i used to be golden.

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✧ –  ✧ –  REAGAN CYMBELINE. 

☀️ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────   reagan   didn’t   know   where   this   new   dynamic   between   her   and   eugene   began.   it   flourished   sometime   in   the   middle   of   her   pregnancy.   he   had   assured   her   that   they   would   figure   it   out.   together   as   a   team   and   suddenly   that’s   what   they   were.   together.   not   in   the   sense   romantically   but   united   against   all   odds.   eugene   was   in   her   life   already   but   now   he   had   slipped   into   a   bigger   part   than   he   had   before.   eugene   had   stepped   up   in   a   way   reagan   didn’t   know   she   needed   someone   to.   he   had   always   gone   above   and   beyond   for   her.   he   broke   her   out   of   a   tower   after   all.   it   seemed   as   though   what   eugene   would   do   for   her   was   limitless.   

“   i   am   not   that   small   !   ”      she   tried   to   argue,   looking   up   at   eugene.   okay,   so   she   was   tiny.   it’s   not   her   fault   she   stood   at   5′2   and   everyone   else   was   so   giant.   her   brows   furrowed   as   he   took   the   onsie   from   her.      “   are   you   sure   ?   ”      she   asked.   the   princess   wasn’t   tired   per   se   but   a   break   wouldn’t   have   been   so   bad   either.   then   it   happened   again.   that   feeling   she   had   felt   during   the   lanterns.   like   a   warm   glow   washing   over   her   body.   it   was   safe.   comfortable.   it   was   a   feeling   that   came   in   waves,   moments   like   this   when   eugene   was   kind   and   gentle   invoked   it.      “   thank   you,   eugene.   I   appreciate.   ”      she   said   softly   walking   over   to   him.   she   paused   for   a   moment,   looking   at   him   with   those   big   round   green   eyes   before   leaning   up   on   her   tippy   toes   to   press   a   kiss   to   his   cheek.   a   thank   you   for   all   he   had   done   for   her   since   ben   happened.   as   she   sat   down   she   couldn’t   ignore   the   fluttering   in   her   stomach.   

        " blondie... " flynn interjected with a laugh as she protested her (  lack of  ) height. a swift turn on his heels had him standing next to reagan and lifting his arm, the top of her head easily demonstrating as the perfect armrest. “ see ? i rest my case. ” 

        picking up another shirt from the pile, flynn offered a reassuring nod at her question. “ of course i’m sure. ” helping reagan in these little ways seemed like a no-brainer to flynn, especially considering that he knew she would look out for him in the same way. they seemed to be a weird little team like that - but that’s what friends were for, right ? it took a villager or whatever ?

        when reagan reached up and kissed his cheek, flynn could feel them flush pink. he looked down, a nervous chuckle naturally deflecting, before shifting his focus to the laundry basket and lifting it up off the table. “ stop, it’s nothing, ” he told her, waving it off as he settled down on the couch, placed the basket on the floor, and started placing folded clothing on the coffee table in front of them. no reason he couldn’t sit down, too. 

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✧ –  ✧ –  ANNA ARNADALR.

who: open

where: wherever this gal could set up an impromptu tarot reading session

“okay, bear with me because i’m not super sure how this works yet?” anna clarified as she shuffled the deck and settled into her cross-legged seating position. “the cards were sort of an impulse purchase and i think i might know the basics? but, i mean, i’ve barely actually done it so the card interpretation and, you know, everything might be a bit messy?” she frowned to herself before glancing back up at the person currently entertaining her offer. her expression brightened, covering the nervousness. “it’ll be fun, though, i promise!”

        it wasn’t uncommon for vendors to be in the park on the weekends - selling homemade goods and creations in attempt to make a quick dime. flynn never really spent any money at these makeshift tables, but he did enjoy peeking around and starting conversation. when the redhead called out to him, flynn crossed the green with a smile. he looked down at her set up and realized this one could go either way - no clear venmo sign, but that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be a secret charge at the end.  “ i don’t really have any spare cash at the moment, but if you’re just looking for practice i have some time. ”         

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✧ –  ✧ –  VARIAN KRAUSE. 

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          “according  to  my  notes,   it’s  supposed  to  be  fizzing  right  now.”   varian  looked  at  the  potion  that  he  was  working  on  with  flynn.   except  it  wasn’t  fizzing.   it  wasn’t  doing  anything.   at  least  for  a  second.   then  he  stirred  it  once  more  (one  more  time  than  the  actual  recipe  called  for)   and  the  liquid  in  the  glass  vial  turned  a  vivid  pink  and  started  bubbling  over.   “okay  well,   i  don’t  think  it’s  suppos— ”   he  started  as  the  thing  exploded  in  bubbles,   like  when  he’d  put  dish  soap  in  the  dishwasher  that  one  time.   varian  removed  the  potion  from  the  heat  source.   “so  back  to  the  drawing  board,   i  guess.   i  swear  i  got  that  one  right.” 

        the amount of times flynn rider had gotten into something ... a little over his head ... had taken an astronomical turn in recent years. so much so that he hadn’t blinked twice when varian started rambling to him, just a little too quickly for him to follow, about this potion that they were now supposedly brewing together. really, varian was doing all the leg work as flynn adjusted his goggles and peered over the younger boy’s shoulder. he jumped back theatrically as the potion exploded, but settled into a nervous chuckle when he realized it was just bubbles. not the goal, he thought - but not harmful. “ hey. uh - buddy ? ” he asked, straightening his shoulders.  “ could you remind me what it is we’re trying to do ? ”

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✧ –  ✧ –  DAISY DUCK. 

“This is why I like you, Flynn. Always so honest about how pretty I am.” Daisy glanced back his way with a grin before her attention was turned to finishing dressing a group of hangers. “Things are going good. Just doing some rearranging… what can I help you with today?” As she slid the last sundress onto the rack, the woman turned, giving him her full attention. “Something for a lady friend?” She smiled knowingly.

        flynn flashed the woman a matching grin as she spoke. rearranging - of course ; that easily explained the predicament he was in. scanning the room one last time, he looked back to the woman and said “ i saw this scarf here a few months ago. it was purple ... had the sun on it. i was wondering if you still had it ? ” while it was, of course, a light scarf - the man was entirely missing the irony of asking for a scarf in june. in california. but, maybe miss daisy had something similar to offer. 

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✧ --  ✧ --  REAGAN CYMBELINE. 

☀️ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────      from   the   moment   reagan   met   eugene   she   knew   that   there   was   a   special   connection   between   them.   call   it   fate,   destiny   ..   a   horse.   whatever   it   was   the   two   of   them   continued   to   circle   each   other   in   life.   he   had   been   there   in   the   moments   she   needed   a   friend   the   most.   from   escaping   her   tower   to   now   this.   the   princess   was   now   a   single   mother.   not   that   her   and   beckham   were   ever   really   together   but   with   him   gone   the   responsibility   fell   on   her   shoulders.   having   eugene   by   her   side   eased   a   lot   of   the   stress   but   also   the   pain.   

“   well,   you’re   a   giant   to   me.   ”      she   smiled   up   at   him,   reaching   up   to   poke   his   nose.   it   seemed   like   most   people   were   taller   than   reagan.   she   watched   him   for   a   moment   as   he   held   the   onsie   in   his   hand.   a   familiar   feeling   fluttered   in   her   stomach   at   the   sight.      “   i   know.   soon   we’ll   have   to   buy   him   new   ones.   ”

        flynn wasn’t sure how he was able to, so seamlessly, integrate into reagan’s day-to-day. it almost felt like there was a place set at her table waiting for him, automatically involved in a we that could encompass any number of people, but always included the two of them. the question of where exactly that place was set happened to be a different story, but the boy was choosing to wait around and find out. especially with the recent shuffle of chairs, a new addition, and a guest who chose to leave before dinner.

        “ that’s only because you’re so small, ” he pointed out with a smirk, eyes closing instinctively as she touched his nose. taking a moment to fold the onesie he was holding, flynn set it down in the pile in front of them - they were trying to get this laundry folded while ben was down for a nap. “ hey blondie, why don’t you sit down for a second ? give yourself a break ? ” he dramatically waved to the couch just steps away before picking up another one of the baby’s shirts. “ i got this one. ”

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✧ --  ✧ --  DAISY DUCK. ( @thefamousmissduck​ )

        flynn had been inside daisy’s designs only once before, during a quest to enter every shop on main street. but he had spotted a scarf that he knew reagan would like, and while he would typically use the ol five-finger discount, he wouldn’t dare steal from nala’s job. ( she would kill him ). so he saved up his tips from the bar, kept an eye on the window,  and came back. but, now the store was rearranged - new things in the window and the scarf nowhere to be found. scanning the room, he flashed a grin as his eyes fell on the owner of the shop - of course, she’d be able to help. 

        “ miss daisy, you look radiant, ” flynn commented as he crossed the room. “ how’s your day ? good, i hope. ”       

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✧ --  ✧ --  NAMINÉ NAKAMURA.

She’d gotten used to carrying the big bag with her. She always felt empty without something to draw with so she always had her pencils and sketchbook on her. They were grounding and reminded her that this hobby was hers. Today was different and she’d decided to get some new paints from the store and try her hand at watercolor at the park. She was struggling to get her easel unfolded as that was new too. “This looked so much easier on the instructions.” Namine muttered to herself as the thing fell apart in her hands. 

        flynn had decided to take a walk around the park as he waited for his clothes to dry at the laundromat, figuring now was a good time to explore ( and possibly find something to eat ) while he had an hour to kill. it didn’t take long for him to clock the stranger struggling with her easel, quick to run over to assist as he watched part of it fall to the ground. “ hey ! you dropped this, ” he said, as if that wasn’t obvious, as he reached down to pick it up. “ can i help ? you look like you’re kind of struggling. ”

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✧ --  ✧ --  REAGAN CYMBELINE. 

☀️ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────   “   have   you   ever   taken   the   time   to   look   at   how   small   baby   clothes   truly   are   ?   ”      the   princess   exclaimed   as   she   held   a   little   onesie   in   her   had.      “   they’re   itty   bitty   !   can   you   believe   that   when   we’re   born   we   are   that   small   and   we   grow   to   be   these   great   big   giant   things   !   It’s   all   so   weird   to   think   about.   ”

        ever since eugene had arrived to elias, he had witnessed reagan’s life unravel in a bit of a whirlwind. it all made sense in his head - everything he had managed to learn about the girl in such a short time pointing to a girl that knew only how to fumble through new experiences. he could relate to her in that way, having to go through life teaching himself the ways of the world, too. maybe that was way he so easily stuck around while she learned how to figure it all out.

        he turned as she spoke, smile brightly matching her tone. despite everything going on, she still maintained this energy that rivaled the sun. he admired her for that. “ are you calling me a giant thing, sunshine ? i’m offended. ” a dramatic scoff passed his lips, but his joke was made clear by a following smirk. crossing the room, he took the onesie from her hand and felt the soft fabric between his fingers. “ it’s kind of wild how fast he’ll grow out of this thing. ”

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🌙⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────    if   there   was   one   thing   juliet   loved   it   was   hanging   out   with   her   older   brothers.   although   ben   could   be   an   absolute   pain   in   her   tush   sometimes   she   still   loved   him   dearly.   if   the   princess   was   being   honest   she   had   seen   enough   of   her   oldest   brother   lately.   it   was   flynn   he   felt   like   she   hadn’t   seen   at   all.   he   had   come   back   from   his   trip   and   juliet   was   dying   to   catch   up   with   her   best   friend.   when   she   spotted   him   in   the   crowd,   juliet   squealed   and   ran   straight   to   her   brother’s   side.      “   flynnieeeee   !!   ”      she   screamed   hugging   him   and   then   linking   arms   with   him.      “   you’re   not   here   with   anyone   are   you   ?   because   if   so   i   apologize   to   them   in   advance   because   you’re   obligated   to   hang   out   with   me   for   at   least   an   hour.   ”      she   began,      “   are   you   here   with   someone   ?   ”   an   absolute   nosy   little   sister.   

        flynn had made a point not to make any concrete plans this weekend - keeping close enough tabs on the festivities but holding out on any sort of commitment. considering how much was actually going on - the parade and the concert along with various vendors - it was probably a good thing he kept his options open. made it easy to oblige now as his sister so bluntly demanded his time.

        there was a slight stumble when juliet collided into him, but he returned the hug with a chuckle. “ looks like now i’m here with you, ” he said as they fell back into step, continuing down the sidewalk. “ what do you want to do ? play some games ? get some food ? i’m all yours. ”

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☆ﾟ  ↳  𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢.​

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kinsley sat on the bench, knees pulled to her chest with her chin resting on her knee. looking out into the crowd of people as they walked around the town street. she hadn’t moved since the grand parade.. something in that spot just made her want to stay. her family had long gone to go play games and explore the fun. she looked into the crowd and saw a familiar figure one of which she had known practically her whole life. she stood up and waltzed over in his direction, “flynn!” she called out. not caring about breaking his attention away from anyone or anything else. “when are you ever gonna get a parade for your birthday?” she asked teasingly with a grin playing on her lips. 

        flynn had been in elias for a few months now, slowly but surely adapting to having significantly less responsibility, with a little coaching from his mom, he had been taking the time to focus on nurturing relationships and spending time with people who fell to the wayside with work. he was hanging out with benny and julie as much as he could, reaching out to old friends and trying to make new ones along the way ... it was nice to just be flynn for a while. without people bowing to him and expecting him to be anything other this natural self. 

        while this parade and citywide blowout was definitely not his type of thing, this amount of attention on himself sounding like an absolute nightmare, it was definitely a fun way to spend the weekend as a passerby. he had found a stand over by the stage with band shirts and bought one in support, switching it for the plain grey one he now held in his hand, and was now walking down the street to throw it in a nearby donation bin when he heard a familiar voice call his name.

        “ don’t you get any crazy ideas - i would rather eat my own hand, “ he said with a laugh as his eyes fell to the blonde. as far as personalty traits among the royals, flynn fitzherbert was far more introverted than davu santucci. “ i was wondering if i would run into you ... how are you ? ”

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flynn fitzherbert always  put  a  lot  of  weight  on  being  king .  as  a  kid  playing make - believe ,  his  duties  often  involved dragons  and  monsters and citizens to be saved,  but  he  was  paying  attention  to  the  job  ever  since  it  connected  that  it  would  one  day  be  his .  something  he  prided  himself  in ,  inevitably ,  falling  into  the  role  with  grace .  what  he  didn’t  expect  was  to  experience  burnout  -  twenty  two  years  old ,  formally  training  a  mere  four  years ,  and  already  crumbling  under  the  pressure .

it  wasn’t  his  idea  to  take  what  his  father  kept  referring  to  as  a  gap  year .  reagan and eugene were concerned that this pressure put on flynn at such a young age made it so  that  he  never  had  the  chance  to  be  a  kid ,  to  find  himself  -  and  while  flynn  didn’t  hold  much  value  in  such  things ,  his  parents  thought  it  was  important  for  him  to  have  time  to  himself .  connect  again  with  his  siblings .  maybe  take  a  class  or  two .  have  fun .  

that’s  the  goal  going  into  elias ,  much  to  his  own  dismay .  who  was  once  the  epitome  of  sunshine  had  turned  into  a  ball  of  stress  -  and  apparently  he’s  supposed  to  go  find  the  sunshine  again .

whatever  that  meant .  he’d  find  out  eventually .

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          varian  was  not  going  to  mention  his  flynn  rider  shrine  at  home,   wanted  posters  and  all.   he  felt  like  that  would  be  too  much.   the  novels  had  been  his  favorite  growing  up  and  he  never  expected  to  be  on  his  own  adventure.   he  also  didn’t  know  how  many  people  he  wanted  knowing  he  was  from  old  corona,  although  he  supposed  eventually  people  would  find  out.   but  varian  had  gotten  a  little  too  excited  when  it  was  the  man  from  the  wanted  posters  standing  in  front  of  him.  “ no,   i  know  you, ”   he  said,   insisting  that  he  was  the  same  person.   “ yeah,  i  know.  flynn rider. ”   he  had  seen  the  posters  around  town.   

          don’t  talk  about  the  shrine.   he  was  honestly  thankful  that  he  had  run  into  someone  from  home  so  soon,   even  if  it  was  flynn.   varian  was  honestly  so  excited  that  he  had  met  the  person  that  was  in  his  books.  one  of  his  favorite  series.   except  he  kind  of  always  pictured  him  as  older.   “ yes,  i  saw  your  wanted  posters  all  over  my  town. ”   he  shrugged,   as  if  that  was  normal.   “ i  always  thought  you’d  be  older.   you  know  i  have  a  copy  of  your  book  back  in  my  apartment. ”   

        flynn wasn’t exactly sure how to tackle this little ... predicament he was in. he had never run into anyone who had recognized his name from the books before, let alone recognize him from wanted posters. this was the dream, wasn’t it? not so much the being wanted part, but the part where he had lived the life of flynn rider for so long that no one had any other choice but to believe it. it would be a lie ( one he would loudly tell ) to claim that it didn’t make his head just a little bigger - a real win for rider, yeah? but - he hadn’t thought about it much at all past this moment. reaching this moment and maintaining the narrative were not the same thing.

        “ listen -  don’t think too much into it. it’s all part of the, ” he waved his hand dramatically at the next word. “ mystery. ” if varian so much as looked at when the book was published, flynn’s cover was more than blown - so maybe being as vague as possible was actually a better way to go. “ how long have you been in elias ? ” yes, good job flynn. change the subject. “ i didn’t think i’d be recognized by a poster out here. ”

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☀️ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────     her   nosed   scrunched   up   at   his   words.   her   smile   just   as   scrunched   as   if   she   was   trying   to   contain   the   immense   amount   of   fondness   she   had   for   eugene.      “   of   course,   eugene.   ”      sunshine.   it   was   a   nickname   that   made   her   skin   feel   as   if   it   was   being   kissed   by   that   giant   star   in   the   sky.   with   his   hand   in   hers   it   felt   as   though   they   were   being   transported   to   when   they   first   met   all   those   years   ago.   this   time   however   there   was   no   over   looming   danger.   they   could   enjoy   each   other’s   presence   without   with   no   strings.   the   princess   looked   back   and   beamed   at   eugene   before   leading   him   to   the   pier.

the   walk   felt   quick,   at   least   to   reagan   since   she   was   so   eager   to   show   eugene   her   favorite   spot   in   the   whole   city.   once   at   the   pier   she   led   him   to   the   boardwalk.   when   they   arrived   at   the   edge   she   sat   down   taking   her   shoes   off.   if   she   could   she   would   walk   barefoot   everywhere   but   that   wasn’t   exactly   ethically   -   especially   when   pregnant.      “   this   is   it.   ”      she   told   him,   looking   up.   dusk   had   began   to   fall,   painting   the   sky   above   in   hues   of   purples   and   pinks   as   the   stars   started   greeted   them.   “   seeing   the   stars   up   there   ..   it   reminds   me   of   the   lanterns.   ”

       casual conversation made their walk go back quick, the two of them able to coast easily on small talk. talking to reagan, about anything and nothing, came as simply as breathing to flynn. there were so many things they were able to catch up on that it was impossible to run out of topics.

         if the girl next to him was anything, it was consistent. unwavering. it made all but perfect sense that her favorite place here would parallel so easily to such a core memory from back home. “ it’s beautiful, ” he said as he looked up at the sky. “ just like you, blondie. ”

        maybe he shouldn’t have said that. “ i mean, you’d had to be mind not to see it. ” flynn ... shut up. he shook his head. “ well, anyway. this is really nice. ”

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          “ considering  i  don’t  know  where  i  am  going,   i  guess  you’re  guess  is  as  good  as  mine, ”   varian  said,   not  looking  up  at  the  stranger  as  he  spoke.   only  moments  later  when  he  did,   did  varian  recognize  the  stranger.   well,   most  of  the  stranger.   not  really  a  stranger  when  his  face  had  been  plastered  up  all  over  varian’s  town.   “ hey  i  know  you! ”   he  exclaimed,   eyes  wide.   the  adventures  of  flynn  rider  had  been  one  of  his favorite  books.   “ your  nose  looks  better  than  the  ones  in  the  posters  around  town,”   he commented  and  then  wondered  if  it  was  rude.   “ i  read  all  your  books  growing  up.   they  were  my  favorite. ”   varian  had  known  that  there  were  other  people  here  from  back  home,   but  he  hadn’t  expected  to  run  into  flynn.   “ now  i’m  heading  where  you’re  going.   i  want  to  hear  about  all  your  adventures. ”  

        flynn was a little shocked, one could say, when the kid said he knew who he was. of course, there had to be a mistake considering how far away from home he had traveled. sure, reagan and cassandra were here, too - but they had to be the only ones, right ? he shook his head and brushed it off. “ ah, i get that a lot. one of those faces .” he stuck out his hand for the other to shake. “ the name’s-- ” wait. did he say nose ?

        he stood up straight, slightly on guard now. oh - he was a fan ! of course ! suddenly, the boy in front of him reminded him almost too much like himself. “ oh, i’m not-- ” flynn began to say, but the kid just kept saying how great he was. at least, that’s all he heard. and who was he to crush the boy’s hopes and dreams ? here he was, meeting his idol - and flynn ? flynn couldn’t rip that from him. he beamed. “ did you say my nose looks better in person ? you know, i always say the same thing. ” ah, he liked this kid already. “ how about we go this way ? i’ll tell you anything you wanna know. ”

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» “Don’t paint me black when i used to be golden” — The Story So Far, Clairvoyant

current age → twenty-four faceclaim → wolfgang novogratz based off of → flynn rider from tangled powers/abilities → n/a status → unavailable

— he is described to be ;

+, gifted, charming, caring -, manipulative, narcissistic, rebellious

— biography ;

Eugene Fitzherbert was born to King Edmund and his wife, rulers of the Dark Kingdom, as Horace. During his infancy, the kingdom was corrupted by the powerful moonstone that threatened to destroy their land. To protect his subjects from the opal’s destructive power, King Edmund ordered for a kingdom-wide evacuation. This included his son Eugene, as much as it broke his heart to part with his son. Eugene never knew the truth of his lineage. He grew up believing that his parents were fearless adventurers traveling the world to make names for themselves. He was brought to an orphanage in the kingdom of Corona by a servant for his safety. Sure it wasn’t perfect but he had a roof over his head, three meals a day and a nice warm bed. What else could a guy ask for? Since he was the oldest (and perhaps the longest residence) Eugene took it upon himself to be the older brother figure to the other kids. They all looked up to him. All the boys wanted to be just as brave as Eugene one day and all the girls would squeal with delight when he walked by. Around the orphanage Eugene was a rebel. He constantly disobeyed the owners and was always getting himself into trouble. He liked living on the edge and following his own rules. Which of course never sat well with his caregivers. The boy was always more trouble than he was worth but they simply couldn’t just throw him out on the streets. So, instead they put Eugene to work. While the other kids had free time to play and do activities that loved Eugene could always be found doing endless chores. It was the only way his caregivers could get the boy to behave.There was was a story that Eugene often read to the younger orphans called The Tales of Flynn Rider. The man was a robin hood of his time. He had endless riches and wasn’t too bad with the ladies. The more Eugene read the book the more he realized that the life that Flynn was living was the one he wanted for himself. He wanted to be showered with riches and women. Hell, he wanted a castle to himself and to be able to give back to all the orphans he lived with. While he wanted a better life for him he also wanted a better life for the kids he had grown to love. Living in a orphanage your entire life wasn’t ideal and Eugene didn’t want these kids to endure what he did. The night after his seventeenth birthday Eugene had planned to escape the orphanage to start his new adventure. Once he left the walls of the orphanage Eugene Fitzherbert turned into a distant memory, the boy started going by Flynn Rider. Not only because he wanted to be more like his hero, but also he down right hated his name. Though he never scorned his parents, whoever the hell the were, for giving him such a god awful name, Eugene always used to go by Fitz before the name change. Life as Flynn Rider wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be. He was homeless now, dirt poor and struggling. Giving looked like the best option but Flynn was a stubborn one. He refused to give up and admit defeat. So of course he pushed forward with his plans to become the Flynn he had read in that books years ago.

Things started to turn around when he stumbled upon a small bar in the outskirts of town called the snuggly duckling. Now don’t let the name fool you folks, this bar was home to the meanest, cruelest and deadliest criminals around. Entering there as practically a death wish yet Flynn knew if he was ever going to become great at stealing for the poor he had to learn from the best. Like everything else he had endured, it wasn’t easy. The criminals within the bar laughed in Flynn’s face when he entered the room yelling that he wanted to be a thief. How could a scrawny, clueless kid like him ever become a criminal? It was almost idiotic of him to think he could be such a thought. Most laughed off Flynn’s request to be taught. He thought his journey as Flynn had ended before it even started before a man named Lance Strongbow came to him saying he’d happily teach him. Flynn thought it was a joke but to his surprise Lance saw a lot of himself in Flynn. Thus, Lance took Flynn under his wing and taught him the ropes of being a thief. In no time Flynn had become one of the best thief in Corona. He conned people out of their belongings and left a trail of broken hearts wherever he went. There was nothing he couldn’t steal and nothing was safe - not even the royal jewels. As time went on the the two became as close as brothers, and considered themselves family. After all Lance was all that Flynn had now. The man was the only family he ever needed from that point on. The one time Flynn was hoping that lady luck was on his side turned out to be the biggest blow of his career. Letting his ego get the best of himself, Flynn vowed to Lance that he could steal from one of the richest families in Corona without getting caught. Lance warned Flynn that even that was risky - even for them. But Flynn never listened as per usual and didn’t heed Lance’s warning. Flynn might have gotten into the house with ease and getting into the master bedroom where all their riches were located? Oh that was a piece of cake. The only thing Flynn hadn’t been anticipating was the alarm system going off. Let alone the security cameras catching him red handed in the act. He barely escaped without the cops finding him. Yet, Flynn knew well enough he wasn’t home free in the slightest. Flynn ran straight for the woods.  There he believed the cops wouldn’t be able to find him. And he was right, because as he ran Flynn stumbled upon the house in its hidden forest alcove. He believed that the home was abandoned and could take shelter there until the police lost his trail. Little did he know the resident who inhabited the place had big plans for him. Having an unknown stranger in her home startled the girl which caused her to knock Flynn out with her hairbrush. Once Flynn awoke he was face to face with a beautiful blonde maiden, staring at him intently. Flynn tried to win her over with his signature smolder to let him go but the blonde didn’t budge. Instead she asked, well demanded, that Flynn be her guide into the city to see the lights that were happening. She promised to pay him a substantial sum, taken from the family fortune, and would not tell the police about his whereabouts. Flynn was uneasy about the deal. How could he possibly trust some nutcase who lived in the woods? But Flynn was in desperate need to money so he reluctantly to break Reagan free and take her to see the lights. It was an adventure of a lifetime that only lasted three days. But those three days was the most Reagan had ever felt alive. Flynn took her all over the city. Showing her the world she had been hidden from all these years. It was an eye opening experience. At first he was annoyed by the girl. All Flynn wanted was his money so he could leave. Many times he thought about ditching Reagan and fleeing with the money.

That was before he found himself falling for the girl. It’s not like Flynn had a lot of experience with girls or genuine feelings. He often hopped from person to person before intense emotions arose. Reagan was different in more ways than one. She seemed to like him for him - even if he had nothing to his name. Fake and real. She was pure and for that reason Flynn didn’t want to taint her. He wasn’t exactly the best guy around and someone as wonderful as Reagan deserved a great guy. As much as he wanted it to be him he knew that was possible. So, he pushed whatever feelings he had for Reagan away and insisted on just being her guide. He had to show her the lights and then he’d get his money. That’s what the deal was. Their journey soon became complicated once Gothel found the two. She knew Reagan had escaped and tracked down her daughter intending on taking her home. Flynn wasn’t about to let Gothel lock Reagan away again. She wasn’t some caged bird anymore. She was free now and Flynn intended on keeping it that way. Of course Reagan refused and Flynn wasn’t giving up without a fight either. That is until he heard a loud boom crack above them and a white hot pain in his side following that. Gothel had taken it upon herself to become the bad guy and to make Reagan cooperate with her she shot Flynn with a hand rifle that she carried around. Gothel promised Reagan he was fine, for the time being as long as she agreed to come with her and if she refused she would kill Flynn. It was a fate Flynn was okay with though. As much as Reagan pleaded with him to let her go he refused to. He would have much rather die than see Reagan waste away in that house another day. Luckily, Flynn had called the police earlier after an encounter with Gothel prior to them seeing the lights. He knew her true intentions and even if it meant he’d be in jail it would be worth it to have Reagan safe. Gothel was taken into custody, Flynn the hospital in critical condition. Flynn had welcomed death at that point. His mind was at ease knowing that Reagan was going to live a happy life. And although he never got the riches he wanted as a child he had found a treasure far more better than that - he found love. Flynn didn’t think he was going to make it but by some miracle and good doctors he survived, The police were more than aware of Flynn’s history and while he should have been thrown into jail he wasn’t. Instead Flynn was sent to Walt University instead. Why? because Reagan needed him and they believed that Flynn would be able to leave his life of crime behind and become a model citizen while living in the city of Elias. It was the second chance he needed and Flynn certainly wasn’t going to screw this up.

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