Rapunzel | [Prince Stefan X Reader] ✓

seven

i went kinda overboard with this chapter...EEEEEEEEH , you'll see !

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(Y/N) and Penelope stood before the weathered facade of an abandoned building near the castle garden, its wooden door worn to a soft grey, like the stones on a riverbed. The once-vibrant paint had long since faded, leaving only whispers of its former bright hue. Vines crawled up the walls, as if attempting to reclaim the structure for nature.

"How are we going to get back in time?" (Y/N) asked, the sensitive skin in-between her brow furrowed in concern. But then, her eyes sparkled like polished (Y/E/C) gemstones as she dipped into the pocket of her pink dress and produced the slender silver paintbrush.

(Y/N) and Penelope exchanged a knowing glance, their faces mirroring each other's excitement. "Paintbrush!" they chimed in unison, like two strings plucked on the same harp.

With the brush poised in her hand, (Y/N) began to weave white magic onto the door. Her deliberate strokes danced across the wood, as if the bristles were infused with starlight. The black tower of her home began to take shape, its turrets reaching toward the sky like skeletal fingers.

As she painted, the colours seemed to pulse with an inner light, transforming the dull door into a window to another world. The air around them vibrated with anticipation, the very atmosphere charged with the promise of escape.

"Done," she whispered, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "I'll come back and clean it up later." She took a deep breath, her eyes locked on the painting. "I hope this works."

With a shared nod, (Y/N) stepped through the painting first, her form dissolving into the colours as if absorbed by the very artwork itself. Penelope followed, her scales glinting like purple jewels in the fading light.

As they vanished, the door creaked open, its hinges groaning softly, as if awakened from a long slumber. (Y/N) and Penelope reappeared, this time next to her wardrobe, which they used to conceal the magical painting.

The door swung shut, its wooden surface once again bland and unremarkable. Yet, to those who knew where to look, the faintest hint of magic lingered, a whispered promise of secrets hidden just beyond the threshold. Gothel's eerie voice drifted through the tower window, her tone dripping with malice as she rode Hugo, his wings beating lazily in the evening air. The sun's last rays cast a golden glow on the landscape, but Gothel's presence seemed to darken the very atmosphere. "So, Hugo, your daughter is with (Y/N), once again!" she spat, her words venomous.

(Y/N)'s defensive stance was immediate, her eyes flashing like emeralds in the fading light. She stood tall, her braided hair cascading beautifully down her back. "Penelope isn't doing anything wrong!" she protested, her voice firm.

Gothel's laughter was a cold, mirthless sound, like the rattling of dry leaves. "I guess a foolish, scared little dragon is much to worry about!" Hugo's scowl deepened, his eyes burning with discontent, while Penelope's face crumpled, her scales dulling with sadness. Her tiny claws clenched into fists, as if willing herself to be stronger. Gothel's gaze snapped back to (Y/N), her eyes narrowing. "So, (Y/N), I assume your memory is improved. Are you ready to tell me who you met?" The air seemed to vibrate with tension, the very silence thick with unspoken threats.

(Y/N)'s jaw set in determination, her voice unwavering. "But I'm telling you, I don't know." Her hands clenched at her sides, her fingers intertwined like the branches of a sturdy tree.

Gothel's expression twisted in disgust, her lips curling. "Oh, fine! Rot here for all I care." She turned to Hugo, her voice dripping with malice. "You watch this daughter of yours. She's a little too friendly for my taste." Hugo's gravelly voice replied, "Yes, mistress," the resignation in his tone a testament to his helplessness.