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[letdownmyhair]

Who: Flynn Rider and Rapunzel
Warning: Epic Cute smut?

Rapunzel moved carefully across the courtyard, her hair gathered in her arms, eyes darting everywhere just in case someone might spot her and escort her back to her room. It was the middle of the night, and she had no business being outside like this, barefoot and in her nightgown, but she couldn

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[flynn_rider]

For his part, Flynn had been sleeping soundly. Peacefully, even. He'd heard something rattle against the window, but the wind battered the thing at regular enough intervals that he didn't think of the possibility that someone could’ve been crawling inside.

Not until someone had managed to weasel their way under his covers anyway. He felt cold toes against his legs and let out a startled yelp, all but jumping out of bed to whirl around and meet his would-be assailant.

But it was-

“Blondie?” He wasn’t sure if he was incredulous or impressed. Maybe both. “What’re you-“ He ran a hand down his face, brain still fuzzy from sleep even though his heart was pumping from the adrenaline rush.

“How did you get up here?”

[letdownmyhair]

Rapunzel squeaked when Eugene leaped out of the bed like that, immediately throwing her arms up over her head like that would help somehow. She blinked at him, wide-eyed, then made an apologetic face as she pushed some of her hair back.

"S-Sorry... I- I climbed in through the window, and-- I was kinda hoping you wouldn't wake up and freak out..."

[flynn_rider]

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t expecting anyone to come in through my window, so I guess you caught me a little off guard.” He let out a breath and sat back down on the bed. He was dressed for sleep, which consisted of his boxer shorts and a plain white cotton shirt. Not that he was worried about it; he was decently covered.

“So,” He asked, rubbing his eyes a little, “What brings you to my room at the social hour of-“ He glanced out the window and squinted, making his best guess, “Three in the morning?”

Flynn looked at her, and it was only then that he noticed something may’ve actually been wrong. She was still in her sleeping gown, though given her occasional whimsies (such as following a random stranger from the tower she hadn’t left in eighteen years to a magical school miles away from home), that didn’t surprise him so much as the shock, and possible fear in her expression. It softened him a bit and made him add, “Are you alright? What happened?”

[letdownmyhair]

"Actually... It's almost two."

It was a feeble attempt at lightening the mood or distracting him or trying to calm him enough that he'd crawl back under the covers and just let her stay with him. But when he added those last questions she faltered, glancing down at the floor. With a sigh, she pulled her knees up to her chest and shut her eyes.

"This... probably sounds silly. But I- I had... I had a nightmare."