A/N I was checking out a meme on livejournal, and someone had asked for a story that was Sean/Alex, but based on the movie Tangled. They wanted Erik to be the father, Sean to be rapunzel, and Alex to be Flynn Rider, so here we go! :) Let me know what you think!

"Sean!" Erik shouted for his nephew, though as far as Sean knew, he was Erik's son, to let him in.

"Hold on!" Sean set the book that he was reading down and went to the window, tossing a rope ladder from the window. "There!" He sighed. He was 19 years old now, and he was starting to get sick of this sort of experience. He had been trapped in this fucking tower for his whole life, and he was starting to become concerned. Erik had kept him sheltered from everything for his entire life, and when he was young, even when he was 17, he had appreciated that, but as he turned 18 and then 19, he began to wonder why he was still trapped up here.

"What's with the attitude?" Erik asked as he climbed in the window, frowning at his charge.

"I'm tired of being stuck up here." Sean sighed. "I just want to go check out the lanterns, my birthday's coming up, I'm almost 20 years old and I've been stuck in this tower for my whole life!"

"Sean!" Erik frowned, gently pushing the boy into a corner. "We've talked about this! There are no lanterns, they're just stars and you can see them just fine from here. When you were just a baby, someone tried to kidnap you, to steal you from me!" Erik had told Sean this story so many times to scare him, to keep him obedient, never once letting it slip that it was him who had stolen Sean from his crib, taking the boy away for the healing powers his voice had. Erik had been sick for years, but with Sean around, he was safe, immortal, even.

"I know." Sean sighed. "But I'm almost 20, don't you think I can take care of myself?"

"Fine," Erik snapped. "If you think you can take such good care of yourself, take me. If you can beat me in a wrestling match, you can go to see the lanterns on your birthday."

"Yes!" Sean grinned, instantly beginning to push the furniture out of the way so that they could wrestle. They started off, and Sean was doing well at first, but within a few minutes, Erik had him pinned to the ground.

"You see?" Erik stood up, brushing his hands off. "You're not ready, you're not even close."

"Fuck." Sean sighed, pulling himself up off of the floor and running to his room. He curled up in his bed, pulling his knees to his chest. He was so sick of being stuck up here, sick of not seeing anyone but Erik and most of all, sick of knowing that his father had to be lying to him.

"Sean?" A few hours later, Erik knocked on the door once before letting it in. "Sean…look, I'm sorry." He sat down on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Sean's red hair. "I just want you to be safe, okay? I just want you to be okay, and I know that the real world is a cruel place, I don't want you to get hurt out there." Erik bit his lip. "I want you to have a good birthday, I just don't want to see anything bad happen to you."

"Fine." Sean turned away from his father. "Look…if…there is one thing you can do for me for my birthday. Remember when I was 14 and you brought me that amazing bread? I guess…I'd like to have that again."

"But Sean, that's 3 days there and back…"

"I'll be fine by my own for 3 days." Sean looked up at him. "Please?"

"Oh alright." Erik smiled. "But only because I can't bear to see you upset."

"Thank you." Sean faked a smile. Every time Erik spoke to him, Sean became less and less sure that the man had his best interests at heart.

"I'll go now so that I'm back shortly after your birthday." Erik kissed Sean on the forehead before getting up, but Sean didn't move, he just lay on the bed, waiting for Erik to be gone. Once he was sure his father was gone, he silently moved all of the furniture back into place. This was his life, and if he wasn't going to get out of it, he might as well deal with it. He pulled back the tapestry that covered the wall and began to paint. He wasn't very good, but this was how he passed the time. He closed his eyes, letting the brush go wherever it wanted to, not caring anymore – after all, it was hard to care about a life like this.

A/N I hope that you enjoyed this! More soon!