard the plans these brothers
who you’ve never liked - it was the eyepatch, you were sure
and you had no idea who the girl this girl with magic hair is (what was flynn getting himself into?) but you knew you had to warn flynn
“honor among thieves, right?”
and you mumble it under your breath and you hate yourself for it
but by the time you reach flynn, it’s too late
you’re hiding in an alley, and you see them take him in
and now, you have to conduct a prison break
and for some reason, a steed of the royal guard is helping you?
and when you save him, he has the most smug grin on his face
and you hand his your dagger, saying you honor your word
“keep it, they have the crown and i have a bigger treasure to get back.”
and you watch him go like always, rolling your eyes
and a week later, your sitting at the snuggly duckling when in walks flynn rider with a girl on his arm
he slides you over a drink with a smirk
“you can hand over that dagger, now.”
“i thought you didn’t have the crown?”
and he smiles and lifts up his hand, t h e crown hanging off of his pinky
“eugene! give that back.”
and you quirk an eyebrow at him
“(y/n), meet my bigger treasure, rapunzel. don’t tell anyone yet, but she’s the lost princess.”
and you whistle lowly. “you really did get to be royalty, huh?”
“and, as promised-” he hands you a key, smile plastered onto his face, “-a room in my castle.”
and rapunzel shoves him.
“...her castle.”
and you just laughed and rolled your eyes
AND FLUFF ENSUES.
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Peter Parker - See the light (4)
I present you to cute Peter Parker, protective Peter Parker and the whole heart of this fic. The first chapters were more of an introduction to the real him, and they only showed the armour around the character. But now we can see the sweet boy! Prepare yourself for this, cuteness and angst ahead!
Small sneak peek
First part
Second part
Third part
Plot: Peter has made a mistake, taking you to the wrong place. After a short conversation and a huge persecution, things only get worse for the both of you; but maybe you’re begging to understand each other.
Lights flickered along the cavern walls threateningly, and Peter wondered to himself how long those torches had been burning. The tavern itself looked old, but those tunnels were falling apart. He didn’t let himself stop, and kept urging you to walk forwards. You could have been walking for an hour, two or even three; they didn’t seem to end.
After the whole speech about dreams and life where everyone seemed to be happy, the guards had come with the scrawny teenager; and you had had to run away from one of the tunnels. Peter was aware of you falling back every now and then, and felt just a little bad for it. If he waited for you and carried your hair sometimes, there was no bad in it. He just wanted his crown back.
Nothing more, he promised himself. It wasn’t becuase he wanted to help you.
But truth was, there was something about the way you had stood up for him back there, that made his heart warm. It had been ages since someone was so nice to him, since all of his loved-ones died. And until now, he had been okay without them, doing what he wanted and not caring about what people thought about him. However, what you had done had awoken something in him. So he made his best to keep your grounded, and not scared.
“So” Peter started, quickly searching for his next words. “What you did back there… guess you saved me. Didn’t think you could, honestly.”
You grinned so wide, it looked though it might hurt.
“I know! If only mother were here, she would finally see how much I can handle myself”
Peter felt that, if he had met you in other circumstances, things would be different.
“Right, so, your mother. What’s her deal?”
“We shouldn’t talk about her” you chuckled, but it was deprived of humour.
“No?”
“Definitely not. She’s not exactly a light topic of conversation”
“Okay, so your mother is out of topic. I know I shouldn’t bring up the hair, either” Peter smiled softly at you, as if he wanted to prove he meant no harm. “I’m also kind too scared to talk about the… animal”
“Pascal is a chameleon” you scoffed, smiling too. Pascal emerged from out of your shoulder and glared at Peter. He shook his head disapprovingly, and Peter chuckled.
“Next question, then. This one has been bugging me for a while” Peter shrugged, trying not to make it a big deal. “If you wanted to see the lanterns so badly… why didn’t you just go before?”
Your smile fell, and you seemed to shrink into yourself. Your eyes darted to the ground, panic starting to colour your features. Before you had time to answer, or Peter to retreat with some sass, vibrations started running through the floor, and the rocks decorating the dirt jumped up and down as the whole tunnel started to shake. Peter whipped around to see the new shadows appearing on the wall, and his heart rose into his throat.
“Parker!” the captain of the guard screamed as a whole hoard of guards ran towards him and you.
Without a second thought, Peter grabbed your arm and took off in the opposite direction. Distantly, he could hear you muttering something to Pascal breathlessly. Questions upon questions falling from your mouth to him. Blood pumping, heart pounding, he spotted a light at the end of the tunnel, and then you were racing into the world flushed with daylight.
Peter only allowed a second to adjust, because you were standing on a cliff at the edge of an abandoned mining site. Cavern walls stretched high above you, and bellow, was a drop that not even Peter could stomach. He felt you pulling back slowly, but he resisted the urge of doing the same and pushed you forwards; in the worst scenario, he was shielding you.
“Parker!”
Peter’s head turned to you. You were staring at him with frightened eyes; and at that exact moment, he could see how wrong he had been. He shouldn’t have brought you there, he shouldn’t have been so selfish and he shouldn’t have gotten involved with you, because people who were with him ended up dead. His heart twisted.
“Peter!” you woke him up from his daydreaming. “What do we do?”
Peter opened his mouth, but no words came out. His eyes darted around the cavern a, few tall pillars of rock, a couple of algae-filled puddles littering the ground bellow. And a cave opening at the other side of the cavern, at the base of one of the walls. If you could get into that, he might just have found a second tunnel that led somewhere safe.
“Y/N” Peter said, grabbing your shoulders. “I have a plan, but you’re not gonna like it”
“Parker!” the voice was closer, roaring, as the entire guard squadron poured out of the tunnel.
“Who is that?” you asked.
“Someone who doesn’t like me”
Then, in a matter of seconds, two other figures were jumping from the top of the caver wall and landing on the cliff alongside the guards. The brothers Stabbington sneered at Peter.
“A-and they?”
“They don’t like me neither”
Finally, a loud neighing rang out above it all, and the horse from the captain barrelled through the crowd like a ball bowling over pins. The animal snarled, totally un-horse-like in nature, and Peter took a timid step back.
“I assume he doesn’t like you too?” you muttered.
Peter just nodded.
They had you cornered. Unless you were going to take a leap to your deaths, Peter knew he would have to hand himself over to the guard, unless the brothers got him first. Either way, he wouldn’t be walking out of there; and he just hoped you could. In a sudden act of courage that you surely didn’t feel, you shoved your pan into Peter’s chest, making him take a step backwards.
“Just trust me” you said, smiling at him before he nodded.
Peter grabbed the tool quickly, and instantly held it out in front of him in a way that should have looked threatening; if it wasn’t a pan. Almost everyone else drew a weapon of their own in response, and even the horse had a long stick on his mouth.
Out of the corner of his eye, Peter noticed you reeling in your hair and holding it like a lasso. You swung it a few quick times before throwing it in a wide arch, Peter breathed in relief when he finally lost sight of you.
“I’ve waiting a long time for this” the captain said, with the faintest hint of a laugh.
He lunged, his sword immediately making contact with Peter’s pan, as the boy cringed back. The guard swung once more, and Peter blocked once again.
“I need – wow, I need one of this” Peter chuckled, tossing the pan in the air.
Peter didn’t get much time to savour in his victory, though, because the horse suddenly jumped on him and started attacking with the pointed stick he had been given. Peter started to fight back, practically cackling the whole time. The pan fell to the ground, and when Peter got back up, one of the brothers was in front of him, knife raised.
He didn’t get far, because he felt his waist being wrapped with something, and in the blink of an eye, he was being swung from the cliff. Peter couldn’t help the non-male scream that rose up from his chest. He tumbled onto the ground as soon as his boots made contact with dirt. You stood beside him, pulling off your hair into your arms as Pascal stared at Peter.
“You can thank me later” you said, shy smile on your face. “We gotta go”
Peter pushed himself to his feet, keeping pace with you as he realized that you were running towards the cave he had spotted. It looked a whole lot bigger. Then, the ground was shaking. It was a lot more forceful than when the tunnel shook earlier. While keeping stride, Peter stole a glance behind you and realized with wide eyes what was about to happen.
Under the cliff where you had originally entered, there was a dam. Behind that dam was thousands and thousands of gallons of water; the captain standing, smiling, and his men breaking the dam down.
They’re gonna flood us out.
“Run!” Peter shouted at you, taking your hand and running ahead. “Run faster!”
You didn’t need to be told twice, and quickly stepped beside him. You were close to the mouth fo the cave when Peter felt it. The dam broke, and the cavern flooded with water, taking out anyone close to it.
Peter’s heart was on his mouth.
“In here!” you screamed over the waves behind you.
You and Peter both dive headfirst into a cave, just as the water knocked over the closest rocky pillar, blocking the entrance.
Water streamed in steadily, but for the most part, you were standing in complete darkness. You ran to the farthest corner and started trying to chip away at the wall with the pan. Peter’s boot were wet, and with alarm, he realized that it was then almost up to mid-shin. He sloshed over and helped to dig at the walls.
Beside him, he could hear as you held back sobs, choking on your own breath as you uselessly scrapped the stone. Peter frowned and walked-swam towards you, until he could hug you close. There wasn’t much space, and he hadn’t been the nicest, but you hugged him by the middle and hid your face on his shoulder. By then, he couldn’t see his feet.
“I’m sorry, Y/N” he said, not bothering to keep scrapping. “If I knew this was where we would end… I never would have agreed to drag you into this”
You supressed another sob, and rubbed your head against his shoulder. Pascal was sitting sadly against your shoulder, looking at his owner with wide eyes. Peter felt bad for the chameleon. The water was at your thighs then.
“Y/N”
No response.
“Darling, listen to –“
“No!” you sobbed, and broke the embrace, trying to dry your tears. “This – this is my fault. I should have listened to her! If I didn’t disobey – I’m, I’m sorry, Peter”
Water up to your waists
“I’m sorry too” Peter sighed, and let the words spill from his mouth. “I thought that if I showed you the tavern you would back down and give me back the crown. People – people are not so bad”
Up to your navels.
“I’m sorry I knocked you off” you admitted, bottom lip quivering. “I just, mother says that people might steal my hair. It glows when I sign.”
There a second of silence, where Peter let his brows almost touch his hair line. The humidity was by then making his hair wet, so it reached his eyes, and with the darkness he couldn’t see much; but he couldn’t have heard you well.
You seemed to realize something, and actually laughed a bit. Pascal hit the side of your neck until he caught your attention; and then you started to sing. The water filled the cave, and Peter could only get one big gulp of air before you were completely submerged. Then, the water was filled with a gold light; and Peter actually lost a bit of air by opening his mouth, and swam away from you out of freight.
Your hair moved around for a bit, until it reached a part of the cave that had been obviously covered to look closer up. The hair got sucked up, and Peter quickly swam towards the small opening. His hands ached when he started digging, and his lungs screamed for air. Preservation coursed through his veins, and he powered through. The last thing he saw was a faint light peeking through the rocks, and then, darkness met him with a cool relief.
Weirdly, the only thing that weighted on his consciousness was you.
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Hey Admin here, A few weeks ago I got an ask with a idea about making an Amnesia AU where Eugene has amnesia and forgets who he is. I have thought about it because I really did like that idea and it took me awhile to find the right story. But I have finally found a story that I think will go well with the AU:), This takes place after the series when Eugene is already engaged with Rapunzel and is Captain of the Guards,
When Eugene was a Flynn Ryder he had an old partner he used to work with after he got separated from Lance and before the stabbingtons. To not spoil the whole story his old partner comes back seeing revenge and uses the wand of oblivion and goes after Eugene erasing his memory all the way to when he thinks he is still Flynn Ryder and he has not yet met Rapunzel.
So without further ado I am opening asks for the Amnesia AU feel free to send the asks and I will be answering them as soon as I can:) thank you to the anon that gave me the idea and to the other Admins for helping me with some of the story ideas :)
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Lost & Found (Chapter Ten)
Special thanks to my beta reader @rachelbethhines and special thanks to Varian66 on Discord for their part in developing this story
Eugene gripped Maximus’ reins silently urging the horse to run faster. How could things have gone so wrong? Last night had been perfect, like none he ever had before. It was a silly question in hindsight, he got himself in this mess, so focused on how he realized a new dream that he forgot that not everyone wanted to let bygones be bygones.
They had spent the day exploring the capital, absorbing the sights. Varian had convinced Eugene to show Rapunzel the local library, as it was his brother's favorite destination when he visited. To be fair it had been a while since Eugene had last been to the capital, last time didn’t afford him the chance to appreciate how much it changed. Neither of them had seen Varian in all the time they spent in the library, but they assumed he was keeping Maximus company as horses weren’t allowed into the building.
Hiding from the guard had a new charm the more time he spent with Rapunzel. It had become a sort of a game to them, laughing as they hid in alleyways, noses almost touching. They shared cupcakes bought from the local food stands.
Rapunzel shared her artistic talents with the kingdom, chalking a mural on the cobblestones. They danced and danced with the locals breathing new life into the older residents. No doubt the ones who remembered the events of that awful day. The duo was even able to dance together after several failed attempts.
Imagine the duo’s surprise when Varian led them to the docks, throwing his hands towards the gondola. Turns out he was getting one for them when he ran off stating something sciency. Something about water, illumination, and mirrors. Eugene had just been glad the kid didn’t make any adjustments to the gondola, didn’t need anything blowing up today. After the fact though Eugene could safely say that it was the most magical boat ride in his entire life.
Now Eugene was riding for his life, towards the girl of his dreams. To think that such a manipulative woman would go so far to hide her daughter. It’s even possible that Rapunzel was in danger, no one went up to seasoned criminals like the Stabbingtons and string them along to her plans. Eugene had no illusions that it was all for Rapunzel because if it was then her daughter wouldn’t have jumped at the chance to leave.
In hindsight, the signs were all there in plain view. The distorted worldview, the anxiety of the unknown. Even the silent desperation as the poor girl talked about realizing her dream. Eugene wanted to keep all that alive.
It was just his luck too that, that same girl would be the one who saved him from an untimely fate at the gallows. After he was able to get the information by intimidating the Stabbington brothers Eugene was dragged by the captain of the guard towards his execution. His thoughts were so consumed that he found himself being distracted by a ceramic unicorn, which was the strangest thing, especially in a prison.
What happens next he can only best describe as jaw-dropping death-defying and unbelievable, as the people who tried to hurt him the day before actually helped him escape. Everyone was there the Mime, the old guy who was probably drunk and even Hook Hand. It was another shock to discover that Maximus, the horse who hunted him down like a dog was the one who brought the thugs into this rescue mission.
Imagine that, an officer of the law, helping a known criminal. What’s next? A criminal becoming part of the royal guard. That’s just crazy.
Help Maximus did though, he ran from his comrades, jumping roofs and racing over the bridge connecting the island to the mainland. All the time with Eugene encouraging him to run faster. By the time the other royal guards were able to apprehend the pub thugs the man known to them as Flynn Rider was long gone.
Unknown to the fact that it wasn’t about the dumb crown anymore, it wasn’t about Eugene either, it was about the person who he thinks could be the one. The pub thugs, even Maximus were risking everything for him, a thief to succeed. He wasn’t about to let them down, let Rapunzel down.
Finally, he led Maximus through the hidden entrance which Eugene had used to escape all that time ago. Wasting no time he jumped off the horses back running towards the tower. It looked just as gloomy and lonely the first time he had arrived there.
“Rapunzel,” Eugene called, hoping for any sign that she was okay. Hearing no response he cupped his hands over his mouth calling to her, “Rapunzel, let down your hair.”
Still nothing. Panicking Eugene ran closer to the tower, planning on climbing it as he did the first time. He stopped at the sound of wood opening, looking up he saw the golden locks thrown towards him. Eugene gave little thought as he grabbed on and climbed.
Reaching the top, Eugene dragged himself through the window and into the tower, “Rapunzel, I thought I’d never see you again.”
He had been so relieved, only to be met with the sight of her gagged and chained. Rapunzel was struggling, trying to reach him, to communicate the danger that he was in. Eugene had no time to react to the sudden burst of intense pain flaring up through his side. He had been stabbed.
The thief clutched his side, falling to the ground where he was met with the sight of a woman, holding a bloodstained knife. Rapunzel’s infamous mother, Mother Gothel.
“Now look at what you’ve done Rapunzel,” She said, staring coldly down at the man. “Don’t worry dear, our secret will die with him.”
The pain was unbearable, leaving Eugene weak and at the mercy of that woman. Rapunzel struggled to reach him in an attempt to help him. She had the power to heal, she could save him, she could fix him.
Mother Gothel was having none of that, grabbing the chains pulling her daughter towards a hidden passage. “And as for us, we are going where no one will ever find you again.”
Pascal tried to stop her, biting at the helm of her dress. To her, he was nothing more than an annoyance. An annoyance she dealt with a single kick.
“Rapunzel really,” Gothel cried, with each pull of the chain, “enough already, stop fighting me.” “No,” Rapunzel cried, falling to the ground, her gag had slipped off letting her speak, “I won’t stop, for every minute, of the rest of my life I will fight, I will never stop trying to get away from you.” She took a breath, “But if you let me save him, I will go with you.”
“No, no Rapunzel.” Eugene struggled, not for him, never for him. He didn’t want to be saved if it meant Rapunzel could never be free.
“I’ll never run. I’ll never try to escape, just let me heal him, and you and I can be together, forever, just like you want. Everything will be the way it was… I promise. Just like you want… just… let… me… heal him.”
Gothel stared coldly at Rapunzel, a girl who she had stolen eighteen years ago. She always knew that the little thing would be the cause of so much trouble one day. Always asking questions, being defiant never just listening to what she was told. The woman had just hoped that she would be able to control her until that day came. It looked like that day had come all too soon.
It’s the only reason why she agreed to allow her flower to heal the thieving little pest. Rapunzel’s naive nature would never think of lying to her or breaking a promise. It’s how she was able to keep her obedient for all these years.
Gothel shackled the thief, “In case you get any ideas about following.”
She walked away giving the two fools the space they needed to say their goodbyes. Mother Gothel rolled her eyes at their touching display, she only had to be patient and everything would be behind her. A nobody, such as a thief couldn’t possibly do what the royal family couldn’t do.
The witch, so consumed by her vain, the witch didn’t notice her fatal mistake before it was too late. Gothel had gotten away with too much in all the time she had been alive. Kidnapping the princess and getting away with it only made the woman vainer.
Neither she or Rapunzel saw Eugene grab the broken piece of glass. Neither saw him slice the hair severing its magical connection.
Gothel could only scream, desperately gathering the fallen hair. As if her begging would bring back the draining magic. The same magic which kept her young for years. She screamed and screamed as the illusion of beauty she worked so hard to maintain faded, matching that of her heart.
Engulfed in her fear and hideousness, Gothel made her last and most fatal mistake. She pulled her cloak over herself to hide her shame, the truth of herself. She didn’t notice herself staggering so close to the open window. She didn’t notice Pascal holding the cut hair, tripping her.
All that anyone could hear were the screams, the screams of a woman who had run from death, finally being claimed by death.
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I have an updated version here, with some errors corrected and now including season three.
Alrighty, I've watched seasons one and two of Tangled: The Series! Here's my guide to non-filler and filler episodes. When I watch season three I'll link a guide to that at the end of this post.
Any episodes with an asterisk (*) are there for character development or introductions and not necessarily for plot reasons. They can technically be skipped, but I highly recommend watching them so you'll have a more complete understanding of the show. Especially the Cassandra episodes. Just trust me.
Personally, I would recommend watching the show in its entirety, since even the filler episodes come back as references later on. In my opinion, the filler in season two works way better than in season one, partly because most filler episodes are actually part of larger arcs that all take place in one same location, among other reasons. However, I do understand that filler can get super obnoxious, so I haven't included episodes that are irrelevant, even if I found them enjoyable personally.
I have included a list of the filler episodes along with short summaries so you can choose if one intrigues you enough to check it out.
WATCH
Tangled: Before Ever After (This movie is separate from the main series on Disney+, but is absolutely necessary to watch as it sets up the main conflict.)
S1 E1
S1 E4* - Cassandra's character
S1 E5* - Cassandra's character
S1 E6* - Lance is introduced
S1 E8
S1 E12* - Two orphan girls introduced
S1 E13
S1 E16
S1 E17
S1 E18* - Rapunzel's character
S1 E19
S1 E20
S1 E21
S1 E22
S1 E23
S1 E24
S1 E25
S2 E1
S2 E2
S2 E5
S2 E6* - Cass and Rapunzel's friendship
S2 E7* - Little orphan girls return
S2 E8
S2 E15
S2 E16
S2 E17* - Cass and Rapunzel's friendship
S2 E19
S2 E20
S2 E21
S2 E22
S2 E23
S2 E24
FILLER
S1 E2 - Rapunzel makes an enemy and tries to reconcile their differences. The Gopher Grab is introduced.
S1 E3 - Eugene tries to join the Royal Guard while Rapunzel prepares for a royal portrait.
S1 E7 - Eugene helps the king pull a prank against his greatest rival in an attempt to impress him. Rapunzel tries to learn how to pull a prank.
S1 E9 - During Corona's equivalent to Valentine's Day, Rapunzel finds out Cassandra has an admirer and tries, to Cass' chagrin, to set up a double date with her and Eugene.
S1 E10 - Rapunzel has 24 hours to prove Attila the Bun's innocence in a break-in at the Sweet Shoppe.
S1 E11 - Pascal runs away when he feels he doesn't belong in Rapunzel's new life. (We learn how Pascal and Rapunzel met.)
S1 E14 - A new horse arrives in town who rivals Maximus' popularity. (Lady Caine returns.)
S1 E15 - Rapunzel plans to celebrate her mother's birthday by watching a rare meteor shower together, but their plans go awry when the Queen's sister arrives.
S2 E3 - Rapunzel tries to inspire an old hero of Vadaros to defend the city from Weasel.
S2 E4 - Rapunzel and Cass hold competing Goodwill Festivals in Vadaros.
S2 E9 - Rapunzel and the gang are stranded on an island. Pascal is mistaken for royalty by the native people.
S2 E10 - Hookfoot falls in love with a mermaid but finds out there's more to her backstory than meets the eye.
S2 E11 - Rapunzel finds an idol on the island that allows her to see her family and friends back in Corona. Everyone tries out the idol and sees their dreams come true: but the idol is more dangerous than it seems...
S2 E12 - Eugene and Max are "rescued" by every villain who wants them dead--including Weasel, Lady Caine, and the Stabbington Brothers.
S2 E13 - Rapunzel is cursed by Vigor and desperately tries to counter the curse so she can continue on her journey.
S2 E14 - Rapunzel works with Stalyan to find the Eye of Pincosta and free Eugene from his punishment for stealing it years ago.
S2 E18 - The gang see Hookhand on tour. Hookfoot, however, is not so excited to see his brother, since Hookhand never missed a chance to make fun of Hookfoot's dream growing up--dancing.
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🌟 flynn & naveen & eric
flynn officially met the two his sophomore year of high school.. he’d known of both of them for a few years - had even snuck into some of their parties and had stolen a few bucks from their wallets in that past - but it wasn’t until the night flynn and naveen hooked up at a party that they really officially all met. it had been a semi drunken hook-up, one that flynn didn’t really want anyone finding out about since he was technically with stalyan at the time. so the next day he approached naveen and said as good of a time as it was, it couldn’t really happen again and should probably be kept on the down low. stalyan didn’t go to their school so the chances she would hear about it was slim, but she was crazy and he wouldn’t put it past her to have some way of finding out. naveen was chill with it and they started talking until eric joined in and the three have been friends ever since. slowly but surely flynn somehow found his way into their hearts and they found their way into his.
flynn was going to move in with them, but vanellope had asked first and they found a place before either naveen or eric were ready to leave their family home. aging out of the group home he’d been staying at, he didn’t really have the choice of waiting for them to be ready, so he took up vanellope’s offer. then the fire happened a year or so later and flynn stayed with ralph for a bit. this was around when eric and naveen had first started to think about actually moving out - but once again another friend had come to him first before the boys had officially made the decision to leave. so flynn moved in with pascal. a few months later naveen and eric got their place. flynn wishes he could have moved in with them too, but it’s fine. he’s chill with pascal - even if frog boy can be a little bit judgey at time.
only once has flynn ever opened up and admitted to them that the rumors about him are true and that he’s a thief. he told them about lance, the stabbingtons, some of the biggest swipes and heists of his thieving career. but all three of them were extremely drunk that night and he doesn’t know how much of it they believed or even remember. sometimes he thinks about telling them all of it again, sober this time, but he doesn’t want them getting weird about it. plus, it’s such a heavy topic and rarely do they all talk about such serious things. if they ever asked or brought it up themselves, flynn would be honest with them, but until that happens he likely won’t be the one starting the conversation.
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