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annajustdraws · 4 months
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Tangled (2010) || 9-1-1 (2018 –)
(for @madamewriterofwrongs​ and @oneawkwardcookie​)
[Image ID: a parallel set consisting of five gifs of Flynn Rider and Rapunzel from Tangled and five gifs of Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz from 9-1-1. The gifs from Tangled are on the left, and the corresponding parallel gif from 9-1-1 is on the right.:
GIF 1: Flynn's expression falling slack with fondness and awe as he looks at Rapunzel offscreen, spinning in the square with her hair braided and adorned with flowers. The caption reads, "[Looking Fond™ at the love of his life.]"
GIF 2: Eddie glancing up at Buck ranting about Bobby choosing someone else for interim captain in 6.01, his expression creased with fond amusement as he raises his eyebrows, a smile curving his lips as he looks back down at his paper. The caption reads, "[Looking Fond™ at the love of his life.]"
GIF 3: Flynn and Rapunzel sitting in the boat during the lantern festival, singing together. The lyrics read "Now that I see you."
GIF 4: Eddie thanking Buck for not giving up before he leaves in 3.03. The gif cuts to a shot of Buck watching Christopher with an awed smile, looking lighter than he had before Eddie came by. The caption is from Buck's voiceover, and reads, "A few choice words can sometimes be the life raft that gets you home. To be seen...to be found."
GIF 5: Flynn being dragged by the guards towards the dungeon, where he is to be executed the next morning. He is struggling against them, yelling out for Rapunzel. The caption reads, "[While being taken to jail to be executed] Rapunzel!"
GIF 6: Eddie's eyes widening as he takes in the blood on Buck's face and shirt in 4.14, panic flaring in his expression. The caption reads, "[has just been shot, is bleeding profusely] Are you hurt?"
GIF 7: Rapunzel sobbing over Flynn's unconscious body, cupping his face and asking him, "No! Look at me. I'm right here. Don't go. Stay with me."
GIF 8: Buck's blood-soaked face peering down at Eddie in 4.14, eyes pleading with him as he grazes his palm along Eddie's neck offscreen. The caption reads, "We're so close, I just...I need you to hang...I need you to hang on."
GIF 9: Rapunzel falling into Flynn's arms with her relief at him being alive. Flynn catches her and holds her tight, tucking his face into her neck as he breathes with his own relief. His hand spans her whole back.
GIF 10: Buck bounding forward into Eddie's arms in 3.01, both of them grinning widely as they wrap their arms around each other in joy. Eddie's hand spans Buck's waist.
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roselynnthornwood · 1 year
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cosette141 · 1 year
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Untangled | OUAT/Tangled Crossover Fanfic - Chapter 1
author: cosette141
pairings: Captain Swan & Flynn/Rapunzel
words: 1.4k
summary: (Tangled/OUAT crossover) “Who the bloody hell are you?” Flynn jerked awake at the sinister voice, and the distinct feeling of sharp metal under his chin. The first thing he noticed was the pirate standing next to him, a hook replacing the man’s left hand, and a cold, angry flash in his eyes as he held the metal appendage to his throat. Flynn opened his mouth to explain, only to realize he couldn’t, because when the hell did he get tied to the helm of a ship? (Captain Swan & Flynn/Rapunzel)
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Chapter One
a/n: For context: in terms of OUAT, this takes place probably sometime after s4/established relationship, and just imagine they're in Corona for a trip or fell through a portal to there or something, lol. As for Tangled, this takes place in Tangled canon, right after Flynn gets knocked out and tied to the helm of a ship. Unluckily for him, it just happens to be the Jolly Roger.
“Who the bloody hell are you?”
Flynn jerked awake at the sinister voice, and the distinct feeling of sharp metal under his chin. 
The first thing he noticed was the pirate standing next to him, a hook replacing the man’s left hand, and a cold, angry flash in his eyes as he held the metal appendage to his throat.
Flynn opened his mouth to explain, only to realize he couldn’t, because when the hell did he get tied to the helm of a ship?
The last thing he remembered was the lanterns, watching them floating into the sky, a sight even he had to admit was always beautiful and mesmerizing every year the event occurred. But for the first time, they weren’t what captivated him. 
Rapunzel did. 
Beautiful and sweet and kind and just as graceful as she was scrappy, he could imagine being captivated by her for the rest of his days. 
He had planned on telling her exactly that when his old partners showed themselves, and he went to give them the crown—
Flynn froze.
“Sorry, old pal,” they had said, the word 'pal' holding none of the word’s friendliness. “The old woman is offering us more than you ever could. We’ll tell Rapunzel you said goodbye. Not that she’ll ever be seen again.”
They’d attacked him, but not out of sheer irritation with him. 
They’d been following orders. 
The old woman—Rapunzel’s mother. 
“Not that she’ll ever be seen again.”
Rapunzel was in danger.
“Silence won’t save you, mate,” came the pirate’s voice, cutting through Flynn’s panicked daze. “Now,” said the man, “who the bloody hell are you, and what are you doing aboard my ship?” he repeated, words cutting as sharp as the tip of the hook.
“Look,” said Flynn breathlessly, “I didn’t ever intend to board your ship!” He gestured to how he was tied to the helm. “Does this look like how a man travels willingly?” 
The pirate lifted a brow slightly in consideration. 
“I was knocked out and I just woke up like this, okay?” huffed Flynn. 
“And you usually carry around crowned jewels?” asked the pirate, lifting the crown from his slack grip, tied tightly to the helm. 
Flynn’s brows kneaded in confusion. The crown. Why…?  
But it clicked—
“The old woman is offering us more than you ever could.”
They didn’t need the crown anymore.
No…
They wanted him out of the picture, and giving him the crown and trapping him here, he will have eventually been found by the Royal Guard and arrested. Or worse.
Gods, he never knew he’d be relieved to instead be found at hook-point by a deadly pirate.
“I’m not stealing it! She’s trying to frame me!” breathed Flynn, when the hook pressed a little sharper. Then he paused. “Or, well—okay. I stole the crown, but then I was going to return the crown, because I found someone worth so much more than any crown, someone… beautiful and wonderful and…” His words slowed, lost in the feelings for her. Until he saw the pirate’s impatience, and spoke faster. “Look—she’s in trouble, and I need to save her.” When the pirate remained silent, he tried a smolder-ish smile. “Cut a man loose, would you?” Then, he paused. “To clarify, please cut me loose from the ropes, and not my limbs loose from me.”
At the pirate’s stone expression, Flynn flashed him a toothy smile. 
The pirate looked from the crown to Flynn. “And I’m supposed to buy this?”
“Well,” said Flynn, “since I stole it, you can consider it paid for.”
There was no amusement in the pirate’s eyes. 
“Look, man,” said Flynn, huffing a sigh, pulling out the seriousness he had only ever given to Rapunzel. “I… I used to be this bad guy,” he said. “This… this criminal, this thief who only cared about himself, but then… I met her,” said Flynn, and the pirate stilled. “She’s just…” He shut his eyes. “I love her.” He opened his eyes, deflating. “I’m talking to a pirate about love.” He slumped. “You’re just going to kill me, aren’t you?”
But instead of the cold detachment Flynn expected to see in his eyes, it was something much different. Somehow, Flynn’s words sparked something in him.
Something like… understanding.
Flynn felt himself relax a little.
Until the pirate unsheathed his sword in a flash quicker than lightning, and Flynn’s eyes screwed shut with a squeal that surely Maximus heard wherever the stallion was, with a last thought that truthfully, death-by-pirate really is the way he deserves to go after all he’s done—
—only for Flynn to realize, cracking his eyes open, his body devoid of the pain that he should be feeling after three feet of steel cuts through his body like meat on a kabob, that he actually hasn’t been impaled. 
Instead, he was startled to find the rope in shreds at his feet, and himself entirely unharmed.
Cautiously, Flynn looked up, finding the pirate sheathing the sword.
“I’m not dead,” said Flynn, testing out the words, almost as if wondering if the pirate was just delaying his death.
“Perceptive, aren’t you?” quipped the pirate, who suddenly looked far less coldblooded than he did a few moments ago.
“You didn’t kill me,” repeated Flynn, straightening, rubbing his wrists where they had begun to chafe. “Why?” he asked. “I didn’t take pir— people like you—or, uh, well, I didn’t think you were the… sparing lives type,” he said with a nervous chuckle, wondering if he’d pushed too far and he should jump into the ominous dark water before he’s pushed off the plank.
The pirate seemed to have sensed that Flynn had almost said pirate before changing his mind with his words, and that seemed to bother him. Not in an angry way, per se, but more… sad. “I wasn’t always a pirate,” he said in a quiet voice, again devoid of the intimidation he’d had before, as if Flynn was looking at a strange twin of the man, both sides of him were so different. And Flynn felt a familiarity in those words, for he only became who he was because he had to. “And I no longer am,” the pirate continued. He glanced at his attire and ship, and shrugged. “Not a… traditional pirate anymore, that is.”
“Well, thanks,” said Flynn. “I’m Flynn. Flynn Rider,” he said, though he didn’t say the name with the same gusto and bravado that he once did. 
Truly, he was missing Rapunzel’s use of his given name.
“Hook,” the pirate said.
Flynn’s eyes widened almost comically. “Hook ? Like—like Captain Hook?” Even all the way in Corona, they’ve heard stories about the infamous Captain Hook, who has been alive for centuries, the most fearsome pirate in all the lands.
“Aye,” said Hook, though just like Flynn’s use of his own name, the pirate didn’t seem to carry his name with pride, either.
“Woah,” said Flynn. “Your reputation definitely precedes you. And not in the good way.”
The only response he was given was a slight brow raise, followed by Hook lifting a crumpled paper from an inside pocket in his coat, displaying it with, “Neither does yours, mate. They did you quite a disservice.”
Flynn snatched the Wanted posted from his hand. “It’s a nose, it’s not that hard!” he exclaimed, until he remembered himself. Crumpling and tossing the paper, Flynn said seriously, “How fast can you get me to shore? I need to save Rapunzel,” he said breathlessly.
“This woman,” said Hook, “your love. She’s in danger?”
“A lot,” said Flynn, the shock of the moment wearing off, the fear setting back in. “Her mother is evil and—well, I have to find her and save her,” he explained breathlessly. 
“I’ll do you better than get you to shore,” said Hook, face setting in a steel determination as he took the helm, steering them toward shore. “I’ll help you save her.”
Flynn paused. “You will?”
“Aye,” said Hook. “I know nothing of this land, and as you said; my reputation is unsavory. Both Royals and townsfolk have not taken kindly to my arrival.” he muttered. “I need to find my love, as well. We’ve been separated, and I fear she’s in danger as well.” His eyes clouded with the same emotion Flynn had seen in them earlier. “Trouble seems to always find her.”
“Yeah, of course,” said Flynn. “Your love. What’s her name?”
Hook, his eyes on the horizon, as deep as the midnight sky, a spark in them as bright as the stars, smiled.
“Emma.”
-.-.
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rhmis-user-2020 · 11 months
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Eugene acts cute to Rapunzel
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grayluforever · 11 months
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Lucy: Something brought you here, Gray Fullbuster. Call it what you will, fate, destiny.
Gray: A horse.
Lucy: So I have made the decision to trust you.
Gray: A horrible decision, really.
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frie-ice · 2 years
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Tangled: I See the Light.
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djcanipe99 · 1 year
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If someone could write me a kajillion parallels for Tangled // Outlander I would love them so much. They're so alike in some aspects 🥺🥺🥺
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star-rie · 14 days
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okay but can we talk how rapunzel-coded arthur is?? 😭😭
complicated birth situation? ✅
magical princess? ✅
met a hot brunette man who’s secretly a criminal? ✅
BLONDE? ✅✅✅✅✅
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and here’s their flynn rider <3
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annajustdraws · 1 year
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New Dream♥️ cuz why not
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robosuta · 9 months
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It was funnier in my head
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I’m SICK!
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cosette141 · 1 year
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Untangled | OUAT/Tangled Crossover Fanfic | Chapter Three
author: cosette141
fandom: Once Upon A Time & Tangled
words: 5k+
summary: (Tangled/OUAT crossover) “Who the bloody hell are you?” Flynn jerked awake at the sinister voice, and the distinct feeling of sharp metal under his chin. The first thing he noticed was the pirate standing next to him, a hook replacing the man’s left hand, and a cold, angry flash in his eyes as he held the metal appendage to his throat. Flynn opened his mouth to explain, only to realize he couldn’t, because when the hell did he get tied to the helm of a ship? (Captain Swan & Flynn/Rapunzel)
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Chapter 3
There always has to be a bloody crisis.
Killian sighed to himself as he walked through the forest with his new companion, Flynn Rider. 
With the way the younger man spoke his name earlier, Killian knew it wasn’t his real one. 
They’ve been walking through the forest, only having slowed down a few moments ago from tiredness. Their destination was a tower, however that was all the explanation Flynn gave.
“Catch your breath, mate,” said Killian, brows creasing at the obvious fear in the man’s eyes, which only felt like a reflection of Killian’s own feelings for Emma. “You’ll be of no help to her if you run yourself into the ground.”
Flynn hesitated, but then with a tired huff, stopped, leaning a hand against a tree trunk to catch his breath. “Where… is that…” panted Flynn, “...damn horse… when I need him?” he muttered breathlessly. Killian only raised a brow in confusion as Flynn picked up his head. “We’re… more than halfway to the tower,” said Flynn, straightening a little.
“Your love,” said Killian. “This Rapunzel. She’s royalty?”
“No,” said Flynn. “But damn if she wouldn’t pass for a princess.” He smiled faintly, then looked at Killian. “Yours; Emma,” he said. “She a pirate, too?”
Killian cracked a smile. “Heart and soul of a pirate, aye, for sure. However, my wife is a princess,” he said, unsure if he was more proud that Emma was pirate material, a true princess, or his wife.
Hell, he was in love with all three.
Flynn’s eyes widened. “Seriously?! A princess and a renegade,” he said, shaking his head. “What a love story.”
“Aye,” agreed Killian, never tired of their particular story.
Seeming to have caught his breath enough to continue, and Killian was grateful for the rest himself, Flynn continued on, Killian at his side, resuming their pace.
At Flynn’s obvious nervousness returning, his fear for Rapunzel, Killian asked, “On the subject of love stories. What’s yours?”
Flynn ducked under a branch, a faint smile at his lips. “We met a few days ago,” he said. “I stumbled upon her tower, thought it was abandoned so I went inside, and… she knocked me out with a frying pan and tied me to a chair.” He laughed, the memory almost cutting through his fear. 
Killian grinned. “Quite the lass.”
Flynn couldn’t help a grin, too. “What about you?” he asked. “How does a pirate meet a princess, let alone get her to fall in love with him?”
“How she fell in love with me, I’ve no bloody idea,” said Killian honestly. “But I do believe she had my heart the moment we met.” He smiled, remembering the moment fondly. “She held a knife to my throat and tied me to a tree, threatening to leave me to my death at the hands of a bloodthirsty ogre.”
Flynn’s brows shot up. Blinked. Then— 
“Nice.”
“Aye.”
They continued at their half-walk, half-jog pace for a few more moments in silence, until— “There it is,” said Flynn, picking up his pace, and Killian followed. 
Flynn bent to walk through some thick bushes, and Killian followed, revealing a hidden oasis with a tall tower at its center.
“Rapunzel!” called Flynn, running to the side of the tower. “Rapunzel, let down your hair!” 
“Hair?” asked Killian in puzzlement.
“Long story,” said Flynn. Then— “Pun not intended.”
Killian shook off the questions.
Whatever Flynn had been waiting for wasn’t happening, and he called, “Rapunzel!” again. “Something’s wrong,” said Flynn, starting to climb up the side of the tower.
“Oh,” came a sinister voice from behind them, “I’d say.”
Both Killian and Flynn spun around, Killian brandishing his sword. 
Standing behind them was a woman with midnight hair and sharp eyes, reminding Killian of a vulture, and he wondered why his mind always seemed to supply animal-comparisons to all of the villains he’s met in his life.
“You,” snarled the woman at Flynn, “have ruined everything!”
“What have you done with Rapunzel?!” demanded Flynn.
“Rapunzel, my eternal youth, has escaped me,” growled the woman. “You and the blonde witch you sent to save her will pay,” she said angrily.
“Blonde witch?” echoed Flynn in confusion. “I didn’t—”
Blonde witch.
Somehow, Killian knew it was Emma.
It made the hint of a smile quirk his lips. If he couldn’t be more proud of his wife.
“Rapunzel isn’t here,” said Killian to Flynn under his breath. “It must be Emma she’s with.”
“Emma?” echoed Flynn. “Your wife saved Rapunzel?” he said, far louder than Killian had whispered.
And Killian did not like the look in the woman’s eyes when she heard it.
Like she had an idea, and it wasn’t good.
“Let’s go, Rider,” said Killian sharply.
But the woman snapped her fingers, and suddenly two burly men walked around from behind the tower. One of them grabbed Flynn, wrapping his arm around Flynn’s throat, making the ex-thief struggle, gasping.
Killian jerked toward him, only for the second to step into his path. Killian swung his sword toward him, only to stop short at the cold metal suddenly pressed to his throat from behind. 
Killian froze.
“Move,” hissed the woman, tightening the knife against Killian’s throat, making him grimace, “and I’ll kill you.”
Killian felt furious irritation roll his eyes, but he stayed put, and concluded that a knife to his throat was only enjoyable when it was Emma holding the blade.
“It seems,” hissed the woman, “that even though the foolish girls have escaped me, I now have something of theirs.”
Killian shut his eyes.
Bloody hell.
“I’ll use you two to lure them to me,” she said dangerously. “Then Rapunzel will be mine, and the rest of you,” she drawled icily, “will be dead.”
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irishyuri · 1 year
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newdream x la belle dame sans merci
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rhmis-user-2020 · 11 months
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Varian, sips coke while chit-chatting with Rapunzel and Eugene: Soo, guys...What are you planning on doing on your honeymoon?
Rapunzel: I was thinking if I and Eugene went to the beach on our honeymoon.
Eugene Fitzherbert: Hairstripe, may I ask you something?
Varian: Yes, Eugene.
Eugene Fitzherbert: I was-
Hugo: BRUH!
Eugene Fitzherbert, growled at him through clenched teeth.: Not, you again!
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