#rapunzel!au

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loscar rapunzel!au

logan as rapunzel

oscar as flynn rider

james vowels as mother gothel

gaeten as pascal

alex as maximus

nico and jenson as the parents

charles and arthur as the twin brothers

i’m watching it rn and got hit with the idea

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𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝒽𝒾𝓉 𝓂ℯ 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉!

Rapunzel!au :3 flynn rider!rafe. love this au sm actually

Rafe clutches the bag to his chest tightly, glancing around the dim cave he was currently hiding in. From a damn horse.

He sighed in relief when he heard it walk away, exiting the cave the opposite way he came in from. But what he saw was not what he expected at all.

He turned around to see a giant, tall tower. A waterfall behind it, and vines growing on top of the building like it’d been abandoned. He stared in awe, glancing behind him before going over to the tower.

His travel up the tower was rough, but he made it. He shut the window, breathing heavily and leaning against the wall, catching his breath and wiping his sweat off with his palm.

He opened up the bag finally, and before he could even get a good look, he was hit upside the head with a frying pan.

You screamed out of fear, not quite sure what to do now. You hid as if he would wake up. He didn’t, you soon realized. You walked closer again, holding the frying pan, and gently nudging the man’s face. Yup, definitely unconscious.

You looked at your pet lizard, pascal, as if he could even talk. He just stared right back at you. You moved the man’s face with the pan this time, turning it to the side. You moved his hair, examining his features as if he was some sort of ghost.

You put the pan down, interested and intrigued by the man in front of you. He had pretty hair, his skin seemed soft, and his lips were…

You snapped out of your thoughts when one of his eyes opened, you panicked, lifting the pan up and yelping as you hit his head again, shutting your eyes.

He was unconscious again, thankfully. You wrapped your long hair around him, using all the strength you had to pull him.

You ended up shoving him into a wardrobe, shutting it and leaving a chair against it, holding the pan out in front of you again.

“I’ve got a person.. in my closet.” You muttered, looking over to the mirror. “I’ve got a person… in my closet!” The realization dawned on you. “And she says I’m too weak to handle myself?” You talked to yourself, a smug smirk on your face.

Your eyes met something in the mirror, on the floor. The man’s bag. You picked it up, and picked up a crown out of it, looking at it.

“Huh.”

“Y/n!” You heard your mother shout from outside, you gasping and immediately putting the crown up, going to the window.

—

You took a deep breath, using your hair to open the door from afar. He fell face down onto the floor, you gasped and went over, and idea in your head.

You pulled his weight with your hair, he was currently tied up in your hair. Your chameleon hit the man with his tail, and then stuck his tongue in his ear when the man didn’t wake up.

He woke up after that, yelling and looking around. He furrowed an eyebrow, looking down at his lap and trying desperately to move his body and hands. He looked up at you, following your hair to you.

“Jesus…” he mumbled, looking at you all from far away, he could barely see you in the darkness. “Let me out! What the f-“ he jolted around in the chair.

“Struggling- struggling is pointless.” You told him, he furrowed his eyebrows, stopping his movements.

“This has gotta be some weird dream.” He mumbled to himself, watching you climb down from your spot. “Let me out! Swear to God, when I get out-“

You huffed, “I know why you’re here… and I’m not afraid of you.” You told him, holding the pan in front of you still.

“What?” He asked, watching you come into the light.

“Who are you? And how did you find me?” You asked him, he seemed to be in a bit of a daze. You were gorgeous, much more gorgeous than he expected a girl in a tower to be.

“Uh…”

“Who are you, and how did you find me?” You repeated, harsher, raising the pan above your head.

“Okay- can you put the… pan down and then I’ll talk?”

You didn’t reply and he sighed, clearing his throat.

“I don’t know who you are, lady, and I don’t know how I found you. Was just exploring before you hit me on the head and knocked me out. But may I just say…” he paused, making his best attempt at a flirty face. “Hi. How’s it going? My names rafe cameron.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, not amused. You scoffed, “who else knows my location… Rafe Cameron?” You asked, holding the pan to his face again, closer.

“Alright, dude-“

“Y/n.”

“Here’s the deal. I was in a situation, in the forest, I just happened to come across your tower and… f-“ he paused, glancing around when he realized he was missing his bag.

“Where’s my bag?” He asked you, panicked.

“I hid it. Somewhere you’ll never find it.”

He looked around the room again, for hiding spots. “It’s in that pot, isn’t it?” You hit him in the head again with the pan.

“Would you stop doing that?” He exclaimed when he woke up to the chameleons tongue in his ear again, watching it jump off and you standing smugly in front of him.

“Now I hid it where you won’t find it.”

He groaned, throwing his head back in the wooden chair. “Swear to god when I get out of here I’m knocking you out with that damn pan.”

“Me?! You’re the one who-“

“Well, you hit me first!” He complained like a child would.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring him as you began to circle him. “What do you want with my hair? To cut it?”

“What?!”

“Sell it?” You asked, putting the pan to his head again.

“No! Listen, the only thing I want to do with your hair to get outta it- literally and figuratively.”

“Wait…” you stopped moving, looking at him. “You don’t want my hair?”

“Why on earth would I want your hair? I was being chased, I saw the tower and I climbed it. End of story.”

“Are you telling the truth?” You asked, still holding the pan to his face.

“Yes.” He said, you slowly retracted the pan, looking at your chameleon who was now in your hand as you whispered to him.

“But what choice do I have?” You asked, hearing Rafe struggle in the chair again from behind you. You looked up, sighing. “Okay. Rafe cameron, I’m gonna offer you a deal.” You told him,

“Look this way.” You spoke, turning around, causing the chair to spin and fall, as you walked up to the mural you had painted, pulling back the curtains.

“Do you know what these are?” You asked, but when you turned, you saw his face smushed against the tile.

“The lantern thing they do for the princess?” He said nasally.

“Lanterns, I knew they weren’t stars.” You muttered to yourself. “Well, tomorrow, they’ll light the night sky with the… lanterns. You-“ you pointed the pan over to him, “will act as my guide, take me to the lanterns, and return me home. Then- and only then, will I return your bag to you. That’s my deal.”

“Yeah-“ he grunted, turning his body around yo turn the chair onto its side. “Not gonna happen, princess. The kingdom and I aren’t exactly on good terms right now, so I couldn’t take you anywhere if I wanted to.”

You hopped down, grabbing your hair and pulling it towards you. “Something brought you here,” his chair was pulled up. “Call it what you will, fate, destiny-“

“A literal horse?”

“But I made the decision to trust you-“ you spoke, inching closer to the man.

“A horrible decision, by the way.”

“But trust me when I tell you this..” you gripped your hair, forcing the chair forward, your arm holding it so that he looked up at you.

“You can tear this tower apart, brick by brick, but without my help you will never find your precious bag.” You spoke to him closely.

“Let me get this straight. I take you to see the lanterns, that you so badly wanna see for some reason, bring you back home and you’ll bring me back my bag?”

“Promise. And if I promise something, I never, ever break that promise.”

He furrowed an eyebrow, unconvinced.

“Ever.” You repeated.

He sighed in defeat. “Fine. I’ll take you to see the fuckin’ lanterns.”

“Really?!” You exclaimed out of excitement, your movement making him fall face first onto the hard tiles.

“Oops.” You mumbled, looking down at him.

“I think you broke my nose.” He whimpered out.

—-

I loved this sm and was so excited to get it out I didn’t wanna queue it

[blushing-starker]

Two versions because I couldn't decide which was better. This is very loosely based on a Rapunzel!AU. @twokinkybeans and @vaguekiwi liked it so you know I melted when they praised me.

[kiriani]

@nogreeneggs, You are So. Freaking. Right. omfg

send help I’m having way too much fun with this Tangled Husbands crossover

[machtaholic]

themargolem replied to your post “Fairy Tale Prompts”

queliot rapunzel ;)

"Quentin? Q? ... Rapunzel?"

"Fuck you, Eliot!"

Eliot chuckled when he saw Quentin's face appear in a window at the top of the tower.  Someone thought it would  be fun to play a prank on him and Quentin and had cast a spell on them, sending them into a fairy tale.  Into Rapunzel to be exact.

"Let down your hair?" Eliot said.

"What, you want to climb up my hair?  Fuck that, find another way up!" Quentin hollered.

"Q, there are no doors down here that I can see," Eliot said.

"So cast a spell," Quentin replied.  "We're in a world with magic!"

Eliot rolled his eyes, but blasted a hole in the tower and located a pair of stairs.  Cursing about the lack of elevators and pain in his thighs, calves and shins as he ascended umpteenine flights of stairs, Eliot was panting when he finally pushed his way into the only room at the top of the stairs, and promptly tripped over Quentin's hair.

"Welcome to my hell," Quentin muttered.

Eliot clambered to his feet, looked around the room and started laughing.  Coils upon coils of hair wrapped around the room and Quentin laid on a bed near the window frowning at Eliot.

"Couldn't magic the hair away?" Eliot asked.

"I could conjure myself food, but no spell would undo this," Quentin said.  "Apparently the magic will work if it furthers the story to a point.  When I conjured food the spell didn't even give me a knife."

Eliot watched as Quentin tried to sit up, but the weight of his hair kept him from succeeding.

"Whatever spell sent us here happened to send me with both a dagger and a sword," Eliot said.  "I could help you out."

"Please," Quentin begged.  "Please.  I've got the worst headache."

Eliot carefully picked his way through the room and pulled up a chair up to the bed near Quentin's head.  The bed was the perfect height - when Eliot sat down, he gently moved Quentin's head so it was in his lap.  Eliot pulled the small dagger out of the sheath in his boot and eyed Quentin's hair for a moment before taking a lock and slicing it so hit below his shoulders.  He worked carefully, not wanting to cause Quentin any more pain.  It was a slow process, but eventually Eliot finished.

"Try sitting up now," Eliot murmured.

Quentin slowly sat up and sighed softly.  "Thank you," Quentin whispered.

Eliot blinked for a few minutes as he watched Quentin ... watched the hair move around his shoulders with the gentle breeze from outside the window. Without even realizing he was doing it, Eliot reached out and carded a hand through Quentin's hair.

"It's so soft," Eliot replied.  Suddenly both his hands were in Quentin's hair, gently massaging Quentin's scalp, watching Quentin carefully.

"Fuck," Quentin whispered.  "You have no idea how much my head has been killing me and fuck your hands feel fantastic."

"Yeah?" Eliot murmured.

"Fucking Rapunzel," Quentin muttered.  "Why did it have to be Rapunzel. I mean, I've been growing my hair out, but seriously."

"Someone has a sense of humor," Eliot said.  "And I like your hair."

"Yeah?" Quentin replied, leaning into Eliot's massaging fingers.

"Mmmhmm," Eliot replied.  "The way it falls, the way you play with it when you're distracted, tucking it behind your ears."

"A wordsmith," Quentin murmured.  "You never said anything."

Eliot shrugged.  "What would I say? Quentin you have lovely hair and I'd love to see it spread across the pillows of my bed?"

"Would you?" Quentin asked.

"What?"

"Want to see my hair spread across the pillows of your bed?" Quentin pressed.

Eliot gave Quentin a small smile and a nod.

"There happens to be a bed right here," Quentin said, laying down and spreading his hair across the pillows.

"Fucking beautiful," Eliot said.

"Yeah? What are you going to do about it?"

***

"Genius," Julia said.

"I know," Margo replied.

"The sexual tension between those two was so thick," Julia said.

"And neither would make a move," Margo said.  "So I made the move for them."

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Flynn rider!rafe x rapunzel!reader au

-Moodboard

- you hit me first!

- Village

- Lanterns

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Flynn rider!Rafe and rapunzel!reader☀️

GENIUS IDEA BY THE LOVELY @nemesyaaa

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Village

You were beaming upon the new sight of the village, you could see the beautiful castle from here! You looked back at Rafe, motioning for him to move quicker.

He looked at the side wall, seeing a wanted poster, quickly tearing it off and wadding it up, glancing around to only find Maximus staring at him.

He shoved the paper in the horses mouth, to which Maximus just spat it back at him, the paper sticking to his face as he groaned, turning around to just follow you with an eye roll.

The village was full of people, full of life. Banners of little suns were put strung, colors were seen everywhere.

You began to walk, before a goat pulling a wheelbarrow got in front of you, but before you could walk into it, someone gripped the back of your dress, pulling you back and making you stumble backwards into them.

You glanced over your shoulder, seeing it was Rafe who had saved you. You gave him a shy smile, he just let you go, coughing and pretending like nothing happened as his cheeks turned a shade of pink.

People had began to step on your long hair, Rafe gathered it up, helping you carry and hold it. He looked around for a solution, before his eyes landed on four little girls braiding hair.

He whistled over, trying to get their attention. All of their heads snapped in the direction you were in and stared for a moment, before they all gasped and ran over.

You sat while they all braided your hair, and Rafe watched the whole time with a small smile on his face, just admiring you.

You had managed to catch his attention in two days, he hated it. There was something about you, you were so… lively, so sweet and caring towards everyone. He was the opposite, he didn’t understand why he felt this way at all.

The girls were quickly done with braiding your hair, you gasped and smiled at them, twirling around and admiring the braids with flowers adorned in them.

“Thank you so much!”

His smile grew, looking at the scene. Maximus leaned in, nodding his head towards you and back at him. Rafe gently pushed the horses head, rolling his eyes while still smiling.

As you ran through the village with a smile on your face, dragging his hand around everywhere, he found himself more enamored and interested in you than ever.

You saw a mural behind you both when you turned around, Rafe still looking at something in his hands. It looked like the king, the queen and a baby in their hands. Your head tilted at the sight of the mural, looking at the baby.

You saw a band suddenly, distracting you from the mural. Another smile making its way onto your face, you began to dance as they began to play.

Rafe had finished his purchase when he turned around, and when he turned around he was met with the sight of you twirling around, pulling a little boy over to dance with you.

You began pulling more than the boy in, everyone watched with smiles, everyone danced soon, cheering as you all began dancing around in a circle. You were so radiant, your aura was contagious.

You looked at Rafe with a smile, motioning for him to come and dance with everyone. He waved it off, but Maximus butted him into the circle anyways.

Rafe had even purchased a little cloth with the sun emblem on it from a kid, and seeing you smile at his gift was well worth it.

You enjoyed to spend time with Rafe than you had anyone, even your mother.

Finally, after a bunch of dancing with strangers, you two met in the middle, hands clasped together as he stared down at you and you stared right back. He was just about to lean down to kiss you when it was interrupted, you both pulling away shyly and looking at the floor.