I would like jackunzel fans to know not only does Chris Pine say โRapunzelโ in Princess Diaries 2, but Mandy Moore was on โThis Is Usโ and her love interest is named โJack.โ
Can see who mama or papa favourite lol๐ My forever LOVED SHIP AND FROZEN FAMILY. MY AU CALLED FROZEN CHILD AKA. (FROZEN TANGLED GUARDIANS) Where jackunzel reborn second life became parent of elsa and anna. ๐๐ Btw i saw other day say she want to see JACKUNZEL Family for long time, well i can draw so here it isโจ our ship never dieโค๏ธโ๐ฅ as long im here ๐
ROTBTD wip that i probably wonโt ever finish, i donโt really like how jack looks๐ซฉ ๐๐๐๐๐
also i gotta buy myself the art of big hero 6.. i need people to commission me. would anyone be interested? i can do anything,dm me if you want to๐๐
i remember from deviantart back in the days, where someone made a bunch of fanart where anna and elsa were jack and rapunzel's kids, and like... i like that, i don't mind this. i still need to find a way to make the inclusion of frozen work (while not being in the spotlight)
Okay so, it has come to my attention that some people would like to know the story/fanfic of the little comic page I made for #jackunzelfs26
During the time of making said comic I didnโt have anything published or well planned yet. I kinda just thought it would be fun to draw an idea Iโve had for awhile.
And the comic page at least story wise doesnโt happen for like 20 chapters. But if you any of you are interested in reading this wacky idea of mine.
I have just posted the prologue! (Like last week, which I did try to post about with a reblog to make things easier but I donโt know how tumblr works and I think I messed up so I am posting it like this)
WARNING! before you read this fanfic, this was somewhat inspired by the Grim Brothers Rapunzel, so there are small hints of intimacy leading to pregnancy, talks on early motherhood, and descriptions of character death.
Princess ร Knight but you make them BOTH knights *:ใป๏พโง
Right now I'm a sucker for anything medieval, and specially when the girls are also knights! I've this AU for them where she's like a 'Sun Knight' (she has powers and all โhe's her Moon Knight?) and they've been training together since they were childrenโฆ and ofc he'd call her Princess ๐นญ
I hope I get over this a r t b l o c k and get to develop it, cause guys it could be epic *:ใป๏พโง
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โIt began, as these things often do, with a rainy night and two carriages bound for different counties. What followed was a mistake that would entwine the lives and the hearts of four unsuspecting people.
- Rapunzel Moore Corona -
The beloved only daughter of the Earl of Corona, renowned for her famously flowing golden hair. Well-mannered and educated, she is particularly skilled in artistic matters and is a model gentlewoman of a distinguished family.
Upon learning that her father was plagued with worry due to infighting over military command, and that the Haddock family had proposed a marriage alliance to ease the tensions, she voluntarily agreed to the betrothal. She then set out for Derbyshire to prepare for the wedding. When her carriage stopped for a brief rest in Northamptonshire, she unexpectedly encountered her childhood playmate, Merida, whom she hadn't seen in years. They discovered they were both now engaged. After a reluctant farewell, a sudden heavy downpour led them to mistakenly board identical carriages. Rapunzel ended up in South Yorkshire, becoming Jack's unintended fiancรฉe.
Initially, aware of Merida's predicament, she stayed at Frost Manor, pretending to be Merida, planning to observe the situation while figuring out how to resolve the mix-up. When Jack took her to various lavish social gatherings, she overheard his reasons for seeking an alliance with Clan DunBroch and concluded he was a self-absorbed and frivolous merchant. She also learned from others that the Frost family harbored a shameful secret. When Jack's cousins, Elsa and Anna, visited the manor, she got along with them naturally but sensed a rift between Elsa and Jack. She was also secretly warned by Elsa to stay away from someone as deep and calculating as Jack.
Through their daily interactions, she gradually came to know Jack's true nature beneath his frivolous facade and grew fond of him. When Jack, misunderstanding her identity, made a veiled, insulting remark, she heard the implication. She confessed she was not Miss DunBroch and, feeling insulted, resolutely left Frost Manor, attempting to return to Buckinghamshire. Found by Jack on a rainy night as she prepared to leave, she accepted his apology and confession. She then revealed she was actually the daughter of the Earl of Corona. Learning the reason for the conflict between Jack and Elsa, she mentioned her acquaintance with Viscount Westergaard and helped them mend their long-standing rift.
Upon receiving a letter from Hiccup detailing Merida's situation and his plan, she wrote to her father, stating that Jack was the one she wished to marry and outlining Hiccup's plan, hoping for her father's support. She and Jack then went to Clan DunBroch to explain the plan, persuading Fergus to show goodwill for the reconciliation by allowing Merida's three younger brothers to accompany them to Berk Manor. Later, she informed Stoick that her father was willing to gift several of his undeveloped lands to the Haddock family.
With all matters resolved, and because she shared Jack's interest in the world beyond the coastline, she accompanied him on his trading voyages.
- Jack Overland Frost -
The master of Frost Manor, one of the region's most prominent wealthy merchants. Rumored to be an eerie man with skin as pale and cold as a corpse. A mysterious figure who prefers dealings only with other merchants, he hosts a wine-tasting dinner for his business circle every few months, drifting through the event unseen, with few people truly knowing him personally.
In private, he is playful and mischievous, acting like an ingenious and whimsical boy. Highly intelligent, he delights in seeing others fall for his pranks. While maintaining a rift with his cousin Elsa, he also shares a secret with her. His engagement to Clan DunBroch was initially just a facade, intended both to quell excessive gossip around him and to prevent Elsa from planting more spies in his life.
Through a twist of fate, he met Rapunzel and was immediately smitten. He took her to various social events, introducing her to his business associates. Jack discovered Rapunzel had a keen business sense and was very shrewd about managing finances. Yet, because she differed from the rumors about Miss DunBroch, he never fully opened up to her, even mistakenly believing she was a hostess hired by Elsa to distract him, leading to a misunderstanding. After Rapunzel left, he realized his feelings for her, found her to apologize, and after they confessed their feelings, they returned to Frost Manor.
He confessed to Rapunzel that, orphaned young, he was taken in by Mr. Arendelle, who unexpectedly left him a significant portion of his estate. However, Jack missed the funeral due to business, creating Elsa's prejudice against him. He later interfered when Elsa was set to marry the notoriously ill-reputed Viscount Westergaard, leading to their separation. Rumors were twisted into a family scandal about the Lady of Arendelle eloping with the infamous viscount. Jack later discovered they had known each other for years, and the viscount's reputation was sabotaged by ill-intentioned parties. Jack tried to make amends, but the viscount had already been forced into marriage. From Rapunzel, he learned the Viscount Westergaard had never truly gone through with that wedding and had left Yorkshire, staying in Buckinghamshire with help from the Earl of Corona.
He later rushed to Berk Manor with Rapunzel, helping to clarify the carriage mix-up. After everything was settled, he specifically went to Buckinghamshire to find Viscount Westergaard, apologize for his past actions and prejudice, and share the letters Elsa had tried to send him over the years and the proposals she had rejected. His sincere apology earned Elsa's forgiveness, and she told him a place in the Arendelle family would always be his. The Arendelle sisters and Jack Frost reconciled.
Finally receiving the Earl of Corona's consent, he married Rapunzel, taking her on his trading voyages and frequently visiting Berk Manor together upon their return.
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ใ The Confession Scene ใ
The day of Miss Elsa Arendelle's arrival changed everything.
She was Jack's cousin, a woman of cold beauty and penetrating discernment. From the moment she crossed the threshold of Frost Manor, Rapunzel felt her gaze rest upon her a moment too long.
"You are Miss DunBroch?" Elsa enquired, her tone wanting in warmth.
"Yes," Rapunzel replied, preserving her smile.
Elsa regarded her for a considerable space. Then she said, "I am told the Scottish ladies are excellent horsewomen."
"Yes," said Rapunzel. "I am very fond of riding."
Elsa said no more. But that evening, she sought Rapunzel in the garden.
"You should beware of him," Elsa said, her voice lowered so that only they might hear.
"Of whom?"
"Jack." Elsa's gaze fixed upon a distant window. "He is not to be trusted. He is too deep, too full of secrets. You will not find happiness in marrying him."
Rapunzel made no reply. What could she say? She was not the true Miss DunBroch, would not truly marry Jack. Yet she could not tell Elsa so.
"I thank you for your warning," she said at last.
Elsa regarded her a moment longer, then turned and walked away.
What Rapunzel could not know was that Jack stood at a window on the second floor, observing their entire intercourse.
That evening, Jack drank a great deal of wine in his study.
He could not account for his anger. Was it that Elsa once again sought to govern his affairs? That she was planting spies about him once more? Or was it... that watching her stand with Rapunzel had stirred some feeling he could not name?
He recalled every moment of the past days. Her smiles. Her words. The way she looked at him. He told himself it was all performance. He told himself she was merely one of Elsa's creatures. He told himself not to be deceived.
But when Rapunzel entered the study and enquired whether he required anything, the words escaped him before he could call them back.
"You play your part admirably," he said, his voice edged with irony. "How much does Elsa pay you?"
Rapunzel stopped. She stood in the doorway, backlit, her countenance unreadable.
"I beg your pardon?" Her voice was perfectly calm.
"Pray, spare yourself the trouble of further pretence." He rose and approached her. "I know who you are. I know Elsa sent you. A tavern girl, or a dancer, I care not which. She hired you to play Miss DunBroch, to distract me. You have acquitted yourselves handsomely, both of you. But I am not deceived."
She regarded him. Those jade-green eyes, in the dim light, held a depth that discomposed him. There was no anger in them, no even injury, only a composure that unsettled him far more than any outburst might have done.
"How long have you known Elsa?" she asked.
He blinked. The question took him by surprise.
"That is not to the purposeโ"
"Answer me, if you please." Her voice remained composed, yet carried an authority that would not be denied.
"...We grew up together. She is my cousin."
"Then you must be very closely acquainted," she said. "So closely that you may freely conjecture her motives. So closely that you may assume any woman who exchanges words with her must be her pawn."
Jack's brow contracted. Every word she uttered was as a nail, driven precisely into the flaws of his accusation.
"I did not meanโ"
"No, indeed you did not." She cut him short. "You merely spoke, in utter ignorance, to a woman of whom you know nothing." She paused, and the faintest smile curved her lips. It is a smile that held no warmth whatsoever. "A very singular mode of proceeding, Mr Frost."
He opened his mouth, but found himself quite bereft of speech.
Rapunzel stepped forward, and the lamplight fell full upon her face. Her countenance remained composed, but in her eyes was something that made his heart contract.
"You are in the right of it, I am not Miss DunBroch," she said, her voice clear and unwavering. "I mistook my carriage that rainy night. I ought to have been conveyed to Derbyshire, yet found myself here instead. I did not tell you because I have a friend, the true Miss DunBroch, who is at this moment, somewhere I cannot fathom, playing the part I ought by rights to have played. I required time to discover her, to shield her from the injury this absurd accident might occasion."
She held his gaze.
"But I will not suffer you to insult me. Whatever your wealth, whatever your consequence, you have no right to wound with such words a woman of whom you know nothing."
She turned and walked towards the door, then paused upon the threshold.
"I had thought you different from the common report. I had thought you a gentleman capable of feeling." She did not look back. "I was mistaken."
Her footsteps faded. The study door closed softly.
Jack stood motionless for a very long time.
Jack did not sleep that night.
He sat in his study until the small hours, drinking cup after cup of cold tea. Reason counselled him to be calm, to await the dawn before addressing the matter. But feeling, that sentiment he had never before experienced with such keenness, churned within him, allowing him no rest.
He rose and left the study. Somehow, his steps carried him to her chamber door.
It stood ajar. He pushed it open and entered.
The room was empty. The bed was undisturbed, as though never slept in. But upon the table by the window lay several sheets of paper, scattered. Beside them stood a small box containing a few items of jewellery. She mustโve had pawned them, to procure the means of leaving.
He crossed to the table and took up the topmost sheet.
It was a sketch. Of him.
He knew not when she had drawn it. In the image, he sat at his desk, head bent over some occupation, his profile softly illuminated by lamplight. The strokes were delicate, intentโfilled with the way she looked at him
He turned to the next sheet. Himself again. Standing in the garden, before the roses. The next. Himself, returning from a ride, dismounting. The next. Himself once more.
Every one was of him.
Every one was drawn with such care, such attention, such...
Jack's hands trembled as he held the drawings.
He recalled every word she had spoken, and the look in her eyes at the end. That composed, unsettling look. It is not anger, merely disappointment.
"Rapunzel," he whispered.
Outside, thunder rolled. Rain poured down in sheets.
He rushed out into the night.
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Jack knew not how long he ran.
The rain soaked his hair, plastered his garments to his skin, streamed down his face and neck. He ran through every street of the town, searched beneath every projecting roof that might afford shelter, enquired at every establishment yet open, questioned every wretched soul huddled in corners.
"Have you seen a young lady with golden hair? Of such a height, wearing a light-coloured gown?"
No one had seen her.
Reason cried out to him: Return. Resume your search at dawn. She may have hired a carriage and departed long since. She may have no wish to see you.
But his legs continued to run. His heart continued to cry: Find her. You must find her.
He discovered her in the small hours of the night.
She stood beneath the eaves of a mean tavern, her light gown soaked through, her golden hair plastered to her cheeks. Yet she stood straight, her back against the wall, gazing at the rain with a composure that might have befitted a statue.
He stopped, panting heavily. Rain mingled with perspiration streamed down his face. His chest rose and fell with violent effort.
She turned and beheld him.
Those jade-green eyes sparkled in the darkness, like gems washed clean by the rain. She regarded his dishevelled stateโwithout surprise, without mockery, merely with quiet observation.
He approached her, step by step, until he stood before her.
"Rapunzel."
She inclined her head slightly, waiting for him to continue.
He opened his mouth, but found himself quite at a loss. All the words that had churned within him throughout the night now lodged in his throat.
"I..." His voice was hoarse, scarcely recognisable. "I have sought you all night."
"I know," she said. Her voice, as always, was composed and gentle.
"I am not come... I am not come to beg your pardon." He gasped for breath, rain streaming down his cheeks. "I am come only... I was obliged to find you. I was obliged to tell you..."
She looked at him, her gaze holding something he could not decipher.
"To tell me what?"
He drew a deep breath. Rainwater filled his mouth, tasting of salt. Perhaps it is rain, or something else, he could not tell.
"To tell you that those words were not true. They were the most foolish words I have ever uttered. To tell you that I have never... I have never been thus before." His voice trembled. "From the second day of your arrival, I knew you were not Miss DunBroch. Yet I did not expose you. Not because I was testing you, but because every time I conversed with you, I discovered something that made me wish to continue conversing with you."
He stepped nearer, until only an arm's length separated them.
"Your smile. Your manner of speaking. The way you look at me. The drawings you madeโ" His voice broke. "You drew me. So many drawings of me. Do you know what I felt when I beheld them?"
She regarded him in silence. Yet something glimmered in her eyes.
"I know not what this is," he said, his voice almost entreating. "I know not what name to give it. But I know that while I ran through the rain, only one thought occupied my mind: Find her. You must find her. Nothing else signifies."
The rain wove a curtain between them.
"Rapunzel." He spoke her name, his voice ragged, broken. "Look at me."
She looked at him. At his dishevelled, rain-soaked state. At his chest heaving from his exertions. At the feeling in his eyes, undeniable, overflowing, scarcely contained.
"I see you," she said softly.
He closed his eyes, drew a deep breath. When he opened them again, they held nothing but entreaty.
"Then... will you permit me to see you also?"
She did not answer. She merely raised her hand and gently wiped the rain from his cheek, whether rain or tears, neither could tell.
In that moment, he could contain himself no longer.
He stepped forward, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her.
Rain streamed down their cheeks, flowing between their pressed lips. Her lips were cold, but her response was warm. She did not push him away, did not startle. She merely accepted the kiss, as though she had always known this moment would come.
Only after a long, long space did he finally release her.
She looked at him, her gaze still composed, but the corners of her mouth curved in the faintest smile.
"You are soaked through," she observed.
He laughed, it is the kind of unguarded laugh that only she could draw from him.
"I know."
"You will fall ill."
"I know."
"You will repent of this tomorrow."
He looked at her, at those jade-green eyes sparkling in the rainy night, at the person who had driven him to distraction, to running, to casting all prudence to the winds.
"No," he said. "Never."
She lowered her gaze and smiled. That smile was more beautiful than any portrait she had ever drawn.
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Note: this is an old AU that I wrote the basic storyline for. Just thought it would fit with how popular Bridgerton is now, although this is not actually the Bridgerton type of regency romance. If you liked this story please leave a comment๐ซถ๐ป
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