Disney Parents Backstory Tangled Version!
So here's what I've come up with for Rapunzel's parents. We know that Arianna used to adventure with Willow and that they competed in the Contest of Crowns, and yet they don't appear to be princesses of one of the Seven Kingdoms. So I had the idea that this is how the Princess and the Pea story goes in the DisneyVerse!
Young Arianna travels through Corona who's once again hosting the contest, and decides to join in as it seems fun and hey, she and Willow are princesses as well!
Prince Frederic's mother is less then enthused at this young nobody claiming to be a princess winning all these events for royalty, as she had decided to use the contest as a way to find a suitable wife for her son. Frederic, however, is head over heels for this beautiful talented adventurer and makes sure to help her win the last-minute "challenge" his mother sets up to test Arianna--the infamous pile of mattresses and the pea underneath.
Meanwhile, with Eugene's Parents I think they'd fit well with the "Man meets Odd Traveling Companions and they help him win a Princess' hand" storyline
When you've got a place with a name and the vibe of "The Dark Kingdom" well you're just gonna attract wicked sorcerers. Its prime evil tower real estate!
So young Prince Edmund is sent to run him off, and in the process of scoping out the tower he meets the sorcerer's young daughter, a beautiful young maiden named Hortensia.
(I wanted a name to link Eugene's birthname too, and Hortensia works well as a feminine version of Horace xD)
They start talking and meeting secretly, and she helps Edmund avoid her father's raven spies. But she herself is trapped and unable to escape due to her father's power.
Eventually they're discovered, and the sorcerer, mostly to amuse himself, gives Edmund three impossible tasks to fulfill in order to marry Hortensia when Edmund states his feelings towards her.
So Edmund, determined to free her, goes off on his journey to do the tasks and along the way he meets young Quirin, Hector and Adira, helps them with whatever trouble he finds them in and so they form The Brotherhood, and they later use their special skills (and some secret help from Hortensia, through the ravens she's managed to turn to her aide) to fulfill the tasks, and eventually defeat the evil sorcerer once and for all.
The three companions find a new home and family in Edmund's court, Edmund and Hortensia are happily married and she has control of her father's ravens now, which she starts training to listen to Edmund as well, and the little chick seen in her hand in the portrait in the show turns out to be baby Hamuel.
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Little Witch The last kingdom x reader
Chapter 4
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Type: Series
Summary: You recover from use of your powers. Later you have a vision where you meet someone from your past.
Warnings: 18 +, suggestive situations, etc
Uhtred moves toward your small form. Crumpled on the ground.
“Are you sure you want to do that mate?” Finan asks, still keeping a great distance between the two of you.
Uhtred turns to look at Finan with an eyebrow raised.
“I mean, what if she gets you with her mind powers.” Finan’s voice has an edge of mockery. But his concern is real. He’s just seen you melt a man’s mind without touching him. He’s not convinced you won’t do something similar to Uhtred. Even in your sleeping form.
“What harm can she do while asleep?” Uhtred remarks. If you could do something like this while at their camp, it was worth noting that you chose not to.
He’s feels more certain you have good intentions towards him and his fellow warriors. While he was not entirely convinced of your innocence, his reservations towards you dwindled. Having no trouble picking you up or being near you more now.
He could see now that you were nothing like Skade. He could see why men feared Skade, her outward appearance matched her inner intentions. Yet with you he sees no reason to be scared. Well not until a few moments ago. Compared to Skade your vision was much clearer and your power was clearly stronger.
Fate had sent you his way for a reason. Now he was sure he would accept it. Fate had not been kind to him recently. He argued that this might be a some sort of present from the gods. A way to make up for all of the bad.
He crouched near your body. Your breathing soft, as you lay on your side. Your tattered dress covered in dirt. Both old and new.
Uhtred brushes a piece of hair out of your face. Taking the time to observe the peace on your face, that he sees only when you sleep.
Finan sends a look towards Sihtric and Osferth. Realising that any advice he gave to Uhtred about not thinking with his cock, clearly went in one ear and out the other.
The feelings among Finan, Sihtric and Osferth were almost unanimous. They’d seen the disruption and trouble Skade had left. They expected the same from you. Yet watching you today changed some of their perceptions.
They had decided you couldn’t be truly evil. Not when you went out of your way to save Osferth. At a tax to your own health.
They had decided to no longer judge you based of your appearance. You may look small and weak physically, but they were forced to stretch their ideas of strength after watching you force a man to his God with just a look.
The one perception that did not change was that you were dangerous. If they were not friends with Uhtred, they would see him as dangerous. Dangerous because of his immense strength and skill both on and off the battlefield.
You were dangerous because you were both a witch and a stranger. They had no stories shared with you, no memories, no battles. They didn’t know the first thing about you. Not even your name.
Uhtred reached his arms underneath you, picking you up and carrying you to his horse. He struggled little as he mounted his horse with you in his arms. Positioning you to straddle his lap, leaning your head on his chest. Drawing his own cloak around you.
Your body was limp. Even with the dead weight he thought your body too light. Your dress hid your shape. Though the contact between his chest and your body allowed him to realise how small you really were. As his arm held you close he could almost feel your bones through the thin layer of skin covering them.
He would make sure you were fed properly from now on. If you were to stick around he wouldn’t want you weak.
The horses went back into formation as they walked down the road again. Finan beside him. Osferth and Sihtric behind. All being extremely quiet.
“What will become of her?” Osferth asks, voice gentle. Mind contemplating your fate. Fate that now in rested in their hands.
Uhtred thinks about it, “she stays with us, but we will still be cautious of her. Know now she is no fake.”
“So have you decided to keep her then?” Finan’s question makes him snort. The sound making you stir beside him.
“A witch this powerful,” he looks down to you once more. “I would be foolish not to.”
Your mind is blank. Emerged in darkness.
A dull light emerging from the darkness works to break your unconscious state. The drowsiness of your mind begins to agitate you, as you struggle to escape it. You feel your mind try to awaken but your body is still numb. You try to move your arms, lift your lids, stretch you toes. All prove fruitless.
Slowly, the drowsiness begins to clear and your mind begins to sharpen. It feels as thought knives are being pushed through your skull as you begin to wake up. The pain solicits a groan, which passes your lips. Breaking the seal between them.
As you stir you are made acutely aware of your surroundings. The sound of horses hooves surround you. Your body is rocked forwards and backwards, a motion you match to being on a horse. Your face feels the cold of the wind, yet your body does not. A thick cloak covers you.
Your nose is filled with the scent of wood, leather and musk. The last scent makes your eyes flip open. You see the detailing of Uhtred’s chest plate. You comprehend the position your in. Practically wrapped around Uhtred’s front, face pressed into his chest, while his arms wrap around you and hold the reins. They act as barriers, securing you in place.
You want to feel embarrassed but your main concern is the pain radiating from your body. It was the same when you killed one of Steffens men. It made your body weak and drained your energy. The feeling was in no way pleasant.
This time you were already so weak before you killed the bandit. You weren’t sure what energy you had left to drain. All you knew was the pain you felt was worse than the last time and if Uhtred wasn’t holding you up, you’d lost likely be on the floor.
You groaned again as you moved your head to look at Uhtred.
“Easy witch, you move any more and you’ll fall from my horse.”
You said nothing as you stilled your body. Trying to remain as still as possible. While practically balancing on his lap.
While the position is not proper, being so close to someone else brings you comfort. You can’t remember the last time you had a hug or any sort of intimacy you enjoyed.
Reality breaks and you remember now more clearly, what you’ve done. How disturbed Uhtred and his men must be. They must think you’re the devil himself. Evil reincarnated.
You wonder why he holds you so close. So you can’t escape? Are they planing to turn you in? To take you somewhere worse than their care?
Your already laboured breathing gets impossibly harder to push out.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper pathetically. Trying to steady your panic.
“For what little witch?” Uhtred’s tone does not sound angry. In fact, this is the calmest you’ve heard him be.
You focus on the sounds and smells around you. Trying to ground yourself. You focus on the gentle sway from the horse, the cold on your face and Uhtred being so close. It creates a dream like calm. One that helps you to try and speak without crying.
“For killing that man.” Your eyes are focused on the trees as they go by.
“He planned to do the same to Osferth.” He points out.
Yet still you feel uneasy, guilty even. For exposing your dark powers to them. Making your relationships with them more strained, if not broken.
“I’m sorry I killed him the way I did.” You murmur. Not quite sure he’d even heard you.
Uhtred sighs, not sure what to say to you. While he’s starting to realise how powerful you truly are, he sees that you are no Skade. The thoughts leave him feeling conflicted.
“Try to sleep witch. We will speak later.” His words do little to reassure you from your doubts. Regardless you try to fall back to sleep.
Your exhaustion is apparent once again, when your body slips quickly into a limp state. Your eyes closing. Your nose filled with Uhtred’s scent. And finally you go back to sleep.
At some point in your sleep your mind becomes awakened with colour.
A bustling market filled with people becomes clearer. You see Uhtred beside you. A rope wound around your wrist is attached to his own. Tethering you to him so you can’t run away.
The picture turns to an alleyway off to the side of the market. Down it you see a figure adorned in a dark blue cloak. The cloak is familiar. It’s not until the hood is pulled down that you see her. Astrid. The sight is enough to fill your heart with joy. It’s a welcomed difference from the previous dread and panic you felt.
The next time you wake the sky is grey. Not with night, but with a muggy morning gloom. A camp has been made around you but it’s deserted. The fire put out. Small bowls and other items lay around it.
You take a deep breath in as you try to sit up. Your side aches. The feeling making you wince. You are glad no one is around. You can’t think of any convincing lies for your injuries.
The cloak is still wrapped around you from yesterday. You find your ankle tied once more to the floor. The sight making you sigh.
On the other side of camp, out from the trees Osferth emerges. He sees you awake and gives you a weak smile. He walks over to the camp, packing away the bowls and other items on to the four various horses.
Finally he comes over to you, hesitant. He crouched in front of you. Looking deep into your eyes. As if searching for something.
Even though he doesn’t consider himself a monk anymore, Osferth still feels he is a holy man in his soul. His previous life has set expectations for how sin and evil will appear to him.
Before he talks to you he looks in your eyes. Searching for any indication you are evil.
He sees a frightened girl, eyes wide. Trying to appear braver than she is. He sees a girl who saved him, despite their poor treatment of her.
“Thank you for saving me.” You nod. Voice weak. Unsure what to say to him.
He pulls out a flask, offering it to you. Without appearing too eager you take the flask. Pulling at the top and taking a large swallow. You don’t care what the liquid inside is. Water, ale, whisky. It could be poison for all you know. As long as your spit stops tearing your throat at every swallow, you’ll die happy.
Thankfully it’s just water. You’re tempted to joke about it being holy water, but feel that with Osferth it may be true.
With the flagon half empty you hand it back to him.
“Thank you.” The water had done wonders for your throat. Words now coming out smoother than before.
He tries to reciprocate your smile and does so poorly. It’s clear he still, like the others, has his reservations about being near you.
Soon after Finan and Sihtric return. Regarding you with impartial gazes, not saying anything. They pack up any items left around the camp before preparing to saddle up.
You don’t notice when Uhtred comes beside you to untie your ankle. Instead lost in thoughts of Astrid and seeing her again.
“Witch, you ride with me.” Is all he says before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. The action jostling your sore body. Your bite your lip to hide your moan.
He places you on his horse and climbs behind you. Taking the reigns and setting off. Once again in front with Finan.
You doubt a piece of rope could be put between you and Uhtred with how close you are. Your ass directly in front of his crotch. The rock of the horse bumping you gently together. The feeling of it making you blush.
It would be a long ride to town. At least you know you would reunite with Astrid.
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