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Sometimes Rapunzel couldn't help but feel that she was dating two people. She understood full-well that Eugene Fitzherbert and Flynn Rider were not, literally, two different people, but by the way her partner would flip-flop every so often he might as well be.
She was not entirely sure if people were aware how difficult it was to be courted by a man with two very different personalities. Just like she wasn't sure how any man would court a Princess who, at one time, had magical hair that glowed when she sang.
Regardless of the past, Rapunzel was sure that she was the only Princess in the whole wide world who dealt with this issue - and it was absolutely fascinating to her. So much so that she began to keep a journal of Eugene's personality shifts.
Inside the journal she would jot down every smirk and snarky comeback as a "Flynnism", as well as every sweet gesture and sensitive heart-to-heart as an "Eugeneism". The notebook was rather full of information, even though she wasn't entirely sure what to make of it all.
To Rapunzel it was science, but even with her minimal exposure to outside world she knew it was weird. Keeping tabs on people, especially those you were courting, was seen as rude and not to mention creepy.
Really creepy, actually.
With this in mind, she had hid the journal in a place where nobody would ever find it; under her mattress.
She was completely confident in her ingenious hiding spot, until Eugene decided it was a great idea to sneak into her bedroom in the middle of the night.
It was a Flynnism of his, climbing down from his bedroom window to her's; swiftly avoiding guards on night patrol. Effortlessly, he picked the lock to her bay window, nimbly climbing inside only to kick off his boots before making his way towards her bed.
Rapunzel always lay curled in her blankets, eyes sleepily half-lidded as he joined her in the bed, scooting closer as she kicked the covers over the two of them.
He then gathered her up his in arms and in a very-Eugene way kissed her softly, and then Flynnishly bragged of how he beat his self-imposed time of getting from his room to her balcony.
As their kisses intensified, their position on the mattress shuffled. Leaning across her, he had attempted to rest his weight on his arm, but briefly lost his stance when her hands began to run down his chest.
It was during this lapse that he felt something wedged under her mattress.
"There's something under your mattress," he breathed against her lips.
"N-no there isn't," she stuttered, breathing heavily.
He adjusted himself so he could reach out and grab it without compromising their position, and she squeaked when she felt his arm reached for the book. Thinking quickly, she bucked her hips, stopping him mid reach, and managed to flip them over. They bounced slightly as they landed on the end of the bed, with Rapunzel on top.
Swallowing Eugenishly, he looked up at her as she closed to spaced between them, continuing where they left off.
"Oh Rapunzel," he groaned, breaking contact as she began to unclasp his vest.
"Eugene..." she breathed after the last stupid clasp was done, and she began on his buttons.
"How stupid do you think I am?"
"What?" she managed, and suddenly looked down to see his Flynn Rider smirk, holding the leather-bound journal triumphantly. "EUGENE!"
She lunged towards his hands, but he kept the book out of her reach. Rolling over again, he managed to shake her off as he opened the book.
"What's in here that has you so upset?" he grinned, "Ooooh, are you writing me love letters?"
"Eugene, I'm serious," she grunted as he held her back with his legs. "Augh, gimme it back!"
"Don't pop a vessel, I will," he explained, after quickly blocking one of her side attacks. "I just wanna-OH!"
She froze as he flipped through the notebook, raising his eyebrows at some pages and squinting his eyes at others. Looking up at her from the book, then down at the pages, he smiled.
"Don't be mad," she begged. "Please don't be mad!"
Closing the book gently, he tossed it over the side of the bed, all while smiling wickedly.
"Why are you smiling like that?" she cringed when the book hit the floor. "I told you not to lo-"
He cut her off with a heated kiss, which quickly intensified, leaving her absolutely breathless as he pulled away.
"Eugene..."
"Eugene's not here right now," he said huskily, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. "But I can show you how Flynn Rider does these kinds of things… and believe me, it is way better than anything you had in that stalker diary."
Sometimes Rapunzel couldn't help but feel that she was dating two people. She understood full-well that Eugene Fitzherbert and Flynn Rider were not, literally, two different people, but by the way her partner would flip-flop every so often he might as well be.
She was not entirely sure if people were aware how difficult it was to be courted by a man with two very different personalities. Just like she wasn't sure how any man would court a Princess who, at one time, had magical hair that glowed when she sang.
Regardless of the past, Rapunzel was sure that she was the only Princess in the whole wide world who dealt with this issue - and it was absolutely fascinating to her. So much so that she began to keep a journal of Eugene's personality shifts.
Inside the journal she would jot down every smirk and snarky comeback as a "Flynnism", as well as every sweet gesture and sensitive heart-to-heart as an "Eugeneism". The notebook was rather full of information, even though she wasn't entirely sure what to make of it all.
To Rapunzel it was science, but even with her minimal exposure to outside world she knew it was weird. Keeping tabs on people, especially those you were courting, was seen as rude and not to mention creepy.
Really creepy, actually.
With this in mind, she had hid the journal in a place where nobody would ever find it; under her mattress.
She was completely confident in her ingenious hiding spot, until Eugene decided it was a great idea to sneak into her bedroom in the middle of the night.
It was a Flynnism of his, climbing down from his bedroom window to her's; swiftly avoiding guards on night patrol. Effortlessly, he picked the lock to her bay window, nimbly climbing inside only to kick off his boots before making his way towards her bed.
Rapunzel always lay curled in her blankets, eyes sleepily half-lidded as he joined her in the bed, scooting closer as she kicked the covers over the two of them.
He then gathered her up his in arms and in a very-Eugene way kissed her softly, and then Flynnishly bragged of how he beat his self-imposed time of getting from his room to her balcony.
As their kisses intensified, their position on the mattress shuffled. Leaning across her, he had attempted to rest his weight on his arm, but briefly lost his stance when her hands began to run down his chest.
It was during this lapse that he felt something wedged under her mattress.
"There's something under your mattress," he breathed against her lips.
"N-no there isn't," she stuttered, breathing heavily.
He adjusted himself so he could reach out and grab it without compromising their position, and she squeaked when she felt his arm reached for the book. Thinking quickly, she bucked her hips, stopping him mid reach, and managed to flip them over. They bounced slightly as they landed on the end of the bed, with Rapunzel on top.
Swallowing Eugenishly, he looked up at her as she closed to spaced between them, continuing where they left off.
"Oh Rapunzel," he groaned, breaking contact as she began to unclasp his vest.
"Eugene..." she breathed after the last stupid clasp was done, and she began on his buttons.
"How stupid do you think I am?"
"What?" she managed, and suddenly looked down to see his Flynn Rider smirk, holding the leather-bound journal triumphantly. "EUGENE!"
She lunged towards his hands, but he kept the book out of her reach. Rolling over again, he managed to shake her off as he opened the book.
"What's in here that has you so upset?" he grinned, "Ooooh, are you writing me love letters?"
"Eugene, I'm serious," she grunted as he held her back with his legs. "Augh, gimme it back!"
"Don't pop a vessel, I will," he explained, after quickly blocking one of her side attacks. "I just wanna-OH!"
She froze as he flipped through the notebook, raising his eyebrows at some pages and squinting his eyes at others. Looking up at her from the book, then down at the pages, he smiled.
"Don't be mad," she begged. "Please don't be mad!"
Closing the book gently, he tossed it over the side of the bed, all while smiling wickedly.
"Why are you smiling like that?" she cringed when the book hit the floor. "I told you not to lo-"
He cut her off with a heated kiss, which quickly intensified, leaving her absolutely breathless as he pulled away.
"Eugene..."
"Eugene's not here right now," he said huskily, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. "But I can show you how Flynn Rider does these kinds of things… and believe me, it is way better than anything you had in that stalker diary."
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Tangled: Fingers Crossed
Eugene Fitzherbert sprawled across the bed in his room in the palace. It still felt strange being here without having to run or hide or be afraid. Nevertheless, he was starting to get used to it, which, frankly, felt a bit strange too. He had a few minutes until he had to be downstairs, so he pulled out his journal and inkpot. He'd never written in a journal before, but Rapunzel's constant desire to paint pictures of everything they'd seen together had inspired him to start one. It never hurt to put these things down somewhere besides your own memory, after all. Dipping his pen in the ink, he started writing, biting his lip. He'd learn
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Tangled: Short
At first, when Eugene had cut Rapunzel's hair with the mirror shard, she had not cared about the length he had cut it to.
Her first thought was that Eugene was going to die. Then, once her tear had brought him back to life, she realized what he had done. He had saved her from a life of misery and loneliness, and she was still able to save his. It had all worked out for the best, and she was happy.
When she had first met her parents, she had not cared about her hair either. Her real mother and father had accepted her just as she was, and even accepted Eugene as a thief. As you could imagine, her mind was not on her short, now-brown hair. Al
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Eugene's not here right now. EUGENE'S NOT HERE RIGHT NOW. That is the best line ever.