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Fic. 'Tangled' fic. Srsly?
Yes, yes, replies. I'm working on them! I'm just terrible. I think we'll all feel better about it if we can admit that I am awful at replying. It doesn't mean I don't love you it just means I'm a bad person. And also that some of you make me flail a lot and go 'omg,srsly? SHE COMMENTED?!'. Just so you know.
Now, about this fic. I DON'T KNOW, OKAY? I just had this in my head and then I sort of watched the movie again and this is the result! Oh, man, Becky. I just don't know. I hate writing in new fandoms. No promises! Um. So. There are some spoilers for the movie, obviously. I really do suggest seeing it. It's really a good movie!
What Once Was/Life Begins
So, they get Rapunzel home and he meets her parents (and wow, is her mom like her or what?) and then there's a week-long party which he cannot remember most of, and then he wakes up one day and almost everybody is calling him 'Eugene' and that's when Flynn kind of hits the wall.
"Don't freak out," he tells his reflection in the mirror.
"I am not freaking out," his reflection assures him, looking really freaked out.
"Oh, of course not," he mutters dryly. He kind of flinches when somebody knocks on the door. "I'M NOT DRESSED!" he shrieks a little (those palace maids, they are on a mission to turn down some beds or something) but not much.
"Eugene?" Rapunzel calls through the door. "Hurry up, slowpoke! Breakfast is ready! And then I think there are lessons in sitting up straight!"
Since there's nobody around to see him, he melts a little. Yeah, breakfast is ready and lessons in not slouching. Just another day with her. His reflection looks a little loopy but not freaked. "Better," he tells it. He opens the door. "I was dressed," he tells Rapunzel. "I was just afraid you were Hyacinth coming for my shee—hi, Hyacinth," he greets the maid. She rolls her eyes at him and slips into his room. "I think they're trying to see me naked," he says to Rapunzel seriously.
"Eugene," she laughs and hooks her arm through his.
The palace guards walk past, smiling at their princess but—when he turns to look—they're giving him a dark glare.
'I've got my eye on you, Flynn Rider,' one of them mouths at him.
Thank god, there is still somebody calling him Flynn. He needs something familiar here. He shoots the guard a smile and a wave. The guard hits the wall instead of rounding the corner with his pal. Rapunzel looks back and then at him. He shrugs. "Eugene," she laughs again and, laughing, tugs him off to breakfast.
He's so caught up in getting used to things but that doesn't mean he's not aware that Rapunzel isn't doing the same thing. It just seems—easier for her. And she's doing great! She belongs here, after all.
But belonging is one thing.
"And tonight's dinner," the chef is saying, laying out the day's menu like always, "is watercress salad followed by hazelnut soup and—"
"Oh, hazelnut soup!" Rapunzel interjects excitedly. "That's my favorite! Mother used to make it all the time!"
It takes Flynn a good solid second to realize why everybody just kind of…stopped. Oh. Yeah. Yikes. "So," he says in to the heavily awkward silence. "Soup made out of nuts. I'd have said you were crazy. Nuts! You seem like the type," he tells the (very stolid) chef. "Just a little off. Just a—" he squeezes fingers together, "tiny bit."
"Please excuse me," Rapunzel speaks up suddenly, her voice almost shocking somehow. She's on her feet and gone in a second.
Flynn snaps his mouth shut.
Rapunzel's mother looks after her daughter, face soft, and she gets to her feet. And she's the queen but, "Please, excuse me," she murmurs before heading out after Rapunzel. Flynn looks up at her as she goes past his chair and she spares him a small smile, touching the top of his head lightly. It is surprisingly warm and Flynn is glued to his seat for a moment. Then he stands.
"Sit down, son," Rapunzel's father says kindly as somewhere in the castle a door slams.
Flynn doesn't know what it says about him that the fact that he's Rapunzel's father matters more to him than the fact that he's the king. "Riiiiiight," he says, sinking down in his chair. "I was just going to—" he waves his hand around.
Rapunzel's dad looks at him. Flynn tries out a little bit of charm and hits him with a smile. The king snorts. "Not had a lot of relationships, have you?" he asks.
And Flynn has done all right with the ladies but no, no neither Flynn nor Eugene have had a lot of 'relationships'. "No sir," he says.
Somewhere in the castle somebody is knocking at a door. It's either pretty close or else the whole castle is just really, really quiet. It's probably both because nobody has really moved since Rapunzel said 'mother'. There's still no movement or sound as that distant door opens and then shuts again, softly.
"Okay, now we go," says Rapunzel's father, pushing back from the table. He shoots Flynn a look and Flynn follows him as he leads the way to what Flynn suspects—but is not sure—is the library. They skirt around it, just outside it and take up seats under the open windows.
"You're good," Flynn hisses to him. Her father smiles at him. "And now—" Flynn pulls a mirror out of his bag (he's got to stop carrying that thing around one day—things are going to get really awkward if he steals the silverware and then has to hand it out from his satchel at dinner tonight). It's a gift, for Rapunzel. Eventually. Whenever he gives it to her. Just a hand mirror done up in burnished-gold, almost the same color as her hair. He angles it around and oh yeah, there they go, pictures to go with the words.
"Mother, I'm so sorry," Rapunzel says.
"Oh, darling," says Rapunzel's mother. A moment later she enters the glass in the little mirror, looking gentle and understanding. "Whatever for?"
"I said—" Rapunzel makes a motion and Flynn knows her parents don't understand it, know that they don't know she's reaching for hair that's no longer there. "I called her mother. I just said it! It slipped out! She was evil and horrid and—and cruel, yes, cruel!"
"Dearest," Rapunzel's mother gathers her in. "And yet, for all those things, she was your mother, your mother Gothel, wasn't she?"
Rapunzel's face folds and suddenly she's crying. And if her mother wasn't hugging her right this second, Flynn would be there. Right there, despite the way crying women kind of freak him out a little. He lowers the mirror and after a second he looks uncomfortably over at Rapunzel's dad. "Gothel?" he whispers. "Isn't that the witch in those old stories? That crazy old bat who could stay young and—" Oh. Oh, hey. "But that was just a story!"
"So was the golden flower," the king tells him.
"And look where that all ended up," Flynn nods. "Wow, right?"
The king reaches out and pushes his hand and the mirror back up. Rapunzel and her mom have drawn apart a little and Rapunzel is wiping her face with the back of her hand. "She took me, she used me, she lied to me…" she's saying, hitching, sobbing little breaths that make Flynn's chest hurt. "So why—why?"
"She did those things, yes," Rapunzel's mother says, cupping her daughter's face. "And she also clothed you and fed you and kept you warm and safe and dry. She taught you many things, gave you things to do when you were bored."
"She kept me prisoner even if I didn't really know it! She locked me up in that tower and I—"
"She kept you company and read you stories," her mother goes gently on. Flynn has this warm, squishy feeling in his chest—like the way it feels every time Rapunzel calls him 'Eugene'. "Did she love you for more than your hair? Perhaps not and yet she never mistreated you, never injured you or left you frightened when it stormed. She let you keep your name and your birthday. She made your favorite soup."
"I hated her!" Rapunzel burst out and Flynn doesn't need to see her face for this. He remembers the tower, the fall, the way Rapunzel lunged for her despite everything. "I hated her," Rapunzel whispers.
"Hated her and loved her," her mother says soothingly. "It's all right, Rapunzel. She was your mother, the only one you could remember."
"Mother," Rapunzel whispers.
"Do I hate her for taking you? Yes. And yet, I do not know who you would be if she hadn't and I love you so much that I cannot begrudge what has happened. Somehow, in the midst of it all, you became the most amazing young woman. You are my daughter and I wouldn't trade you even if I were offered the chance to make the clock reverse."
Rapunzel's face is radiant and tear-stained, sorrowful and serene. "Oh, mother. It's all such a mess in my head and I'm so confused," she says, falling into her mother's arms again with a choked off sob.
"For me as well, my dear," her mother says, stroking the short, dark hair beneath her hands. "For all of us, I'm sure. It's all right. We'll sort it out together. Now that we are together." The queen sounds as though she's crying too.
Lowering the mirror, Flynn stares at himself in the glass. Same old Flynn Rider face. What a loser that guy was. He looks over at the king.
Rapunzel's dad looks sad and angry and really, just like the fathers in those girl stories at the orphanage. Dads are kind of scary and it's not like he's had a lot of experience in dealing with them. And this guy—he's got both of the women he loves in that room crying. So. "So, hey, you want to go get out of here? Do something that's…doing something?" Instead of sitting here feeling useless and mixed up, half almost not-totally-hating that old witch.
The king looks at him and, "Yes."
Four hours later, sore and hungry but feeling great, Flynn gets back from the castle guard's training yard and finds Rapunzel sitting on the stairs, waiting for him. She looks a little bashful. "Sorry about this morning," she says.
He shrugs it off. "I've seen you do weirder stuff," he tells her. He grins when she shoots him an annoyed, yet pleased, look. "Turns out you get your frying pan-fu from your father," he tells her, miming a swing. "Who knew, right? And on that line of thought: try not to shout around the guards for a while. From experience, their heads are just ringing."
She laughs and he's so in love with her that it's ridiculous.
"Well, let's get to those lessons. Our spines are not going to stiffen up without some real learning behind them," he says, holding his hand out to her.
Her hand in his is delicate and strong and she bounces on her toes a bit once she's on her feet. "Actually, I think you're going to take me out of here. For a little while. Let's go someplace special."
"Anywhere is special if you're there," he tells her softly, taking the tiara off her head and hiding it out of sight. She blushes pink and she is so worth it. Everything. "So what's the occasion?" he asks because there are headache-y guards with a grudge against him all over the place and the last thing he needs is to kiss her and get interrupted with jail time. Again.
Rapunzel gives him a look. "We could see the mirror, Eugene," she tells him.
Oh. "Oh."
"What are you even doing with something like that?" she asks.
He takes it out, turns it over in his hands, and then gives it to her. "It's for you," he says simply. "It reminded me of you." She looks at it. "I bought it," he remarks.
She stashes it away, out of sight, she's got to have a zillion pockets in that skirt somehow. And how perfect IS that? That they both randomly hide things on themselves without a thought? She's perfect. "Thank you," she says.
He lifts her hands and kisses the backs of them. No trace of her tears remain, just the sweetness of her skin. "Let's find someplace special."
"This pit?" he asks her, staring at the Snuggly Duckling.
Rapunzel beams and nods eagerly. Then stops. "I thought you said it was five-star?"
"Well, I lied," he says, still staring at it. It almost looks cozy from the outside but he knows exactly what he's looking at. Oh yes he does. "It's no-stars. It's negative five-stars. It, Rapunzel, is a hole."
She frowns. "So, this isn't the kind of place I should suggest to my parents for lunch?"
His jaw drops for a moment. "No." he manages. "No, it isn't."
"Looks can be deceiving," says Rapunzel's mother. He whirls. Oh, god. The king and queen. The Snuggly Duckling.
"Because I invited them," Rapunzel says needlessly.
"Not every place in the kingdom is a castle," says her father, patting Maximus's neck. Obviously they came together with him. "If we can't be comfortable wherever our citizens choose to dwell, then we're not fit to be rulers, Eugene."
"Oh, yes, that's—" it's amazing, is what it is. Seriously? If this is what parents are like, he feels really deprived now. Except not really because if he's got Rapunzel then he's got them too. "It's—" But Rapunzel and her parents are already sweeping into the tavern. "Oh, this is just—" he mutters hopelessly.
Maximus snorts at him, messing up his hair. "I know," he says to the horse and he follows them in.
How absolutely not surprising is it that the whole place—full of ugly thugs and really bad beer and questionable food—is singing by the time they leave?
He walks her to her door after dinner. "Hazelnut soup," he says, standing outside of her bedroom. "Always something new with you."
She smiles at him. "You think?"
He brushes a hand over her cheek, feathers his fingers through the ends of her hair. "Know." He meets her eyes. "You're all right?" he asks, just to make sure.
Rapunzel stands on tiptoes uses his collar to yank him down the rest of the way so that she can kiss him gently on the mouth. "As long as we're together," she says against his lips.
He kisses her in return, just a soft glide of lips. "I love you," he says.
"Eugene?" she murmurs. He hums back at her, lost in her. "Let's get married."
He lands flat on his butt. "WHOA!" he shrieks like she's one of the maids burst in on him. "I mean, 'whoa'."
Pascal, sitting on the doorknob, covers his face. Flynn gives him a wildly helpless shrug.
She laughs at him. "Why don't you think on it," she teases, slipping into her room and shutting the door.
Was it surprising? Yes. Worth thinking about? Absolutely not. "Rapunzel?" he tries her door. Locked. "Rapunzel! This isn't over!" he calls out.
Her door opens a crack and she peers out at him, everything in her lit up like a thousand lanterns. "I hope not."
He steals a crown, finds a girl, brings her home, freaks out a bit and hits a wall—but thankfully it's kind of like this tower he knows and if he climbs it…well, who knows what he's going to find now that he's found her?
(Just guessing? It's probably that 'happily ever after' and a guy named Eugene Fitzherbert. Just a guess!)
Now, about this fic. I DON'T KNOW, OKAY? I just had this in my head and then I sort of watched the movie again and this is the result! Oh, man, Becky. I just don't know. I hate writing in new fandoms. No promises! Um. So. There are some spoilers for the movie, obviously. I really do suggest seeing it. It's really a good movie!
What Once Was/Life Begins
So, they get Rapunzel home and he meets her parents (and wow, is her mom like her or what?) and then there's a week-long party which he cannot remember most of, and then he wakes up one day and almost everybody is calling him 'Eugene' and that's when Flynn kind of hits the wall.
"Don't freak out," he tells his reflection in the mirror.
"I am not freaking out," his reflection assures him, looking really freaked out.
"Oh, of course not," he mutters dryly. He kind of flinches when somebody knocks on the door. "I'M NOT DRESSED!" he shrieks a little (those palace maids, they are on a mission to turn down some beds or something) but not much.
"Eugene?" Rapunzel calls through the door. "Hurry up, slowpoke! Breakfast is ready! And then I think there are lessons in sitting up straight!"
Since there's nobody around to see him, he melts a little. Yeah, breakfast is ready and lessons in not slouching. Just another day with her. His reflection looks a little loopy but not freaked. "Better," he tells it. He opens the door. "I was dressed," he tells Rapunzel. "I was just afraid you were Hyacinth coming for my shee—hi, Hyacinth," he greets the maid. She rolls her eyes at him and slips into his room. "I think they're trying to see me naked," he says to Rapunzel seriously.
"Eugene," she laughs and hooks her arm through his.
The palace guards walk past, smiling at their princess but—when he turns to look—they're giving him a dark glare.
'I've got my eye on you, Flynn Rider,' one of them mouths at him.
Thank god, there is still somebody calling him Flynn. He needs something familiar here. He shoots the guard a smile and a wave. The guard hits the wall instead of rounding the corner with his pal. Rapunzel looks back and then at him. He shrugs. "Eugene," she laughs again and, laughing, tugs him off to breakfast.
He's so caught up in getting used to things but that doesn't mean he's not aware that Rapunzel isn't doing the same thing. It just seems—easier for her. And she's doing great! She belongs here, after all.
But belonging is one thing.
"And tonight's dinner," the chef is saying, laying out the day's menu like always, "is watercress salad followed by hazelnut soup and—"
"Oh, hazelnut soup!" Rapunzel interjects excitedly. "That's my favorite! Mother used to make it all the time!"
It takes Flynn a good solid second to realize why everybody just kind of…stopped. Oh. Yeah. Yikes. "So," he says in to the heavily awkward silence. "Soup made out of nuts. I'd have said you were crazy. Nuts! You seem like the type," he tells the (very stolid) chef. "Just a little off. Just a—" he squeezes fingers together, "tiny bit."
"Please excuse me," Rapunzel speaks up suddenly, her voice almost shocking somehow. She's on her feet and gone in a second.
Flynn snaps his mouth shut.
Rapunzel's mother looks after her daughter, face soft, and she gets to her feet. And she's the queen but, "Please, excuse me," she murmurs before heading out after Rapunzel. Flynn looks up at her as she goes past his chair and she spares him a small smile, touching the top of his head lightly. It is surprisingly warm and Flynn is glued to his seat for a moment. Then he stands.
"Sit down, son," Rapunzel's father says kindly as somewhere in the castle a door slams.
Flynn doesn't know what it says about him that the fact that he's Rapunzel's father matters more to him than the fact that he's the king. "Riiiiiight," he says, sinking down in his chair. "I was just going to—" he waves his hand around.
Rapunzel's dad looks at him. Flynn tries out a little bit of charm and hits him with a smile. The king snorts. "Not had a lot of relationships, have you?" he asks.
And Flynn has done all right with the ladies but no, no neither Flynn nor Eugene have had a lot of 'relationships'. "No sir," he says.
Somewhere in the castle somebody is knocking at a door. It's either pretty close or else the whole castle is just really, really quiet. It's probably both because nobody has really moved since Rapunzel said 'mother'. There's still no movement or sound as that distant door opens and then shuts again, softly.
"Okay, now we go," says Rapunzel's father, pushing back from the table. He shoots Flynn a look and Flynn follows him as he leads the way to what Flynn suspects—but is not sure—is the library. They skirt around it, just outside it and take up seats under the open windows.
"You're good," Flynn hisses to him. Her father smiles at him. "And now—" Flynn pulls a mirror out of his bag (he's got to stop carrying that thing around one day—things are going to get really awkward if he steals the silverware and then has to hand it out from his satchel at dinner tonight). It's a gift, for Rapunzel. Eventually. Whenever he gives it to her. Just a hand mirror done up in burnished-gold, almost the same color as her hair. He angles it around and oh yeah, there they go, pictures to go with the words.
"Mother, I'm so sorry," Rapunzel says.
"Oh, darling," says Rapunzel's mother. A moment later she enters the glass in the little mirror, looking gentle and understanding. "Whatever for?"
"I said—" Rapunzel makes a motion and Flynn knows her parents don't understand it, know that they don't know she's reaching for hair that's no longer there. "I called her mother. I just said it! It slipped out! She was evil and horrid and—and cruel, yes, cruel!"
"Dearest," Rapunzel's mother gathers her in. "And yet, for all those things, she was your mother, your mother Gothel, wasn't she?"
Rapunzel's face folds and suddenly she's crying. And if her mother wasn't hugging her right this second, Flynn would be there. Right there, despite the way crying women kind of freak him out a little. He lowers the mirror and after a second he looks uncomfortably over at Rapunzel's dad. "Gothel?" he whispers. "Isn't that the witch in those old stories? That crazy old bat who could stay young and—" Oh. Oh, hey. "But that was just a story!"
"So was the golden flower," the king tells him.
"And look where that all ended up," Flynn nods. "Wow, right?"
The king reaches out and pushes his hand and the mirror back up. Rapunzel and her mom have drawn apart a little and Rapunzel is wiping her face with the back of her hand. "She took me, she used me, she lied to me…" she's saying, hitching, sobbing little breaths that make Flynn's chest hurt. "So why—why?"
"She did those things, yes," Rapunzel's mother says, cupping her daughter's face. "And she also clothed you and fed you and kept you warm and safe and dry. She taught you many things, gave you things to do when you were bored."
"She kept me prisoner even if I didn't really know it! She locked me up in that tower and I—"
"She kept you company and read you stories," her mother goes gently on. Flynn has this warm, squishy feeling in his chest—like the way it feels every time Rapunzel calls him 'Eugene'. "Did she love you for more than your hair? Perhaps not and yet she never mistreated you, never injured you or left you frightened when it stormed. She let you keep your name and your birthday. She made your favorite soup."
"I hated her!" Rapunzel burst out and Flynn doesn't need to see her face for this. He remembers the tower, the fall, the way Rapunzel lunged for her despite everything. "I hated her," Rapunzel whispers.
"Hated her and loved her," her mother says soothingly. "It's all right, Rapunzel. She was your mother, the only one you could remember."
"Mother," Rapunzel whispers.
"Do I hate her for taking you? Yes. And yet, I do not know who you would be if she hadn't and I love you so much that I cannot begrudge what has happened. Somehow, in the midst of it all, you became the most amazing young woman. You are my daughter and I wouldn't trade you even if I were offered the chance to make the clock reverse."
Rapunzel's face is radiant and tear-stained, sorrowful and serene. "Oh, mother. It's all such a mess in my head and I'm so confused," she says, falling into her mother's arms again with a choked off sob.
"For me as well, my dear," her mother says, stroking the short, dark hair beneath her hands. "For all of us, I'm sure. It's all right. We'll sort it out together. Now that we are together." The queen sounds as though she's crying too.
Lowering the mirror, Flynn stares at himself in the glass. Same old Flynn Rider face. What a loser that guy was. He looks over at the king.
Rapunzel's dad looks sad and angry and really, just like the fathers in those girl stories at the orphanage. Dads are kind of scary and it's not like he's had a lot of experience in dealing with them. And this guy—he's got both of the women he loves in that room crying. So. "So, hey, you want to go get out of here? Do something that's…doing something?" Instead of sitting here feeling useless and mixed up, half almost not-totally-hating that old witch.
The king looks at him and, "Yes."
Four hours later, sore and hungry but feeling great, Flynn gets back from the castle guard's training yard and finds Rapunzel sitting on the stairs, waiting for him. She looks a little bashful. "Sorry about this morning," she says.
He shrugs it off. "I've seen you do weirder stuff," he tells her. He grins when she shoots him an annoyed, yet pleased, look. "Turns out you get your frying pan-fu from your father," he tells her, miming a swing. "Who knew, right? And on that line of thought: try not to shout around the guards for a while. From experience, their heads are just ringing."
She laughs and he's so in love with her that it's ridiculous.
"Well, let's get to those lessons. Our spines are not going to stiffen up without some real learning behind them," he says, holding his hand out to her.
Her hand in his is delicate and strong and she bounces on her toes a bit once she's on her feet. "Actually, I think you're going to take me out of here. For a little while. Let's go someplace special."
"Anywhere is special if you're there," he tells her softly, taking the tiara off her head and hiding it out of sight. She blushes pink and she is so worth it. Everything. "So what's the occasion?" he asks because there are headache-y guards with a grudge against him all over the place and the last thing he needs is to kiss her and get interrupted with jail time. Again.
Rapunzel gives him a look. "We could see the mirror, Eugene," she tells him.
Oh. "Oh."
"What are you even doing with something like that?" she asks.
He takes it out, turns it over in his hands, and then gives it to her. "It's for you," he says simply. "It reminded me of you." She looks at it. "I bought it," he remarks.
She stashes it away, out of sight, she's got to have a zillion pockets in that skirt somehow. And how perfect IS that? That they both randomly hide things on themselves without a thought? She's perfect. "Thank you," she says.
He lifts her hands and kisses the backs of them. No trace of her tears remain, just the sweetness of her skin. "Let's find someplace special."
"This pit?" he asks her, staring at the Snuggly Duckling.
Rapunzel beams and nods eagerly. Then stops. "I thought you said it was five-star?"
"Well, I lied," he says, still staring at it. It almost looks cozy from the outside but he knows exactly what he's looking at. Oh yes he does. "It's no-stars. It's negative five-stars. It, Rapunzel, is a hole."
She frowns. "So, this isn't the kind of place I should suggest to my parents for lunch?"
His jaw drops for a moment. "No." he manages. "No, it isn't."
"Looks can be deceiving," says Rapunzel's mother. He whirls. Oh, god. The king and queen. The Snuggly Duckling.
"Because I invited them," Rapunzel says needlessly.
"Not every place in the kingdom is a castle," says her father, patting Maximus's neck. Obviously they came together with him. "If we can't be comfortable wherever our citizens choose to dwell, then we're not fit to be rulers, Eugene."
"Oh, yes, that's—" it's amazing, is what it is. Seriously? If this is what parents are like, he feels really deprived now. Except not really because if he's got Rapunzel then he's got them too. "It's—" But Rapunzel and her parents are already sweeping into the tavern. "Oh, this is just—" he mutters hopelessly.
Maximus snorts at him, messing up his hair. "I know," he says to the horse and he follows them in.
How absolutely not surprising is it that the whole place—full of ugly thugs and really bad beer and questionable food—is singing by the time they leave?
He walks her to her door after dinner. "Hazelnut soup," he says, standing outside of her bedroom. "Always something new with you."
She smiles at him. "You think?"
He brushes a hand over her cheek, feathers his fingers through the ends of her hair. "Know." He meets her eyes. "You're all right?" he asks, just to make sure.
Rapunzel stands on tiptoes uses his collar to yank him down the rest of the way so that she can kiss him gently on the mouth. "As long as we're together," she says against his lips.
He kisses her in return, just a soft glide of lips. "I love you," he says.
"Eugene?" she murmurs. He hums back at her, lost in her. "Let's get married."
He lands flat on his butt. "WHOA!" he shrieks like she's one of the maids burst in on him. "I mean, 'whoa'."
Pascal, sitting on the doorknob, covers his face. Flynn gives him a wildly helpless shrug.
She laughs at him. "Why don't you think on it," she teases, slipping into her room and shutting the door.
Was it surprising? Yes. Worth thinking about? Absolutely not. "Rapunzel?" he tries her door. Locked. "Rapunzel! This isn't over!" he calls out.
Her door opens a crack and she peers out at him, everything in her lit up like a thousand lanterns. "I hope not."
He steals a crown, finds a girl, brings her home, freaks out a bit and hits a wall—but thankfully it's kind of like this tower he knows and if he climbs it…well, who knows what he's going to find now that he's found her?
(Just guessing? It's probably that 'happily ever after' and a guy named Eugene Fitzherbert. Just a guess!)
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AND THEN YOU HAD THEM ALL GO TO THE SNUGGLY DUCKLING AND I LOVE YOU FOREVER. I am laughing and laughing (my face hurts, seriously) and am feeling a feeling that can only be described as pure joy. You did a beautiful job with Eugene's voice, it was so easy to picture all of them because it was pitch-perfect and just. as;dlkfja;slkalkj adventures even after they got Rapunzel home! Her life has begun! Best thing ever! ♥
......what. I love this movie and I love you, of course I'm going to gush all over you. :D :D :D
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Oh, Thank you! Thank you Thank you Thank you!
... Especially for adding in EVERYONE. >D
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oh man, this is great. what an excellent little look at their life after the movie.
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IS
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I'd watch a movie with this plot. It's awesome, and the kind and queen are perfect and your voice for Eugene is awesome <3
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you make me so happy, very happy! <3
i absolutely adored TANGLED and when i saw that there were fics, i was so GIDDY. but then, YOU WROTE ONE...and i just...no words.
you are wonderful, this was wonderful. i loved it. thank you so much.
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ILU. ♥
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