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𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒏𝒏  𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝙵𝙻𝚈𝙽𝙽 𝚁𝙰𝙸𝚂𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝙱𝚁𝙾𝚆 𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽. though this time he feels like he’s not in the place to truly judge her. while flynn didn’t make a habit of lying about his past ( expect… his entire name ). he also wasn’t the most upfront about the fact that he was raised an orphan. yes, people suspected as much. he never thanked his parents for any award and when there are whispers circulating about possible parents after being seen with someone who looks old enough. he never confirms or denies. maybe it’s cause he enjoys the air of mystery around himself. or maybe it’s cause it’s too painful to admit. and to see printed out for the world to see. he doesn’t want more questions about his childhood. his life started when he moved to hollywood. everything else didn’t matter. still, he hums as his mind wanders far away from the room he is physically in. ❝ yeah, I vaguely remember there being a tv once but it was old and tiny and we weren’t allowed to actually use it. I think it broke though. I don’t remember ❞ he shrugs to show his nonchalant. when in reality he’s trying to shrug off the memories. 

❝ 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖, 𝚑𝚞𝚑? ❞ the thought is foreign to him. all his caretakers growing up were either too overloaded with the amount of children they needed to care for or too burnt out to care at all. ❝ can’t imagine what that’s like. I’ve been told I don’t take to rules very well so I imagine I would be a headache for you mother. ❞ brown eyes look over at the other in surprise ( and maybe a hint of embarrassment that he would never admit to ). he really should have known that the prince wasn’t in the first book. and yet there he was outing himself out to the author herself. a thick eyebrow is raised questioningly. ❝ you want me to give you tibits about what should be your character? why didn’t you want him in the first book? why bother making him now? ❞

she  doesn’t  like  to  talk  about  her  past.  which  seems  a  bit  silly,  really,  since  she  wrote  a  whole  book  about  it.  but  that’s  fiction  based  on  reality.  a  rose  tinted  view  of  the  real  pain  she  had  suffered.  her  princess  gets  singing  birds  and  rodent  friends.  rose’s  reality  had  been  far  more  dreary,  with  only  a  pet  chameleon  she  had  to  keep  hidden  away  for  company.  but  with  him    -    something  feels  different.  like  a  kindred  spirit,  who  might  have  an  inkling  of  what  she  had  gone  through.  though,  she  knows,  no  one  can  truly  know  what  it  was  like.  the  real  life  rapunzel    -   isn’t  that  what  the  news  had  called  her?  the  name  a  sick  joke  her  mother  had  played.  now  the  name  of  her  character.  who  gets  a  happy  ending  with  her  real  family.  parents  that  rose  would  never  get  to  meet. 

perhaps  he  was  right.  gothel  had  liked  rules,  and  expected  rose  to  follow  them  to  the  letter.  the  girl  had  never  thought  not  to.  it  had  been  all  she  had  known.  a  thought  that  makes  her  feel  sick  now.  the  fact  that  woman  had  rose  call  her  mother  when  she  was  anything  but.  she  was  nothing  like  a  mother  should  be,  and  rose  had  spent  countless  nights  mourning  the  real  love  of  a  mother.  so  she  simply  offers  him  a  smile,  though  it’s  somewhat  unsure  and  forced.  she  doesn’t  want  to  talk  about  it  any  longer,  not  least  she  do  something  silly  like  start  to  cry.  so  she’s  grateful  when  conversation  turns  back  to  her  book.    ❝    well    -    the  studio  thought  it  would  be  better  if  rapunzel  ended  up  with  a  prince  and,  i  guess,  they  know  what’s  best.    ❞     but  her  story  had  been  one  of  finding  inner  strength  and  confidence.  the  true  meaning  of  her  words  had  been  lost  completely  when  adapted  for  the  screen.    ❝    they’re  expecting  him  to  be  a  big  hit  with  audiences  so   -    ❞    she  waves  a  hand  over  the  manuscript  she’s  working  on.  truth  is  she’d  been  caught  out  by  the  small  print,  and  now  contractually  obliged  to  add  him  to  her  story.    ❝    i  have  to  find  a  way  to  fit  him  in.    ❞

#dreamwaited #ⅱ․ interaction. #ⅳ․ modern.

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𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒏𝒏  𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓.

𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝚄𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙽𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝚁. a dangerous game when it was his job to try and get her out of this safely. even if it meant risking his own. but her words still cause a pitter patter in his chest that he can’t ignore. a reminder that all of this wasn’t just in his head. a consolation prize to the fact he’d never be able to be with her properly. at least he didn’t have to go on knowing that he wasn’t the only one that felt the sparks between them. dangerous enough to start a roaring flame. though the cynical voice in his head taunts him. tells him that her returning and confirming her own feelings just made it hurt more. it was a step closer to a dream neither of them would ever get to have. a reminder he’d never love anyone as much as he loves her.

𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗. to focus on anything that aren’t those stunning green eyes. the very eyes that have left the chatty boy speechless time and time again. the screams of pain throughout his body along with the screaming of his heart cause a deafening chorus that leaves him incapacitated. he can only hope that the pain will subside soon enough for him to come up with a way to get the princess home.

 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗. or rather distracts him long enough that the throbs are no longer at the forefront of his thoughts. he’s been close to many people. both men and women. and yet none of those times he laid with felt as intimate than when the princess wrapped the makeshift bandage around his body. the edges of the world around blurring as rapunzel becomes the only thing he can see clearly. he’s not sure how long they sat there. just looking at each other. drinking in that momet. to flynn it feels like a lifetime. the musketeer debates closing the space between them but he fights the urge. and yet her lips are pressed against his anyways and he wonders briefly if his body had gone onto autopilot and kissed her despite telling himself not to. but then he realizes it was rapunzel who had kissed him. and just like that he melts into her completely. no longer caring he was a musketeer and she was his princess. a kiss this right couldn’t be wrong. right?

in  that  moment  there’s  nothing  else  but  him.  the  rest  of  the  world,  with  it’s  trials  and  tribulations,  melts  away.  there’s  only  the  soft  feel  of  his  skin  underneath  her  fingers,  and  the  sweet  meeting  of  their  lips.  her  first  kiss,  she  would  later  realise.  maybe  it  wasn’t  perfect,  like  her  handmaidens  always  said  it  would  be.  there’s  no  romantic  candlelight  or  violin  music,  but  they  don’t  need  that.  their  love  isn’t  the  result  of  some  rose  tinted  daydream.  it’s  real.  pure.  it  makes  her  heart  beat  and  all  bad  thoughts  melt  away.  rapunzel  finds  herself  leaning  into  him,  trying  to  bring  herself  ever  closer.  even  though  no  space  remains  between  them. 

but  all  good  things  come  to  an  end,  and  eventually  rapunzel  has  to  pull  away  from  him.  her  arms  remain  encased  around  him.  her  chest  rises  and  falls  with  the  extra  effort  to  catch  her  breath.  the  princess  glances  up  at  him  from  underneath  her  eyelashes.  cheeks  burning  red.  it  occurs  to  her,  then,  that  her  actions  had  been  rather  forward.  not  lady-like,  her  etiquette  teacher  would  scold.  hadn’t  her  handmaidens  always said  it  was  for  the  men  to  make  the  first  move?  had  she  broken  some  sort  of  unspoken  rule  of  romance.  

and  now  she’s  slightly  panicked.  green  eyes  wide,  body  instinctively  falling  backwards.  her  arms  fall  to  her  side,  though  one  hand  reaches  up  to  touch  her  lips.  still  a  little  dazed.    ❝    i    --    that  was  inappropriate  of  me.    ❞    she  stands,  taking  the  bowl  of  bloody  water  over  to  the  window  to  dispose  of  it.  a  shaky  breath  passes  her  lips  as  the  princess  looks  out  over  the  dark  horizon.  there’s  distant  lights  from  the  kingdom    --    her  kingdom.  hands  grip  the  windowsill  as  she  blinks  away  a  stray  tear.  it  hits  her,  then,  the  true  reality  of  the  situation.  of  how  her  heart  is  so  torn  in  two.  between  her  kingdom  and  her  people,  and  the  man  she  loves  so  desperately.  why  can’t  she  love  both?  why  does  she  have  to  abide  by  some  rule  made  by  a  king  centuries  before  she  was  even  born.    ❝    i’m  sorry  if  i  crossed  a  line,  but  i  don’t  regret  it.    ❞

#teehee #dreamwaited #ⅱ․ interaction. #ⅳ․ the musketeers.

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Kathryn Newton in “The Map of Tiny Perfect Things”

#ⅲ․ visual.

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𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂   ⚔️    ❝ [  RAIN  ]  for  our  muses  to  dance  in  the  rain  /  kiss  in  the  rain ❞    

𝙱𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙻𝚂 𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳. survival mode told him they should go inside. the dark rainclouds rolled in fast and swept the streets into darkness. it did not take long for heavy raindrops to cause eugene’s clothing to cling awkwardly to his body. wet hair kept having to be pushed back as it continued to slip into his eyes. they should go inside. one of them was going to catch a cold if they stayed out here. yet for once eugene couldn’t find his voice as he watched rapunzel spin in the rain. the idea of dragging her into the dry warmth evaporated from his mind. even in the wet darkness, she was his sunshine and lit up the spot where she danced and twirled with the village children. eugene felt his heart ache as he watched her and wondered briefly if he could die from being so painfully in love with the twirling princess. he was almost positive that it was going to be too much and cause his heart to give out completely.

𝚎𝚞𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚣𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗. and none of the children paid much mind to him as they danced with the princess. eugene used to pride himself on being able to predict the unpredictable. it was what made him such a good thief. and yet the brunette seemed to constantly keep him on his toes as she held her hand out at him. and then she refused to take no as an answer. he attempted to wrinkle his nose in protest and in response she boldly grabbed both hands and tugged him to where the children were dancing. eugene’s mind wanders briefly to their first day together in corona. it was brighter then. and yet the world seemed just as clear and colorful now as it had been that day as he twirled rapunzel under his arm. unlike that day, he had no need to second guess his movements or grow embarrassed of the fluttering in his chest. he embraced his love for her with full stride as the rain continued to fall upon them.

𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. so many people worried about the ex-thief’s influence on the princess. and yet it was rapunzel who called him into the rain. and rapunzel who kept his heart wild while also teaching him what it meant to have a home. they continue to dance and he watches the raindrops fall from their bodies. he swears he can see them sparkle. swears the magic of her laughter causes the entire world around them to sparkle. his hand dips to her lower back as he draws her closer. his forehead resting against her own freckled skin as his nose wrinkles up once again but the mishchief is clear in his eyes. he leans downs to gently capture her lips in his own. his lips lingering against her cupper lip as he speaks softly ❝ if I get sick you are going to have to be the one to deal with it, sunshine. and if I get lectured for this by your parents I’m going to physically sit you in between me and them. ❞

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#this makes me uwu so hard #🥺🥺🥰🥰 #ⅰ․ saved. #dreamwaited tag

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ily

#abby sent me this i love them so much #ⅲ․ visual. #ⅵ․ rapunzel & eugene. #ⅴ․ eugene fitzherbert.

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TANGLED / TANGLED EVER AFTER: Repunzel + Eugene + kisses  💕

#They <3 #ⅲ․ visual. #ⅵ․ rapunzel & eugene.

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𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒏𝒏  𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓.

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃. but he knows better than to move toward her again as she’d already stepped away from him the first time. after he’d chased after her like a fool. he’s still not positive following her was the right thing to do but he needed to make sure she was okay. which she obviously wasn’t. so while he might not be able to pull her into the tight embrace he so badly wanted to give her, he could still be there for her. help her calm down and clear the tears from her gorgeous eyes. ❝ you have my word. I have no desire to hurt you. ever ❞ he hopes she believes him as all the usual mischief and mirth is clear from his brown eyes and replaced with worry and concern. he cares about her more than he’d ever thought he would ever be able to care about someone.

𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎. while he saw the reaction between the flower and her hair, it was still surprising to accept that all of that was a result of a girl simply picking up a flower. ❝ so let me get this clear. you already knew that your hair glows before today? you just… didn’t know if it glowed when it was near a certain flower? ❞ there’s a hint of skepticism in his tone. eugene was so used to being able to explain strange things away with logics or theories he’s read in his books. and despite seeing the spectacle with his own two eyes, his brain was refusing to catch up completely.

𝒊𝒕’𝒔  𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅  𝒗𝒔  𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕.  her  mother’s  words  echo  in  her  mind,  about  men  with  pointy  teeth  and  ruffians  and  thugs.  but  she  knows  that  flynn  isn’t  any  of  those  things.  he’s  kind,  funny,  and  he  cares.  and  his  teeth   --   well,  they’re  very  shiny  and  straight.  so  why  can’t  she  bring  herself  to  let  go?  to  let  him  know  who  she  really  is,  let  down  the  walls  that  gothel  had  spent  eighteen  years  building.  brick  by  brick.  she  wants  to  though.  she  wants  to  break  it  down  so  that’s  it’s  nothing  but  dust.  fingers  comb  through  the  knots  that  had  balled  into  long  blonde  hair.  pulling  out  the  leaves  and  sticks  that  had  gotten  stuck.  rapunzel  swallows.  change  starts  with  her,  right?  if  she  wants  to  trust  him  then,  well,  she  just  has  to  do  it. 

❝   𝒊  𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆  𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄  𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓  𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕  𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔  𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏  𝒊  𝒔𝒊𝒏��!    ❞    the  words  rush  from  her  lips  in  one  long  breath,  with  barely  any  pause  between.  her  heart  is  beating  rapidly,  hands  starting  to  tug  at  her  hair  in  a  way  that  makes  her  scalp  ache.  she  pauses  only  momentarily  for  a  reaction  before  continuing.    ❝   mother  says  it’s  been  like  this  since  i  was  a  baby,  that  people  tried  to  cut  it  and  use  it’s  power  for  themselves.  that’s  why   --    ❞    she  tumbles  over  her  own  words.  should  she  tell  him  about  the  tower?  that  before  their  first  encounter  she  had  never  stepped  foot  in the  outside  world.  instead  she  pulls  her  hair  back,  to  where  one  short  brown  strand  sits  at  the  base  of  her  neck.    ❝   --    it’s  so  long.  when  it’s  cut  it  turns  brown  and  𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔  𝒂𝒍𝒍  𝒊𝒕’𝒔  𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓.    ❞

#dreamwaited #ⅱ․ interaction. #ⅳ․ barbie as rapunzel.

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𝒋𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔  𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓.

he  thinks  he  feels  the  breath  rush  out  of  his  chest  .         he's  not  sure  he's  heard  correctly,  or  understood  right  -  for  a  second.    he  blinks ,    knows  he  should  say  something,  and  quickly,  but  seems  lost  on  what  to  say.    strange,   since  he  was  rarely  short  on  words.        ❝   you  want  it  to  be  real ?   ❞    he  can  hardly  wrap   his  mind  around  what  this  means,   but  his  mind  is  suddenly  spinning  with  the  possibilities.     he'd  not  wanted  this  to  end  either,   he  knew  that  -  and  all  of  a  sudden,   he  realises  why  he  hadn't  realised  it  sooner.   that  rapunzel  really  meant  a  lot  to  him.     that  he  wanted  it  to  be  real  too,    that  in  a  way  -  it  already  was  to  him.      her  hands  are  still  in  his,   and  he  squeezes  them  gently,   shifting  so  he  can  properly  look  at  her .      she  really  was  beautiful,   so  much  that  he  felt  his  heart  in  his  chest  when  he  thought  of  it.    why  hadn't  he  realised  all  this  sooner.      ❝   you  mean  like  -  a  real  couple?     because  I  think,   I  mean  I'd  really  like  that,   too   ❞ 

head  nods  just  the  smallest  amount.  suddenly  rapunzel  feels  sick,  like  all  the  bravery  had  been  sucked  from  her  body.  every  second  he  takes  to  think  feels  like  an  hour,  waiting  for  the  inevitable  rejection.  she  tells  herself  it’s  fine  if  he  doesn’t  feel  the  same,  he  doesn’t  owe  her  anything,  but  she’s  already  feeling  the  prick  of  tears  in  her  eyes.  a  heaviness  in  her  chest  that  hadn’t  been  there  before.  until  he  squeezes  her  hands.  hope  springs  into  her  heart,  lighting  up  green  eyes.    ❝    really?    ❞    the  word  rips  from  her  lips  in  a  squeal,  a  few  octaves  higher  then  normal.  excitably  feet  bounce,  hands  squeezing  his  back.  this  must  be  what  they  call  euphoria,  a  rush  of  happiness  more  intense  then  anything  she’s  ever  felt  before.   ❝    i  mean,  um,  that’s  great!  thank  you!    ❞    her  smile  falters,  eyebrows  creasing.  okay,  so  that  wasn’t  the  right  thing  to  say.  she  almost  wants  to  hit  her  palm  against  her  forehead.  idiot!    ❝    sorry    --    i’ve  never  really  done  this  for  real  before.    ❞

#stagcharmed #ⅱ․ interaction. #ⅳ․ princess of corona. #ⅰ․ queue.

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𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒏𝒏 ·𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓.

𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙵𝙻𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷. he swears in all the magic at hogwarts the sound of her laughter is the_ most magical of all_. he feels like an** utter fool as his heart begins to flutter. while flynn might have started as a small scrawny orphan it didn’t take too long for him to come into his looks. and in return get romantic attention instead of the looks of pity the skin and bones boy had been used to. the regular meals allowed him to fill out his figure and practices kept him fit. so he’d gotten used to turning heads. even prided himself on his flirting skills. and yet no one truly piqued his interest. only rapunzel**. no one else could get his heart racing. he wished he was a painter or had a camera and come capture the image forever. instead, he’d lock it inside his memories.·

𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. her mother was infamous around campus. it was hard not to know her. ❝ something tells me I might not be your ma’s favorite. something about tracking in too much mud. so somehow it doesn’t surprise me that she’s not the biggest fan of sweets ❞ he teases her as he gently bumps his elbow against her arm. he reaches to grab the sugar quill that had escape her custody. ❝ **good thing while she can give you a lecture you can still hide ‘em in your room and even she can’t make the headmaster make chocolate frogs contraband. I think the entire school would revolt. **❞

of· course· he’s· met· her· mother.· they· all· have.· crazy· mother· gothel,· who· stalks· the· halls· of· hogwarts· and· routinely· ruins· her· daughter’s· life.· it’s· all· out· of· love,· rapunzel· knows· that.· she· had· problems· controlling· her· magic· as· a· child,· so· she· had· to· be· kept· away· from· everyone· else· least· she· hurt· anyone.· but· even· gothel· couldn’t· argue· that· hogwarts,· especially· with dumbledore· at· the· head,· was· 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 ·𝒔𝒉𝒆 ·𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 ·𝒕𝒐 ·𝒃𝒆.· where· she· would· get· the· best· training· so· maybe,· one· day,· she· could· go· out· into· the· big· wide· world.· not· that· she’s· ever· approached· the· subject· with· her· mother.· she· would· just· laugh.· you’re· not· ready· for· that,· rapunzel,· the· world· is· a· dangerous· place.· yet· all· her· friends· wander· free· and· happy,· so· 𝒘𝒉𝒚 ·𝒊𝒔 ·𝒊𝒕 ·𝒔𝒐 ·𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 ·𝒇𝒐𝒓 ·𝒉𝒆𝒓?

❝ · ·mother· doesn’t· really· like· anyone· · --· ··even· dumbledore. · ·❞· · calls· him· a· crackpot· and· a· fool,· and· then· laughs· to· herself· as· if· she’s· heard· the· funniest· joke· in· the· world.· rapunzel· doesn’t· get· it.· dumbledore· is· clever· and· kind,· if· maybe· a· bit· eccentric.· still,· she· laughs· at· flynn’s· words.· he’s· right,· ·the· school· would· revolt.· not· that· dumbledore· would· ever· do· such· a· thing.· they· all· know· his· love· for· sweets.· · ❝· · i· know· a· few· good· hiding· places,· actually.· · ❞· · cheeks· flush,· as· if· she’s· revealing· her· deepest· darkest· secrets.· which· she· might· as· well· be.· rapunzel· doesn’t· like· keeping· things· from· her· mother.· doesn’t· like· having· to· hiding· precious· belongings,· or· items· she· shouldn’t· have· that· all· her· friends· do.· the· guilt· sometimes· eats· at· her· while· she’s· trying· to· sleep.· but· she· doesn’t· quite· understand· why· she· can’t· have· sugar,· or· read· certain· books,· especially· when· all· her· friends· do.· ··❝ · ·the· floorboard· under· my· bed· was· getting· kinda· full. · ·❞

#dreamwaited #ⅱ․ interaction. #ⅳ․ harry potter. #ⅰ․ queue.

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𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒏𝒏  𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓.

𝙵𝙻𝚈𝙽𝙽 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙰𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴. so he notices the shift in the other’s emotions with little effort. the problem is getting himself to care enough to ask. yes, she’s the author of the book he’s about to star in the adaption of. but it wasn’t as if she was the director. or even one of his costars. they’re probably never see each other again once the filming was done and all the interviews and tours were complete. and even then flynn wasn’t sure how involved rose would be in it all. and yet there is a small part of him that wants to ask if she’s okay. a glimmer of who he once was that he quickly snuffs out. he shrugs. ❝ I get that. didn’t watch tv much as a kid either. didn’t exactly have access. but the idea of acting was appealing and now… well it’s hard for me not to watch now isn’t it? ❞

𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍. didn’t move away from italy and maybe even remained under the baron. he quickly shakes that thought from his mind. he loves his life now. or at least he keeps telling himself he should. their handshake is brief but again flynn doesn’t ask questions. awkward writers weren’t anything new in his line of business. ❝ adventure huh? I like the sound of that. much more thrilling. have any other tibits about the prince that wouldn’t be in the book? ❞

she  perks  up,  somewhat,  at  the  revelation.  eyes  widening  ever  so  slightly.    ❝    you  grew  up  without a  tv,  too?    ❞    rose  never  imagined  that  someone  like  him,  who  undoubtedly  has  more  money  then  she  could  ever  imagine,  could  have  grown  up  similarly  to  her.  not  exactly  like  her,  of  course.  she’s  been  told  countless  times  how  𝒂𝒘𝒇𝒖𝒍  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒖𝒏𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍  her  situation  had  been.  but,  in  a  way,  it’s  comforting  to  know  that  others  had  grown  up  without  all  the  luxuries  most  take  for  granted.  after  all,  it  wasn’t  just  a  television  she  grew  up  without.  she  never  had  a  mobile  phone,  had  never  heard  of  google.  the  basic  laptop  she  owned  only  had  basic  programs,  enough  for  her  to  complete  her  homeschooling.  but  that  was  too  heavy  a  subject  to  drop  on  someone  she  barely  knows.  she  clears  her  throat,  tucking  a  strand  of  dark  hair  behind  her  ear.    ❝    my,  uh    --    mother  was  pretty  strict.    ❞

she  wonders  if  he’s  actually  read  the  book.  really,  rose  couldn’t  blame  him  if  he  hadn’t.  after  all,  there’s  a  lot  the  movie  changes.  most of  it  she  tried  to  veto,  but  she  was  easily  overruled.  she  might  as  well  have  𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒅  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍  the  minute  she  sold  the  rights.    ❝    oh,  well,  he  isn’t  actually  in  the  first  one.    ❞    because  there  had  been  no  prince  to  save  her.  rose  had  saved  herself  all  on  her  own.  she  wanted  that  to  be  the  message.  that  girls  didn’t  have  to  wait  for  their  knights  in  shinning  armour.  but  that  wasn’t  a  narrative  hollywood  wanted  to  tell.  girl  power  doesn’t  sell  tickets,  apparently.    ❝    but  he’s  in  the  sequel!    ❞    she  tries  to  sound  excited,  but  the  sequel  wasn’t  something  she  even  wanted  to  write.  everyone  else  wanted  it,  and  he  had  to  be  in  it.  supposedly  they’re  expecting  him  to  be  a  popular  addition.    ❝    actually    --    maybe  you  could  give  me  some  tidbits?    ❞

#dreamwaited #ⅱ․ interaction. #ⅳ․ modern. #ⅰ․ queue.

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𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆  𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒐𝒘.

𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙸𝙼𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵. he wasn’t trying to be malicious or even doing it to mock the princess. he simply forgotten how good of a person rapunzel was. it was refreshing after the life he and eugene were forced through at such a young age. he gives her a shrug as he wiggles his eyebrows at her for a moment. hands waving in the air as if it helps his arguement. ❝ he can only get upset if he finds out ❞ which he would. because lance would tell him. on purpose or not only time would tell. it all depended on which story he ended up telling the other. but keeping secrets from eugene always proved too difficult. something he never masted in the twenty-whatever years they were friends. it would be silly to think he could suddenly keep secrets from eugene now. ❝ eugene isn’t the only guy around that likes telling stories. it’s just that most of mine are about him ❞

perfectly  straight  teeth  bite  down  on  her  bottom  lip  as  rapunzel  considers  the  idea.  lance  certainly  has  a  point,  eugene  does  like  to  tell  stories.  often  of  his  swashbuckling  adventures,  with  his  brave  best  friend  at  his  side,  though  rapunzel  is  sure  there’s  an  element  of  exaggeration  to  them.  and  she  has  to  admit,  she  is  curious.  wants  to  know  everything  about  the  life  eugene  lead  before  they  met.  for  as  close  as  they  are,  she  still  sometimes  feels  like  there’s  so  much  she  doesn’t  know.  about  him  and  the  world.    ❝    okaaay,    ❞    she  draws  the  word  out,  heartbeat  increasing.  a  mix  of  nerves  and  excitement  bubble  in  her  stomach,  as  if  she’s  breaking  some  kind  of  rule.  but  it’s  not  as  if  eugene  ever  specifically  said  she  couldn’t  listen  to  stories  from  his  past  told  by  his  partner  in  crime  .  .  .     ❝    one  wouldn’t  hurt,  right.    ❞

#rebelwove #ⅱ․ interaction. #ⅳ․ post tangled. #ⅰ․ queue.

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𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒏𝒏  𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓.

𝙵𝙻𝚈𝙽𝙽 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝚈 𝙳𝚄𝙼𝙱 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴. it wasn’t too long ago he was stealing to make it through the day while also keeping his head low to avoid the baron. it might not have been the life he would have chosen for himself, but it was his. and his reckless behaviors were easy to wave away because they rarely affected anyone else expect himself. no need to think through all the things that could go wrong when he didn't care about what would happen if they did. and for so long it had worked in his favor. until it hadn’t and he found himself caught by a musketeer. 

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. a brand he spent so long perfecting back in italy squashed in just a couple of nights. and yet he couldn’t say he regretted it. even now as he starred at the chipped paint of the room forcing himself to remain awake and alert as his body throbbed and begged for rest. so yes, flynn had done many dumb things with his life. and yet the most foolish thing he could have done was fall head over heels for the princess who was currently tending to his wounds. under the gaudy armor he was still just a commoner. the king’s favorite form of protection but a means to an end. no noblemen who wished to keep their status took on the musketeer arms. 

𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎. the only blessing in that is it would probably be a second born. a son with no crown. so she’d remain in corona. and so would flynn. and yet he can’t help but wonder if that was part of their curse. would he be forced to keep her safe as she was courted by some charming prince? would he stand guard at their wedding? help arrange security of the cradle of their kin? he hisses again in pain as the cloth is pressed against his wounds once more. glad for the distraction. this pain was much more bearable then the thoughts assaulting his mind. ❝ i am a fan of having attention so I welcome the title of hero very gladly ❞ he attempts a smile. it’s rough around the edges as his body still fights him, but genuine. ❝ call it a selfish act because a world where you’re not in it is not a world I wish to partake in ❞

cheeks  flush  a  brilliant,  bright  red.  such  words  from  anyone  else  would  not  garner  such  a  reaction.  a  gentle  smile,  certainly.  a  soft  thank  you  for  the  kind  words.  but  she  would  not  dwell  over  them,  she  would  not  lay  in  bed  later  that  night  playing  them  over  in  her  head  while  she  tries  to  decipher  the  look  in  his  eyes.  that’s  what  flynn  does  to  her.  makes  her  lovesick,  yet  sad  all  at  the  same  time.  because 𝒔𝒉𝒆  𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔  𝒉𝒊𝒎,  she  knows  that  she  does,  but  they’ll  never  be  together.  not  properly.  that’s  just  how  the  world  works,  and  she  would  be  naive  to  think  that  they  would  be  able  to  change  it.

and  yet   --    𝒔𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍  𝒉𝒂𝒔  𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆.

she  drops  the  cloth  back  into  the  bloody  water.  taking  a  moment  to  inspect  her  handy  work.  the  wound  is  clean  and  the  bleeding  has  mostly  stopped,  but  it’s  not  perfect.  it  probably  needs  stitches,  and  even  if  she  had  a  needle  and  thread  at  her  disposal  r apunzel  is  hardly  a  trained  physician.  though  she’s  read  plenty  of  books,  combed  through  the  small  section  the  palace  library  houses  on  healing  and  medicine.  maybe  in  another  life  that’s  what  she  would  have  done.  the  village  physician    --    and  a  musketeer’s  wife.  head  shakes,  now  isn’t  the  time  to  get  lost  in  fairytales  of  her  own  making.  instead  nimble  fingers  tear  off  a  shred  of  her  underskirt.  it  would  have  to  do  as  a  makeshift  bandage  until  they  get  home.

❝    i    --    𝒊  𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆.    ❞    her  voice  is  so  quiet,  it’s  barely  a  whisper.  maybe  because  she  almost  doesn’t  dare  speak  it  aloud.  still,  it  hits  her  then  how  true  it  is.  a  word  without  him  isn’t  a  world  she  imagine,  let  alone  live  in.  her  heart  could  never  belong  to  another,  so  how  could  she  ever  marry  anyone  else?  she  couldn’t.  if  she  can’t  be  with  him  then  she  will  be  a  queen  without  a  king.  arms  circle  his  body,  wrapping  the  temporary  bandage  tight  around  his  wound.  when  she  looks  up  her  own  body  stills,  unaware  of  just  how  close  they  had  become.  rapunzel  swallows  as  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕  𝒐𝒇  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅  𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒔  𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚.  flynn  is  everything.  consuming  her.  so  there’s  no  hesitation  as  she  closes  the  gap  and  kisses  him.

#teehee #dreamwaited #ⅱ․ interaction. #ⅳ․ the musketeers. #ⅰ․ queue.

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#i'll do it

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𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒏𝒏  𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓.

𝙵𝙻𝚈𝙽𝙽 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙱𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽. it’s why he was still alive. life tried to knock him down over and over again and yet he never let it get the best of him. no snow storm or lack of food or even the baron’s men would be his downfall. if he was going down he was going to go down swinging during one of his epic plans. and it’s that stubbornness that is now butting heads with the princess before him. he’d never fully healed from the hurt she had caused him. his heart had become a patch work of scars. his failed attempt with stalyan proved he might never fully heal. the only person he could trust was himself.

𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎. the feelings he pushed down all that time ago starting to kick at the lid he so tightly sealed. he loved her. he can admit to that. and maybe that’s why it’s so hard to see the tears swell in the eyes he used to get lost in. the urge to childishly cover his ears and tune her out almost overtakes him. but instead he sets his jaw and continues to look at her coldly. the storm of emotions raging inside of him is hidden behind his mask. instead there is only anger in his eyes. ❝ yeah? and what is it like, princess? ❞

what  was  it  like?  how  can  she  explain  to  him  that  being  a  princess  was  sometimes  suffocating.  that  having  people  watching  her  every  move,  planning  her  every  step,  made  her  feel  like  she  was  trapped.  like  the  story  she  had  once  been  told  as  a  child,  of  𝒂  𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔  𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅  𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆  𝒂  𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓.  it  had  scared  her  so  much  that  her  mother  had  never  told  it  to  her  again.  but  she  also  knew  that  she  was  lucky.  privileged.  after  all,  she  had  three  full  meals  a  day,  a  roof  over  her  head,  and  an  endless  choice  of  garments.  she  knows  that  not  everyone  in  the  kingdom  is  so  lucky. 

a  shaky  breath  escapes  her.  lips  part  to  speak  but  words  fail  her.  what  can  she  say?  that  being  a  princess  is  really  hard.  he’s  just  going  to  laugh  at  her.  rapunzel  probably  would  too,  if  she  was  him.    ❝    i  just  wanted  to  be    --    𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉  𝒚𝒐𝒖  𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕    --     ❞    a  hiccup  interrupts  the  broken  thoughts  that  fall  from  pink  lips.    ❝    normal.  with  you    --  and  lance,   i  was  just  a  normal  girl  that  didn’t  know  to  know  the  difference  between  a  salad  fork  and  a  dessert  fork  and  didn’t  have  the  weight  of  an  entire  kingdom  resting  on  her  tiny,  but  sturdy  shoulders,  and   --     ❞   she’s  rambling,  but  she  can’t  seem  to  stop.  because  once  she  stops  talking  then  he’s  going  to  speak,  and  she’s  not  sure  that  she’ll  like  what  he’s  going  to  say.    ❝    i  guess  what  i’m  trying  to  say  is  that  .  .  .   𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉  𝒚𝒐𝒖  𝒊  𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅  𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕  𝒃𝒆  𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.    ❞

#dreamwaited #ⅳ․ princess of corona. #ⅱ․ interaction.

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moon punz au definitely incoming 

#in like 2 - 4 weeks when i actually read the book POIDHSF #i either read a book in a day or in a year there is no inbetween #ⅰ․ out of character.

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@dreamwaited

Ah yes. Me. My girlfriend. And her 1,000 pound warhorse that keeps trying to arrest me.

#this meme is old ik but im LOSING IT #ⅴ․ eugene fitzherbert. #ⅴ․ maximus.

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𝒅𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒅  𝒌𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒌.

𝙳𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙳 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙵𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝚆𝙺𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙻𝚈. he is well aware the importance of the visitor. and yet he struggle to really find it in himself to care. her appearance left him with a long list of tasks and gadgets to brainstorm and invent to help her with her unique powers. and small talk was david’s worst enemy of all. he’d much rather spend the time and energy trying to figure out how to help destroy the fold then having to figure out how to… make small talk. david wonders briefly if he should offer to show her around the little palace. pick up where genya took off.

𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. he spent all his time in the workshop that even directions to the dining room made the fabrikator pause for a moment. surely there were better tour guides that could show the sun summoner around. ❝ oh, er, what have you seen so far? ❞

this  is  awkward.  david  doesn’t  seem  the  most  social  of  person  and,  she  supposes,  she  isn’t  either.  it’s  not  like  she  had  much  cause  to  be  when  she  was  in  the  tower.  and  though  she’s  truly  trying,  it’s  hard  to  carry  a  conversation  when  all  people  seem  to  want  to  talk  about  is  her.  not  often  with  her  either,  rather  to  her.  asking  her  questions  and  then  turning  to  each  other  to  discuss  her  answer.  but  she’s  trying  her  best.  keeping  up  a  smile,  𝒂  𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆  𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆.  it’s  harder  then  either  she  or  nikolai  had  expected.  he  promised  to  stand  by  her  through  it  all,  and  yet  she  barely  sees  him.

❝    oh,  um,  genya’s  shown  me  almost  everything,  i  think.    ❞    they’ve  seen  the  hall  where  they  eat,  the  quarters  where  they  sleep,  the  training  areas  and  the  lake.  the  latter  was  her  favourite.  the  way  the  water  reflected  the  sun  was  captivating,  she  almost  wanted  to  jump  in.  but  it  wasn’t  lady-like,  and  certainly  not  behaviour  of  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒖𝒏  𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓.    ❝    are  these  your  workshops?  what  do  you  make  here?    ❞

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