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December 2nd, 2021
*all credits go to disney where credits are due*
so i've been looking for a flynn rider x reader (don't judge me he's hot) but i cant find much, so i decided to try and write one myself? bear with me bc i've never done this before 😬 i'm probably not even gonna finish it but whatever. also i will most likely keep updating earlyish chapters to fit with where i want the story to go
also: yes, (y/n) is incredibly naïve and i think she's annoying, but she grows up around part 16

Your first ever memory is just an image; a flower, glowing and gleaming, cupped in your mother's hands, as she sits downstream of her cottage. You can remember her singing you a lullaby about the flower; and it's silly, you know, but you feel scared when you think about this memory.

You've mentioned it to Mother once. She dismissed you with a wave of her hand, simply telling you that you're overthinking tiny details again. When you were two, Mother says, you visited the kingdom with her. She says you were terrified, and for good reason. It's full of thugs and ruffians, and people will steal you off of the street and eat your eyes.

Okay, the last part is a little far-fetched, but you believe it. Mother sometimes comes home from her trips and tells a story about how the thugs tried to steal her goods and take her to their hideouts.

Rapunzel was born when you were four. You were so young that you can't remember Mother even being pregnant. She tells you that she wasn't showing much anyway, though. Ever since then, Mother has stopped taking you to see the flower. In fact, she said the ruffians had moved into the area around the cottage that you used to live in, and she moved you all into a tower. Only Mother was allowed to leave; it was too dangerous for two naïve young girls out there.

Mother says that Rapunzel is special. You see, when you first met her, she had an entire head full of shiny, golden hair. She had a single lock behind her ear that was brown, though. The midwife at the hospital had tried to cut and take Rapunzel's hair for herself.

The hair thing should probably be explained.

Rapunzel has magical hair.

No, really. When someone sings Mother's lullaby, it begins to shine. Mother says it keeps you all in good health and strength so that the thugs and ruffians can't take you.

Your story really started a week before Rapunzel's thirteenth birthday. Mother was away for a few days, and you woke up to the sound of Rapunzel brushing her hair. It wasn't usually very loud, but today it was particularly tangled.

You rubbed your eyes and sat on the edge of your bed. What time was it? Mother once brought home an old pocket watch. She spent ages teaching Rapunzel how to read it. Rapunzel then started teaching you when Mother was away. After what seemed like hours, you mustered the strength to get up and leave your room to actually check the pocket watch. As soon as you crossed the threshold, though, you tripped over some blond hair and fell flat on your face.

Another thing that should be mentioned: if Rapunzel's hair is cut, it loses its magic... so her hair has been growing for nearly thirteen years. Needless to say, it was extremely long. In fact, that's how Mother reaches the tower. Mother had you put a hook in the windowsill, where Rapunzel would hang her hair. The locks were long enough to tickle the grass below, and Mother climbed them to get inside.

"Rapunzel," you groaned. You played dead, closing your eyes and sticking your tongue out to the side.

"Oh, man! Not again! I'm sorry, (y/n). I thought you'd be asleep for a while," she said in her light voice. She walked closer to you, seeing your tongue.

You opened one eye to check if she was watching, saw her suppressing a grin, and sat up. You then proceeded to dramatically hold the back of your hand to your forehead and fall backward onto the culprit of your demise. She yanked her hair and you fell onto the hard tiled floor.

"Ow," you said, even though it didn't really hurt.

"I'm sorry!" she squealed, "I can heal you if you want! Flower, gleam and gl-"

"I'm fine, don't worry," you said, standing and brushing yourself off. Suddenly, you had an impulse. You'd been thinking about it for a while, and today was as good a day as any to do it.

"Follow me," you said vaguely, rushing to the windowsill and stepping gracefully over the hair patterned on the floor.

"Wait, (y/n), what are you doing?" Rapunzel asked worriedly.

"Trust me," was all you said. You stood on the windowsill and wrapped your hands around the hook, hoisting yourself up. You scaled the flower boxes until you had a firm grip on the roof of the tower. Then, you scampered onto the shingles.

"C'mon, Rapunzel!" you laughed. A few moments later, you saw a golden head pop into view.

"Oh my goodness," was all she could say, "oh my goodness! I'm outside! We're outside! The air is so fresh! But wait, what will Mother think?"

"Mother won't know," you said, looking at her quizzically, "right?"

"Right. Right! Oh, this is exhilarating," she said, stretching out her arms and spinning around the roof.

"Careful! I didn't bring you up here to die," you laughed.

"Can we watch the floating lights from up here?" she asked hopefully.

The floating lights appeared on each of Rapunzel's birthdays. They filled the sky with their beauty, but you had never known what they were. Rapunzel had always felt like they were hers, and it was her dream to see them up close. Mother claims they're stars, but you know better. It was possible to see them without Mother knowing -- she was never home on birthdays.

"Sure," you said. You had to admit, it was amazing being up there. Neither of you had ever left the tower since coming to it, and while you still hadn't really left, the air was still sweeter and more lively.

"Do you think one day I'll ever see it in person?" Rapunzel asked you with her head turned.

You thought for a moment. "Yes," you concluded. And with that, you headed back inside, careful not to fall to your death. Going onto that roof was the first step of your rebellion.

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