#demitruli

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I feel like there’s no in-between, like, they either call her Elsa very casually (“Hey Elsa, gonna get some kindling, wanna come along?”) or Fifth Spirit if she just did something absolutely incredible, like,,,, say,,,,,, crafted a whole ice well in a snap of the fingers,,,,,,

woah i was confused for a second because i rbed that so long ago

First impression: i was like 11 and i thought i was straight so i guess i was in love with him or something like that. dreamy mcdreamboat the vampire

Impression now: big dork, biggest possible dork. huge nerd who lies around all day and mopes. depressed bitch who just sits in his room and listens to music (and pines over his crush i guess)

Favorite moment: oh man, i haven’t read the actual books in so long so there’s probably a gem in there that i’m forgetting. i guess it’s him talking about how he was forced to live in the garage for a few years after alice and jazz moved in

Idea for a story: i really wanna write an AU where him and edythe are twins! it would be a bella/edythe fic but i just love the idea of them getting up to twin shenanigans

Unpopular opinion: my personal characterization of edward is so far divorced from him in canon that i don’t have any real Hot Takes? i guess my biggest “unpopular” opinion is that when you write edward in a non-canon pairing fic, he doesn’t always have to be the bad guy? there’s a lot of fics that’ll put bella with someone else and demonize him and it’s not necessarily a bad thing but there’s so many that it’s just kind of a tired trope. rework him instead. put a little love into him. just because he’s a jerk in canon doesn’t mean he has to be a jerk always

Favorite relationship: uhhhhh b&e i guess? i am a real sucker for them, but jakeward is also Great. if we’re talking non-romantic, him and seth are the best of friends and i live for it

thanks for tagging me boo @jasperjoordan

He was gone. Her new dream. Gone. Just like that. And there was absolutely nothing she could do. Nothing. Nothing.

So she did the only thing she could think to do. She sang. Sang for Eugene. For Pascal. For Gothel. For everything she felt. Sorrow, betrayal, pity.

Everything. And yet nothing all the same.

"Heal what has been hurt... Change the fait’s design... Save what has been lost... Bring back what once was mine... What once was mine..." 

She finally allowed the tears to fall from her eyes, thick and fast, sobs violently wracking her body. A single tear dropped from her eye to the cold cheek of her beloved.

Her life had changed drastically in the past three days. She had gone from being a young, naïve girl to a young lady, perhaps still quite a bit naïve, but out in the world. She had experienced so many new feelings. The cool grass between her toes. The pressure of oxygen trying to escape and enter her lungs at the same time while floating under water. Love. The latter of these being the greatest. She had finally seen the light last night, sitting in the boat with… him. She could still see the light. Shining brightly, right in front of her.

Wait. 

What?

There was a light shining in front of her. 

She opened her reddened eyes, her gaze drifting to the dreadful wound on Eugene's abdomen. The dreadful wound… that was now glowing with an intense beam of light. She blinked once in disbelief as the beam of light divided and increased in intensity. Suddenly, the room was bathed in a golden glow. Lines of golden light twisted and weaved around her as she continued to stare in disbelief.

In all her years of healing, this had never happened before. She watched as the faint outline of a flower, her flower, appeared over the wound in Eugene's side, leaving as quickly as it had appeared. She continued to watch curiously as the light began to fade. She carefully touched the vest where, only moments before, a life-ending wound had been. She quickly looked to back to search Eugene's face as she tucked a strand of her new, chestnut brown hair behind her ear.

Slowly, his eyelids fluttered open and he exhaled shortly. In a weak and quiet voice, he asked, "Rapunzel?"

She gasped. "Eugene?" she asked tentatively.

He raised his eyebrows as he gazed up at her teary eyes. "Did I ever tell you I've got a thing for brunettes?" He managed a weak smile.

Rapunzel gave a short laugh. "Eugene!" she cried as she flung her arms around his neck and fell into his arms, laughing, crying, and thanking her lucky stars all at once.

Eugene wrapped an arm around her as she shook in his grip. He tightened his hold on her and buried his face in the crook of her neck. She pulled away from him, her eyes searching his as she laughed again, and then did something that Eugene never thought, in all of his years, that he would see. She grabbed his vest in her tiny fists and pulled him to her, her lips crashing down on his.

Eugene looked at her in slight shock, before he lifted his hand from the small of her back to the back of her head, his fingers entangling themselves as he deepened the kiss. It felt so wonderful. It was like the rest of the world just melted away, it was just him and her, his Rapunzel, his blondie, his new dream. Her lips felt so soft and warm, and when he opened his eyes to look at her, he saw that she was looking at him as well, with an odd expression in her face, as if she was thinking, ‘Well, this is interesting...’ He giggled under her lips. To her, it was different than what she had imagined it would be. She thought she would be nervous, but she wasn't at all, although she hadn’t exactly planned it. She was just so excited, and he was… well, irresistible. She was unsure of what to do at first, but it was so easy to be comfortable with him. And then, he led the rest of the way, moving his lips against hers, with her responding to his every move. Oh, it was just perfect. His breath was fresh, his skin smelled like the wild forest, the grass, the dirt, the nature surrounding the tall tower they were on. 

Her tower… the one she had been kept for the last eighteen years of her life, the one she knew better than the palm of her hand, the one she had felt more of her own, personal prison than her home, filled with so many awful memories, longing and shut windows… And the weird part was that, that same tower she had so passionately hated, was where she had met him -her new dream- where he had sacrificed himself for her –how awesome is that?- where her kidnapper -mother Gothel, the woman that had kept her away from the world, her family and her dreams – had finally dead –a few moments ago, really- and where she and Eugene had shared their first kiss- which was just about to end. Okay now, how was she supposed to hate that place any longer? Even though it was now covered with pieces of the shattered mirror Gothel had crashed that morning, and her cut hair was laying brown and dead on the ground, and Eugene’s blood was splitted all over the room… the tower still had a certain charm, and a place in her heart.

As they pulled apart, he could still see tears glittering in her eyes. He reached a hand to her face and gently wiped them away. "I'm alive... I’m alive!” he said with disbelief. “How on earth did you do that? Your hair-"

"I don’t know! I have no idea. I was just singing and then you started glowing and there was a flower and you woke up!" she quickly yelled excited.

“Glowing? Flower? What are you talking about?” he frowned confused, unable to make sense. 

But instead of responding, she pulled him on her again and gave him another passionate kiss that left him breathless. And she absolutely loved that she had this effect on him. She pulled away, in need to tell him…

“I love you, Eugene.” 

He felt his heart skip a beat. His hand rested on her cheek and his thumb softly folded it. She shivered, enjoying the touch.

"And I love you, Blondie" Eugene said smiling, as he looked in her deep hazel eyes. A slight shock came through him at the words that had just left his mouth, as this was when he realized how absolutely true they were.

“You know, I’m not blonde anymore…” she told him, pointing at her short, brown hair. 

“Nuance! You’ll always be my blondie.” His nose touched hers and she giggled. "That's… the first time I've ever said ‘I love you’" he admitted.  “To anyone. Ever.”

“Wow… that’s a big deal…” she whispered as she leaned forward, her lips softly brushing his as she spoke. “I’m glad you saved it for me.” 

He smiled. “And I’m glad you saved your first kiss for me.”

She blinked. “How did you know it was my first kiss?”

Eugene raised an eyebrow at her and she blushed. “Yeah, okay, fine, I guess it was pretty obvious... But I didn’t have much of a choice locked in here, anyway.”

“If it makes you feel any better, it was my first kiss too.”

The girl’s eyes widened. “Seriously?”

He giggled. “Seriously.”

“But you said that Flynn Rider was-”

“I’m not Flynn Rider. Not anymore. And do you really think that stealing princesses’ crowns leaves you time for girls?”

“It doesn’t?”

“Nope. No time at all.”

“Hmm, I really hope that returning princesses to their families leaves you some time though.”

Eugene blinked at her once. Twice.

“Oh, heh, I guess I forgot to tell you…”

“Tell me what exactly, goldie?” he slowly asked cautiously. 

She pulled away from his arms and sat straight on the ground. He did so as well.

“Okay, Eugene, I’m going to tell you something really important but just don’t… don’t freak out.”

His eyes widened in anticipation of what is about to happen. When she received no farther answer, she took a deep breath and bursted out the words quickly. 

“I am the lost princess.”

She watched him as he opened his mouth in disbelief and gasped in preparation for a scream.

“Please don’t freak out!” she quickly shouted.

And he really tried not to. Out of his mouth came strange almost-freaking-out noises as a result of trying to stop himself. “I'm not freaking out, are you freaking out? No, I'm just very interested in that fact and –OH MY GOD YOU’RE A PRINCESS?!- how did you figure that out, exactly?!” he bursted rocking back and forth with his hand on his face.

She giggled at his straggle and gave him a quick prick on the lips, in an attempt to calm him down.