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ultraglittercat · 3 years

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Drabble 147

Playing Cards

“Ready for another fun afternoon of guys time?” Eugene smiled warmly.

“Yeah!” Varian pumped his fists. “What do you have planned this time?”

“Today we're going to introduce you to blackjack.” Eugene answered.

“I'm the best at blackjack. I won all the games at the orphanage.” Lance boasted.

“I can't figure out how he does it.” Eugene whispered. “But he's very good at it.”

“What are the girls doing?” Varian asked as he took a seat. Ruddiger rubbed up against his legs, chittering with excitement.

“They're making bird feeders with Rapunzel. But trust me, this is way more fun.” Lance insisted.

“Oh.” Varian thought bird feeders sounded pretty good, so blackjack must really be something amazing to be considered the superior activity.

“I've got 4 decks here. We shuffle all the decks together and deal out two cards to everyone. The idea is to get 21 points or as close to it as you can. Each card is worth the value of the card from 2 to 10. Face cards, that is jacks, queens, and kings, are also worth 10. The ace can be worth 1 or 11 points, your choice. If you have a low number, you can be 'hit' again and we'll deal you another card. But if you go over 21, you lose. If your hand is better than the other players, you win. The dealer 'hits' on 16 or lower and stays on 17 or above. If the dealer goes 'bust' or over 21, all the players win. But if the dealer has the best hand, all of the players lose.” Eugene explained. “Since you're new to this, we'll use candy in place of gold coins. You can bet whatever you want.” Eugene dumped out a bag of candies which the group quickly measured into 3 equal piles.

“Okay.” Varian had memorized the rules already and was working out a system. If he assigned all the cards from 2-6 with +1, 7-9 with 0, and 10-ace with -1, he could keep a running count of the cards played. And if he divided that total by the number of decks in play (4) he'd know the true count. A high total meant there were plenty of face cards left to draw and the advantage was to the player. A low total meant there were fewer remaining face cards and the advantage was to the dealer.

“Here we go. I'm dealer.” Lance dealt the cards. He had one face up card, the 5 of hearts and one face down card, to make the players have to guess at his total. Eugene showed 17 (7 of spades and king of clubs) and Varian 14 (6 of clubs, 8 of spades.) Lance looked at his hidden card (a queen of clubs).

“Are you betting?” Eugene asked.

“Yes.” Varian nodded the running count was +1 (from the 5, 6, and King played). It wasn't truly in his favor yet, but betting on the first round would help him get the feel for how the others played. Varian slid a candy into the center of the table.

“Wanna bet, Eugene?” Lance turned to his friend.

“I'm in too.” Eugene slid two candies into the center.

“Will you hit?” Lance asked Varian.

Varian nodded. “Yeah.” He got another card, a 5 of diamonds, making his score 19.

“How bout you, Eugene?” Lance asked.

“I’ll hit too. Gotta show the kid the ropes.” Eugene professed. He was handed a 3 of clubs. At 20, Eugene was winning.

“You can still hit kid, but you might go bust.” Lance warned.

“I'll stay.” Varian decided, hoping the dealer would bust.

“I'm staying too.” Eugene announced.

“Okay, now I reveal my cards.” Lance showed that he had a 15 total. “Less than 17 so dealer hits.” He drew a 6 of diamonds and totaled 21. “As I expected, the dealer wins.” Lance said smugly.

“I want to play again.” Varian may have lost, but he saw possibilities for how he might win in later rounds. Lance nodded and dealt a 2nd round of cards. They played peacefully for 10 rounds, before Varian started frowning.

“Something wrong, little man? Jealous of my winnings, perhaps?” Lance laughed.

Varian scowled. “Jealous of your cheating, maybe. There's only supposed to be 4 queens of clubs, and you've played 5!” he accused.

“I-I don't know what you're talking about.” Lance bluffed.

“Ruddiger thinks otherwise. Show him, boy.” Varian pointed his raccoon at Lance, and Ruddiger immediately jumped on top of him.

“Hey now, stop it.” Lance tried to get rid of the raccoon, but Ruddiger merely dug his little paws in and continued to climb. He got to Lance's left sleeve and sniffed suspiciously.

“Don't touch, you're gonna tear it!” Lance bellowed. Ruddiger pawed at the sleeve, dislodging 3 queens and 4 aces that Lance had hidden up his sleeves.

“I knew it. I knew you were cheating when the queen showed up twice in my count!” Varian said righteously.

“Lance, I am so disappointed in-- wait, what do you mean by count, Varian?” Eugene was dismayed.

“I keep a running count of all the cards that have been played.” Varian answered, and began explaining his system. Lance was snickering, but Eugene looked upset.

“You're not supposed to count cards! It ruins the game if you can predict what's coming next, instead of guessing and relying on luck.” Eugene pointed out.

“But it's not breaking the rules, is it?” Varian persisted.

“...Not technically, but if another dealer found out about your system, I guarantee you'd be thrown out of the game. You can still play with us, but if you're gonna count cards, you can't bet.” Eugene compromised.

“Tough going, Varian. Looks like I'll be the one with the most candies.” Lance reached down to eat one, and got his hand slapped by Eugene.

“I haven't forgotten about you! Cards up your sleeve, how could you? And I bet this isn't the first time you've cheated, either!” Eugene fumed.

“Well, at least you'd win one bet.” Lance tried to defuse the situation with humor but Eugene wasn't having it.

“Both of you are spoiling what should have been a fun game! I'm done here.” Eugene brushed aside the remaining cards down on the table, then scooped up all the candies. “As the only one here who played properly, the candies are mine.” Eugene declared.

“Well that hardly seems fair. Nobody told me math wasn't allowed.” Varian grumbled.

“And I've been playing this way for years. It didn't bother him when he didn't know about the hidden cards.” Lance added.

“...That was kinda neat. If I hadn't been counting, I never would have suspected you'd hidden cards somewhere. Could you maybe teach me how to put cards in my sleeves?” Varian asked.

“Only if you teach me that counting system. I don't understand it, but it sure got Eugene worked up!” Lance said.

“It's a deal.” Varian stuck out his hand, and Lance shook it, making a few more cards fall to the floor. Eugene sighed, but he knew when he was beaten. It would take awhile for him to trust Lance and Varian enough to play cards again, and even then there wouldn't be any betting allowed.

The End

For some reason, I really like that Lance and Varian have learned completely the wrong lesson from all of this. Poor Eugene, stuck being the only 'honest' one.

#tangled the series #tts #tts varian #tangled varian #varian #tts eugene #tangled eugene #eugene #Eugene Fitzherbert #team awesome #tts lance #tangled lance #lance #lance strongbow #fanfiction #fanfic #my fiction

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whitecatindisguise · 4 years

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Ok, I felt compelled to prompt this, b/c the art made me cry. I might regret this, but Varian trapped in amber and Hugo being a desperate boi.🥺

Oooooh! This one is a good prompt alright. And I know exactly which art you’re talking about ;)

Anyway, let’s do this.

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“Hairstripe, please.” Hugo was growing desperate.

Ever since he came back from the Expo, saying the Princess tasked him with figuring out those black rocks, the younger alchemist was focused solely on that. He was neglecting sleep, forgetting to eat and drink. If it wasn’t for both Hugo and Ruddiger’s efforts, he would cease to do it completely, working himself to death.

“No, Hugo. I am so close to figuring it out, I know it!” Varian argued, mixing yet another chemical in the beaker.

“I want to get rid of those rocks as much as you do, but this is getting ridiculous!” Hugo tried to reason, throwing his hands out. “You’re going to get sick at this point. And wasn’t it you who told me to get some rest if I can’t figure something out?”

“Hugh, the Princess asked me specifically to find a way to destroy those black rocks.” Varian replied, placing the beaker over the fire and watching it boil. “And I just know this one will get some kind of reaction.”

Hugo sighed in resignation. He knew Varian ever since they were kids. He was so stubborn there was no way to persuade him if he got an idea. He leaned over one of the rocks and looked at his childhood friend.

“Just promise you’ll get some rest afterwards.” He asked and Varian hummed in response.

The younger alchemist turned around, beaker in his hand, and approached the cluster of rocks that, conveniently, sprouted in his lab. All the easier to experiment on them without going outside.

“Okay, are you ready?” The raven-haired teen asked and Hugo chuckled at how excited he sounded. He motioned for his friend to continue and they both stared as Varian carefully tipped the beaker, pouring a single drop onto the cluster.

Suddenly the whole building shook and, startled, Varian poured almost half of the compound on the rocks.

“What was that?!” Hugo cried, trying to stabilise himself. The younger alchemist ran to the window and looked outside.

“Uh, another rocks just sprouted. It looks like they destroyed Mrs. Galway’s barn.” He explained before turning around, his face suddenly paling. “Hugo, watch out!”

Before the blond could react, Varian barrelled into him and he was sent flying, away from the black rocks. He groaned, as his back hit the workbench and massaged the hurt spot.

“Hairstripe, what in the-!” Words died in his throat at the sight before him.

From the black rock cluster he was leaning on just moments ago, gold substance, seemingly reminding of amber was growing. What was even more terrifying, Varian’s arm was stuck in it, the boy struggling restlessly to free himself.

“Varian!” He cried and rushed to his friend, only to be stopped by his warning shouts.

“Don’t come closer! We’ll both get stuck!” Varian cried, tugging on his arm but to no avail. Hugo’s eyes were darting between the growing amber and the workbench.

“Wha- How- I... I’m gonna get Quirin!” The teen suddenly decided and bolted out of the lab, not paying attention to Varian’s shouts to leave his dad out of it.

He shot out of the main door and looked around frantically. Quirin was nowhere to be seen so he ran towards the main square, hoping to find the man there. He spotted him almost instantly, talking to one of the villagers.

“QUIRIN!!” He shouted, running up to the man, who turned to him in puzzlement.

“Hugo? What’s going on?” He asked, noticing the hurry the teen was in. “Did something happen?”

“Varian! He’s- You have to go with me!” Hugo tried explaining, desperation in his voice.

Quirin didn’t question, noticing the way the blond was acting. He just hoped his son wasn’t too much hurt. The boy was a trouble magnet.

They ran back to the house and down the stairs to the lab.

“Quickly, maybe we still can-!” Hugo pushed the door open and froze, staring at the sight in the middle of the room.

“Hugo, what’s going- VARIAN!” Quirin pushed the teen away and ran inside, arms reaching forward.

The black rocks cluster was no more. In its place rose a gold amber structure, rising to the roof. And inside, smiling calmly, was Varian.

Hugo stood frozen, staring at the golden prison. Why? Why? Why? Why didn’t Varian listen to him? Why did he have to use the whole beaker, when he could use a pipette? Why couldn’t Hugo get to him faster? Why was Varian smiling???

He was half-aware of Quirin punching at the amber, screaming Varian’s name, desperately trying to free his son. He numbly watched as the man grabbed one tool after another, all of them breaking on the structure, not leaving even a single scratch on the surface. If only the Princess didn’t ask him-

The Princess! The Princess was connected to the rocks. The Princess always had a way to fix things! The Princess has to free Varian!

Without a second though, Hugo turned on his heel and bolted out of the door, only stopping to grab his winter coat before running outside. He had to get to the castle! He had to get Rapunzel come back with him! She had to help them!

The road was hard, with snowstorm coming and becoming more fierce as the time passed. But Hugo didn’t stop, didn’t waver. Varian’s life depended on him getting to the castle and getting Rapunzel. He couldn’t back down. Not now!

Breathing heavily, he finally managed to get to the capital and ran up to the castle door. He threw them open, running and crying for Rapunzel. The guards ran after him but he didn’t mind them. He had to find Rapunzel.

He saw her exit one of the rooms, dressed in pink snow coat. He ran up to her and grabbed her shoulders fiercely.

“Rapunzel! You have to go with me! Varian- He’s- I need your help!” He cried, the woman looking up at him with a mixture of confusion and fear.

“Hugo, I...” She looked back into the room she walked out of for a moment before looking back at him. “I can’t go with you now. I’m sorry.”

“No, no! You don’t understand!” He cried desperately. “I can’t lose him! Why don’t you get that I CAN’T LOSE HIM!! I know you can fix this!!”

“Hugo, I’m sorry, but-” She tried again and then he felt the guards grabbing him by the arms and drag him away.

“No, Rapunzel! You have to go with me! You have to fix this! I can’t lose him!” He shouted as the guards pulled him away and through the door, closing them shut as soon as he found himself outside. He ran back up and pounded on the door, shouting and crying for Rapunzel.

He didn’t know how long he stayed there, shouting and crying. He didn’t remember the way back home. He remembered, however, finding Quirin crying under his son’s amber prison. He remembered Ruddiger’s pained whining as he clawed at the cluster.

And most vividly, he remembered whose fault it was in the first place. He clenched his fist in anger, tears falling from his eyes. She will pay for turning her backs on them. She will pay for ever asking Varian to study those rocks. And most of all, she will pay for hurting his brother!

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Ooookay, this one is definitely shorter than my usual oneshots but it seemed a good place to stop. I really like Amber!Varian idea and I truly enjoyed writing this story. Thank you for this opportunity :)

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alkae · 4 years

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They Were Roommates

Chapter Two

There was a small cafe in the middle of campus that everyone flocked to like a murder of crows. One could be expected to find it full and bustling every day of the week. And of course, that’s where Hugo decided to take Varian as recompense.

Hugo was wearing his jacket again and Varian kept catching a whiff of espresso everytime the wind changed direction. He shouldn’t judge, though. Despite all the scrubbing he did in the bathroom, there was just a hint of coffee on him that he could smell whenever he sat down. He cringed as he took a seat with Hugo at a table near the window. What did they put in that coffee that made the scent so strong? And permanent?

Hugo must’ve caught onto his thoughts because he smirked. Varian was starting to hate that stupid smirk. “I get coffee every morning,” he said with no preamble. Varian felt a sigh building up in his chest. “Same place, same order. The workers know my name and my face.” He winks. “Makes me a shoe-in for dates.”

Varian released the sigh. “You get a lot of those?”

His roommate looked at him, face serious. “Isn’t that what this is?”

Varian threw a straw wrapper at him. Hugo laughed.

“Okay, okay, Hairstripe. We’ll get there eventually.”

“Sure sure,” Varian said offhandedly. “Is the food ready?”

Hugo leaned back in his chair. “We just ordered. Calm yourself.”

How could he? He was starving. Hugo had his coffee, Varian had his ham sandwiches.

“So.” Hugo put his hands palm down on the table, slamming it just enough for it to make noise. “You’re my roomie.”

Varian crossed his arms. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Tell me about yourself.”

“What is this, a job interview?”

That smirk was back. Varian refused to let it affect him. “Humor me, Ruddiger.”

Varian rolled his eyes yet a small smile creeped on his lips. He told Hugo about his dad, a good, hardworking farmer and war veteran who was admittedly surprised when Varian got a scholarship to CU. He told Hugo about Ruddiger (he wasn’t good at names when he was 10), his small gray terrier who he loved more than anything in the world.

Hugo in turn told him about his pet mouse Olivia (“Interesting pet and name choice,” Varian had remarked. Hugo gave him a shut up look) and how he wanted to go to CU because of his mother. “What major was she?” Varian asked.

Hugo shrugged. “Marketing or something. I don’t know.” And that was that.

Soon, the food arrived and Varian’s mind blanked. He snarfed down his food as Hugo watched in amusement. “How can you eat so much,” he mused, “yet still be so small?”

Instead of responding with words, Varian simply shoved a sandwich in his mouth and flipped him off. Hugo laughed loudly. “I like you, Hairstripe.”

“Varian,” Varian said around a mouthful of food.

Hugo ignored him. “So, look, we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together. I mean, we’re roommates, right?”

A thought popped into Varian’s mind as he swallowed. “You’re right. Therefore, I’ll lay down ground rules.”

“Therefore?” Hugo asked. “How old are you?”

Varian plowed forward, using the hand not clutching his napkin to tick off his fingers. “No bringing anyone to our room on a school night. If you do bring someone, tell me so I can be prepared to leave the room. Also, I don’t want you walking into our room drunk on school nights either. I don’t want to deal with vomit or hangovers.”

Hugo rolled his eyes. “Okay Dad.” He slouched in his seat and took a bite of his sandwich. Turkey and cheese. On a lower tier than ham and cheese but still up there. “I’m guessing that means no fun either? Your way or the highway?”

Varian huffed. “No. On weekends, I could care less about what you do. But it’s not just your space. It’s ours. If we have to share a room for a year, we need to learn how to share.”

“Fair point,” Hugo said. “But question: you’re fine with me wandering into our room late at night on Saturday drunk and then vomiting on our floor?”

A feeling of unease settled onto Varian. “That sounds too specific.” His eyes narrowed. “What did you do?”

Hugo took a sip of his drink and stared out the window. Varian put his head in his hands. He did notice a stain but figured that it had always been there and he just didn’t notice. However, he gave Hugo credit for being able to sufficiently cover up his mess. “You’re exhausting,” Varian said into his hands, “and I’ve only known you for an hour.”

“It’s a gift.” Hugo set his drink down, leveling Varian with a serious face. Varian couldn’t tell if he was trying to be serious or not. “If you’re laying down ground rules, I’m joining in on this party. No staying up all night studying.”

Varian gasped, offended. “I do not stay up all night studying.” He paused. The memory of him downing 2 5 hour energy drinks and 3 cups of coffee resurfaced in his mind. But that was senior year of high school. “And even if I did, it’s for a good cause.”

“Hairstripe,” Hugo drawled, “all that studying will go to waste if you’re tired to function the next morning and you can hardly even see the test in front of you.”

Varian could feel himself pout. Dammit, he was right. “Fine. I’ll stay up until 1 then.”

“12.”

“12:30.”

“Deal.” Hugo stuck his hand out to Varian and he reluctantly took it. Hugo’s hands were surprisingly soft and Varian jerked his hand back quickly. Hugo raised a brow but said nothing. He picked his drink back up and took a sip. “Look at us, working through our problems like good roomies.”

Varian took the other half of his sandwich and munched on it. “Don’t call us roomies.”

“What else should I call us? Dorm buddies? Cell mates?” From the top of his cup, Hugo smirked at him. “Boyfriends?”

Varian threw a crumb at Hugo. “In your dreams.”

Hugo just chuckled into his cup. “You know what they say, Hairstripe. Dream big.”

Varian shook his head at him and took another bite of his sandwich. Soon, the two were on their way back to their dorms to get their stuff for their next class. Varian was fiddling with his shirt as Hugo slouched at his side, hands in his pockets. Out of the corner of his eye, Varian examined him. He couldn’t figure him out. Was he a nerd or a douche? A genius or a dumbass?

A cool flirt or a desperate freak?

He used to pride himself on being able to read people. He could tell someone’s personality just by being around them for a few hours. This led to others asking why he didn’t have more friends. He responded with, “I understand people but I don’t always enjoy being around them.” That got them to shut up and go away.

But with Hugo, Varian couldn’t piece him together. He was a bundle of contradictions and that frustrated Varian to no end. He seemed serious about college yet he was out partying on school nights. He seemed chivalrous when he gave Varian his coat but he also made fun of Varian’s height. Varian couldn’t tell who he was or what he wanted. He was determined to figure it out.

They stopped in front of their dorm room door and Hugo turned to Varian. “You know,” he said slowly, instantly making Varian suspicious, “despite all of our quarreling, I did enjoy our little date.”

For some ridiculous reason, Varian felt himself start to warm. “It wasn’t a date,” Varian said at once. “It was recompense.”

“Sure sure,” Hugo said flippantly. “Does that mean there’s no chance we can do it again?”

Varian took his key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He pushed his way in and started gathering his books. Hugo watched him, leaning against his desk. “Is that a no, Ruddiger?”

He couldn’t believe he was even slightly agreeing with Hugo but he did kind of enjoy having lunch with him. He slid his textbook into his bag and turned. “I’ll consider it,” he said. He tried sounding cool but he probably just sounded anxious.

Hugo’s face broke into a grin. “I’ll count that as a yes.” He pointed at Varian, who shifted uncomfortably. “I’ll win you over yet, Hairstripe.”

Varian huffed a laugh. “Don’t get cocky, McCoy. You’re still annoying.” With that, Varian marched out of the room and he prayed that he seemed cool instead of rude. But as he walked to his inorganic chemistry class, he couldn’t help the smile that broke out on his face and consumed him. Fuck.

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luescris · 6 years

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La Villain Cafe- Part Two

Here’s the next part ya guys!! :D Hope you all enjoy this one as much as you did the last one!!

Varian didn’t want to go back.

It was only one day, for only a few short moments, and he didn’t want to go back. For vey good reasons: One was because he would just know that anybody else who visited that coffee shop would give him awkward stares and whisper about him behind his back. Two, because being around so many adults (And he knew there was gonna be some pretty big baddies floating around) made him feel oddly small and vulnerable. The last reason, was because that place was filled with villains, and hanging about them gave him a sick, cold feeling inside himself. He knew what people in his world thought about him, but he would never imagine them to go so low as to throw him into a place like that.

His mind was still fogged about what that Doctor guy had said as well. “It’s where I live in my world.” What was that supposed to mean? Varian thought he was in Corona still, not in a different world. He wasn’t even sure he’d believe other worlds than his own actually existed.

Unfortunately, his protests didn’t stop the guards who took him the next day at the same time as before. The strange thing was, though, they seemed like they weren’t Corona guards, even if they had on official uniforms. They had shove him a card, told him to keep it with him, and dragged him out of his cell. As bewildered as he was about it all, he just decided to go with the flow. His stubbornness didn’t allow him to open his mouth and ask any questions, didn’t let him care where he was being led and ignored all his burning questions.

But then he learned what the shop was served for, and after the events of his first visit, he wanted nothing to do with it. But the thing was, he had no motivation to fight back anymore, so he went along with the guards, scouring and glaring at the floor.

The front of the shop looked like an old and rickety run-down sort of place, with the windows smashed and all. Something you would expect from a place for a villain hang out area. But inside, was that cozy and warm atmosphere every cafe should have, nothing broken or cracked, windows looking as new as ever. And that’s what Varian found so mind boggling about it.

And he found it even more so when he arrived once again, the two guards standing where they had before. Varian hesitated even longer than yesterday to open the door, his unwillingness holding him back. The questions from last time burned in him like a fire, stronger than before, and he tried holding it in, but it didn’t do any good.

Varian finally gave in, and glared over at the two guards, his curiosity finally getting the best of him. “Okay, who the heck are you. What the heck is this place and why in the world am I coming here?”

The guards blinked at him in astonishment for a few seconds, then the one on the right grinned. “Well, it’s about time you spoke up. We were starting to think you lost your voice or something.”

Varian narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. “Yeah, and this is probably the only time I’ll ever speak again. So answers.”

The guard on the left stepped up. “We figured you had questions. But you know, we can’t tell you everything. Just the things you need to know. Like, you don’t need to know who we are. Not yet at least.”

“But we can tell you why you’re coming here,” The other guard said. “And it’s not for the reason you think it is. Maybe everyone else thinks you’re like them, but trust me when I say there’s a purpose for you visiting. Besides letting you get some space from your own cell.” Then he frowned. “Just.. Don’t take any ideas they give you. Not the bad ones. They may seem good to you as of now, but there will be serious consequences.”

“.. And what about what this place is?” Varian asked, his hostility dropping slightly. “Why does it look so broken on the outside, but not in the inside?”

“This coffee shop, as you may know, is known as La Villain Cafe,” The guard explained. “And as you may also know, it is not like any other ordinary shop. When you step through that door, it may seem like you’re entering a shop, but really it’s a disguised portal that’s connected to worlds anywhere and everywhere. There is no limit to who can enter, as long as you’re an authorized villain from who you came from. Anybody else sees its disguise, and only that. As it was built to do. The only problem is, no one knows who created it, but it took some time to figure out what it was supposed to be used for. Since then, villains from dimensions and worlds beyond your wildest dreams have been entering and using it as their one and only sanctuary from outside.”

Varians’ head was reeling. “... So… So all those other guys aren’t from..?”

The guard on his right shook his head.

Varian looked back at the door and blinked at it. “... Does the king know where I’m going?”

“Sort of,” The guard on the left shrugged. “He doesn’t like us taking you, but in all honesty, it’s not really his call, as far as we’re concerned.”

Varian looked back at him with astonishment at his words. Did he really just say that out loud? “T-then who’s-?”

“Not any of your concern yet,” The other said with a friendly smile. “You just go on in now. We’ll wait for you here, as protocol.”

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Varian held his head in his hands, staring down at the wooden table beneath him with blurred vision, mind swimming with all the information he had been told. All of it seemed so.. Impossible. But when he walked through the door, he had felt a sort of chilling tingle go through his entire body, which was definitely something he didn’t feel last time he had entered. He ignored all the confused sideways glances the other… Apparent villains had been giving him. He could definitely tell that they were not from Corona at all. One of them had a large mustache, as well as a large stomach that looked egg-shaped, but his legs were long and skinny. Varian wasn’t sure how it was even possible he was able to walk. Some of them weren’t even human. It went against everything he believed.

He didn’t see that doctor or the man with firey hair there, which was sort of a relief, because they were really annoying, and where the ones that had made Varian explode like he did. He didn’t want to do that again, especially since there was a lot more of them now. And most of their eyes were boreing into the side of Varians’ head, which made it very awkward.

At least until a figure moved in front of his face again, and he looked up to see that the woman behind the counter had walked up to him, with a kind smile almost like a mother’s. “Hello young man,” She said. “Would you care for anything to drink or eat?”

Varian blinked. “... I uh.. Don’t have any money.”

“Oh, you don’t need money to pay!” The woman laughed. “Just use your Coffee Card. No charges will be pressed.”

Varian pulled out his card from the front of his apron, looking at the plastic. On it had his name, where he’s from, and a space for.. Something he wasn’t sure about. He stared at it for a few more seconds, then sighed. “Yeah.. I suppose I could go for something.”

“What would it be?” The woman asked, taking out a pen and paper. “The menu is right on the table.”

Varian looked down, suddenly noticing what was in front of him. It definitely wasn’t there before. The front showed of a laughing red mouth and eyes, with a clawed hand levitating a coffee cup in a black backdrop. After staring at it for a second or two with weariness, he opened it slowly, skimmed through all the options for a few seconds, then shook his head and placed it down. “Just get me whatever regular coffee you have. And maybe a croissant.”

The woman nodded, though there was a worried frown on her lips, and when she closed her small notebook, she asked, “You seem a little stressed young one. Is everything alright?”

Varian looked back up at her, and was about to snap at her.. But there was actual concern on her face, and Varian couldn’t seem to bring himself to do it. So he crossed his arms on the table, laying his head on them and grumbled, “Sure. I just found out there’s a such thing as magical doorways and other worlds other than my own, which goes against all science and logic in my head. I’m starting to think science is a lie instead…”

“Oh, yes it’s all very confusing at first,” The woman nodded sympathetically. “But La Villain Cafe will eventually grow on you, I guarantee.” She smiled again. “Your order will come soon, Varian.” She looked behind her at the other villains who stared. “As for everyone else who has ordered already, you are to leave this boy alone, and do not ask him any questions until he is ready! Or you will be kicked out! So focus on your own business!”

All heads turned away from her, though some with grumbling and complaints. The woman nodded with satisfaction, gave Varian another smile, and left.

Varian watched her leave with confusement. Did she really just.. Stick up for me?

#tts #tangled the series #varian tangled #crossover #cafe #villains #medusa #tangled varian #if any of you got the reference of that villain i will love you forever

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