Fic: 5 Tangled Drabbles
Title: 5 Tangled Drabbles
Fandom: Tangled
Author: spaciireth
Words: 5 x 100 words
Rating: G
Genre: Friendship/Romance/Humour
Characters/Pairing: Flynn/Rapunzel mostly, with one appearance from Mother Gothel
Summary: Inspired by prompts from disney_uberland
Warnings: None
Notes: Prompts in bold, before each drabble. Some of them do repeat each other a bit, but I think they're all different enough.
Lion
Rapunzel had read about lions and bears and other nasty creatures. Mother Gothel had told her stories about them and about how they liked to eat pretty young girls in a single mouthful. She knew they lived mostly in jungles, but it didn’t stop her from peering fearfully around tree trunks and jumping at every small noise in fright. She noticed that Flynn seemed amused and wondered how he could be so casual about everything. Then she remembered he was the sort of man who lived for this kind of adventure... perhaps it would be wise to keep him around.
Yellow
Flynn had always had a thing for blondes, mostly because, in his experience at least, blonde meant vacuous and empty-headed, and vacuous and empty-headed meant easier to get into bed. This particular blonde, though? Well, she spent her time wielding frying pans at him or talking to a chameleon, but while she was naive, she certainly wasn’t empty-headed. And... he kind of liked that. He didn’t quite know what to do with the fact that for some reason, getting her into bed wasn’t his first priority, but he kind of liked that, too.
It wasn’t right...
Maybe he was sick.
Flower
As long as she had her magic flower, Mother Gothel had everything she needed. The results were superb: the volume of her hair, the smoothness of her skin, the curve of her figure...
She heard the clatter as she kicked over the basket shielding the flower. She wanted to duck back and pull it back over, but there was no time. The soldiers were practically already upon her. Her eyes widened as she watched them catch sight of the golden flower and dig it up, taking it with them.
She couldn’t allow this. Somehow, she’d have to take it back.
Puddle
Despite his reluctance to go anywhere near the Kingdom, Flynn knew that it was the only chance of getting back his satchel, so when he heard a yelp from the girl he was helping, he was quick to spin around to make sure she was okay. He rolled his eyes when he realised she had simply stepped in a puddle on the side of the road.
“It’s just a puddle, Goldie.”
“But it’s freezing! The water in my tower is always so warm.”
“Well, it doesn’t always work that way.”
Flynn sighed. It was going to be a long day.
Skip
Flynn wasn’t entirely sure why this long-haired, naive, wide-eyed girl hopping and skipping and dancing her way through the forest made his heart flutter a little. He followed behind at a safe distance, careful not to be in the way when she expertly gathered up her hair to sling it around a tree branch or keep it dry as she jumped repeatedly in a puddle. It was kind of adorable. Flynn didn’t even know he liked ‘adorable’. He had a feeling that once this trip was over, nothing was going to be the same again. But in a good way.