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(Directed towards both Prim and Thomas) ♤:die for your muse :,C

It was unexpected, really. It happened so fast and they should have been ready for it. Primrose thought that very clearly. She had time. It was all - so slow around her. Perhaps it was the goddess blessing her for one final feat.

Only moments before they had been so happy. Their daughter, their beautiful, precious, amazing daughter had been found by their spies and spotted getting into a boat to cross the lake during the release of the lanterns. Primrose had gestured two of their courtiers to take over - automatically - she had been barely thinking straight (and that was why they were in trouble now, wasn’t it Rothaid?) as they gathered a light disguise and a handful of supplies before taking the fastest horses to the other side of the lake.

They weren’t to know a few important meetings had not happened in their life story and one important meeting was happening a fraction too early. They weren’t to know how it would pan out, but they should have been prepared.

Their daughter - (Rapunzel, she called herself) - beautiful, graceful, glowing and radiant with a young man Primrose found familiar except for his nose - had been near the lake when they got there and perhaps it had been the magic of the evening but she believed them somehow - it was a jumble and there was crying and embraces and love.

Primrose felt it in her bones, not her heart, when Thomas fell to the red-headed assassin’s knife. He died almost instantly, his eyes open and surprised as though he hadn’t understood why he was being asked to leave his wife and daughter so soon. There were two of the men, two tall, strong - bulky men. Two she might be able to take with the aid of her daughter’s young man but he was already out of action and Rose - Primrose - Rothaid - mother knew that it would not do to be killed or taken hostage or to only take down one of these giants for as surely as she was still breathing they wanted her little girl.

Time slowed a little then, became liquid and flowed around her - giving her the volva’s power of slipping a little faster than most from moments to moment. The first of the men was simple enough. She had rage and grief on her side. She killed and killed well - in a way that would have pleased her father. His other - twin? - took her blind side and got a strike in - deeper than she would have liked. Rose slid around him, pulled away and hit back. They struggled and she knew she would die as well this night but she was not going to let this man live on in the same space as her daughter.

He got her again the same time that she took her hidden blade and rammed it into his throat. She pushed herself to Thomas, took his hand and squeezed. There was time for a last prayer, perhaps, a breath of blessing for her lost princess. Primrose (mother) refused to say goodbye so soon after she said hello. Instead she just smiled and said I love you.

#the-lost--princess #theoneandonlyflynnrider #So in this au #Gothel doesn't show up #The brothers do #I think Flynn's still alive #<3

♧ (Also for both muses-- IM SO SORRY)

There were shards of glass on the floor - Primrose dropped a goblet when the man ran into their rooms. Even the guards stepped out of his way - sensing a moment that was beyond their training.

The shattering sound seemed to go on into a hollow silence. She found herself staring at the man instead of what he carried - a familiar face, a rogue’s face with no rogue’s smile though it seemed there should be one there. He was a good-looking man, but he had blood on his shirt. Dried blood. Not from the - not from anyone else. She still couldn’t look at the - she couldn’t look.

Thomas made a sound - the first sound apart from the man’s breathing and the clatter of a guard’s halberd. It was a worse sound than the shattering (she could still hear it, would always hear it, would never be in this room without hearing it) and for the first time in her life, Primrose covered her eyes with her hands and refused to see what was in front of her.

The man said something - a mumble beyond that shatter that she couldn’t even hear and did not want to. She found she couldn’t breathe. Surely no one could breathe. There wasn’t any air. She knew this. Her lungs were working - she was gasping but there was no air.

Someone touched her elbow - Thomas - and she was told to sit with just a gesture. She pulled away so hard that she dropped her hands - she was pushing away Don’t touch me.

Primrose saw. A tousled head of cropped brown hair - a face - just enough of a face to see oh god oh god to see - A bit of pink - a dress - small (too small? it had been so long, it had been so so long - this wasn’t her baby anymore) in the man’s arms. He hadn’t let her go yet and suddenly Primrose hated him for that. It was her baby, her baby and he was holding her baby and keeping her baby near his chest instead of giving her back.

Thomas touched her again, and she howled. Her daughter was home.

#the-lost--princess #D':#basically the healing tears were the last of the sun flower magic #and in this au the sun flower magic was keeping her alive #I could imagine your body would get used to a load of healing magic running through it and then suddenly being deprived of that would be #hard on the system #guest appearance #theoneandonlyflynnrider

"See you guys at camp! Love you!!"

2 Explore the nearby ghost town… just the two of you… at night.

(OOC - Big Family AU, Punz/Iris was never kidnapped, Prim and Thomas had other children, seven-year-old twin boys and a three-year-old little girl.)

Primrose slipped an arm around her daughter’s shoulders, giving her a little squeeze as Thomas finished packing their bags with everything they could possibly need. Michal and Antoni were asleep (finally). At seven they seemed to think they should be allowed to start entering the family business. Not the obvious family business of Being A Member of the Royal Family, but the other family business of destroying the forces of evil.

Thank the gods that Freya was still too small at the age of three to beconcerned with such things yet. Primrose was not going to let any of her children join Rose and Simple Tom’s adventures without having properly trained them first, and the twins were barely grasping the concept of basic acrobatics and weapons training yet.

“How are you feeling, darling?” she whispered, placing a kiss on Iris’s forehead. “Excited?”

Even though they had been working as a team since Iris’s fifteenth birthday, she still felt a little thrill of fear mixed with excitement every time they prepared for a mission. That this time it was during a family camp only made the juxtaposition of their public life and their secret life more stark - and she wondered not for the first time if they were doing the right thing in raising their children into a life of adventure and chaos.

#the-lost--princess #camp au #Big Family #A Family That Spies Together #dammit I'm getting attached to these AU kids D:

The Breakfast Club || Rapunzel and Snow White

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It was no secret that Rapunzel was a morning person. For years she lived by the motto ‘Opportunities are like sunrises. If you wait too long, you could miss them.’ For her there was something about the cheery atmosphere that morning brought which inspired productivity. Then, if she did all of what needed to be done in the morning (chores, daily tasks, etc), she would have the rest of the day to focus on the day’s festivities or new projects!

So to say the least, no, she was not upset about early morning kitchen duty. The blonde didn’t wake up naturally at 5am… but it wasn’t too far off from when she normally would.

Rapunzel was waiting outside Snow’s cabin about fifteen minutes before five so they could walk to the Mess Hall together, when she started to wonder how she’d ever get all her hair to fit in a hairnet.

Snow White was used to waking up as early as the birds. Usually, when she was living in the palace with her step-mother, they would make sure she was awake for the beginning of the day. However, she had been waking up even before the birds while she was at camp. This gave her the perfect chance to sign up for making breakfast.

She finished tying the bow in her hair before walking out of the cabin. She greeted Rapunzel with a warm smile. “Good morning!” She closed the cabin door behind her, shoving the key into a pocket hidden in her dress.

She walked over to Rapunzel, giving her a second before walking towards the Mess Hall. “What do you think they’ll have us make this morning?”

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[Camp AU] Pure and Unadulterated Revenge || Rapunzel & Belle

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“Come on, Belle!” Rapunzel said, unable to contain her snickers. “It– it will be so great!”

The girls were on dish duty in the Mess Hall and had been tossing scraps, clearing plates, and scrubbing pots and pans for the past hour and a half. They might’ve had twenty more minutes of work ahead of them, but according to Rapunzel, their night had barely began. “I mean, think about how much of legend we’ll be! People will remember Eric’s underwear swaying in the wind for years to come! We just have to.. sneak into his cabin, find his bunk, grab a pair, and then duck out of there! Easy peasy! Well, and then, you know, lower the normal camp flag, raise the underwear all before morning– But that’s nothing!!”

Placing the newly cleaned pot on the drying rack, the blonde reached for another. Obviously she’d never want to force a friend into helping her. She was just trying to… explain to Belle how much fun it might be!

“I don’t know, Punz...” Belle replied, not knowing if she was up for the prank. Though Belle had done her fair share of pranks, she wasn’t sure why in fact she needed to be involved in one that would possibly get her in trouble. This was her first year of camp, which seemed to be going well, and she did not want to risk getting kicked out from some prank that wasn’t even her idea.

“It sounds exciting and fun, but what did Eric do to us?” Belle asked, still unsure if she wanted to get in on the scheme. She dried her copper pan and then placed it next to Rapunzel’s on the drying rack before getting one of the last three pots in the sink. Her time was running out and Belle knew that she needed to make a decision if she wanted to get involved with Rapunzel hanging Eric’s underwear on the flagpole. Belle gritted her teeth trying to decide, epic adventure or possibly getting in trouble. This was a toss up for the bibliomaniac.

“If you give me a good enough reason, maybe I will help out,” Belle reasoned to her friend.

#Pure and Unadulterated Revenge #the-lost--princess #Camp AU #I couldn't think of a good title #so you can change it if you want! :)#See you at camp! meme

Proof in the Pudding>Rapunzel & Stitch>DRP Camp Meme

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WHOP. Rapunzel turned only to get hammered in the face with a healthy handful of lukewarm mashed potatoes. Her mouth fell open from the sheer impact, and she just stood there as the mush slipped off her chin. “Alright!” The blonde yelled as she wiped her face clean. “Now you’re asking for it!” She tried not to smile scanned the room for the little blue booger. Really all there was to see was madness– mayhem that would make any pyshco proud, or parent faint. At last in the corner of her eye, she spotted him– “Oh come on, that’s just not fair,” she giggled, staring up at the ceiling. Reaching towards the nearest table, Rapunzel grabbed the first thing she could and hurled it towards Stitch… Now, chocolate pudding wasn’t the easiest thing to throw, but her options weren’t exactly abundant.

Ave Maria played serenely as the great glob of chocolate jiggled its way upward to Stitch. It wobbled in slow motion, leaving Stitch breathless once he spotted it. It was too late to change course. It was coming right for him!

“NooooOOooOOooooo!” Stitch’s slow motion cry for help amidst the soprano accompaniment only made the splatter worse for him, ... or better. The glob of pudding went right down his throat, cutting off the overlay music and his objection all at once.

“Mmmm... yummy!” Stitch rubbed his tummy, forgetting to leave at least one paw gripped to his perch. “Oh...” Stitch blinked, before looking down, seeming to float in mid-air for a moment before he fell to the ground with a sharp holler.

When he landed, he disrupted a long table full of food. The way he landed turned the table into a catapult... and the food into a barrage of messy artillery. By some cruel twist of fate, Rapunzel was right in its crosshairs.

Stitch rose to his feet, holding his aching cranium with all his hands.

“Ow! I hit my head!”

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"See you at camp, bro!"

“It’ll be a blast!”

30. Muse A’s entire cabin dared them to go out and kiss Muse B. Can Muse A do it?

(Starter will be posted tonight!)

#the-lost--princess #jfc #DRP summer camp #The Kiss

"See you at camp, Anna!"

7. We got in trouble… Sit in detention and resist dying of boredom!

Resting her head on the hard wood desk, Anna sighed. Her purple tee-shirt was nearly soaked through with water, and the counselors hadn’t allowed her to change before sticking her in this room where the air-conditioning alternated from freezing her solid or not working at all.

“I just don’t see why we got in trouble!” Anna complained, exasperated, to the other girl in the room. “We just wanted to start a water balloon fight!”

#Camp DRP: Rapunzel #the-lost--princess