Hello folks :)

I am in love with this film. I found it on the internet and watched it nine times . . . it came out here in England on Friday so I went to see it today, which makes my viewing total ten (: This is the first Disney Princess film I've ever really loved and identified with (I do not have 70 feet of hair, I'm not locked in a tower by an evil woman, nor am I a thief, but you get what I mean :P)

So to commemorate my amazing love for this film I've decided to jump on the bandwagon and do my own series of 100 Drabbes/Oneshots from prompts. The prompts were ones from a Harry Potter challenge I remember starting but never finishing or posting. I'm not sure where I got the prompts from, but if you do happen to know, tell me!

I hope you enjoy this story, because I'm certainly going to enjoy writing one hundred oneshots/drabbles! (They'll mainly be oneshots. I don't really like writing drabbles).

"Mother knows best, take it from your Mummy . . ."

Prompt - Competition.

'Introducing Crown Princess Rapunzel of Corona, and her – her, erm, escort, Flynn Rider!'

The latter, a former thief, looked out of his depth in the mass of finely dressed, gem covered nobility. His companion, a brunette with delightfully endearing features, didn't seem much more comfortable herself, but she, at least, appeared to be much more eager than the ex-thief.

Normally, said ex-thief, Eugene Fitzherbert, would have put more effort into trying to seem interested. However, it was hard when he could see the true meaning behind the throwing of this ball – the King and Queen wanted to find their daughter a suitor. A royal suitor, or at least a noble. They had been tolerant of Eugene for the two months they had been there, even kind enough to pardon him for countless crimes, but he knew that their motives had softened because of their newly returned daughter – they were hardly going to send away Rapunzel's rescuer, were they?

But they just didn't get it, he thought stubbornly. The King and Queen didn't see that he and Rapunzel were . . . well . . . together. His position in this kingdom was temperamental enough – he wasn't going to force them to see reason. So if they could just realise it on their own anytime soon . . .

'What's wrong with you tonight?' said Rapunzel as they – well, mainly her – danced. 'You've been acting strange ever since the ball started.' She wrinkled a nose in a way which he could hardly deny was adorable. 'Is it because they introduced you as Flynn Rider? Because I'm sure it was a mistake.'

Eugene didn't have the nerve to tell her that the pompous prat who had introduced them had been giving him snide looks all night. He had barely opened his mouth to tell her that he was fine, or maybe to tell her that the Princes standing by the wall opposite were playing with fire with the looks they were currently giving her, when some lanky, greasy excuse for a Prince tapped Rapunzel on the shoulder.

'Excuse me, Princess Rapunzel, but you simply must allow me to introduce myself.' Eugene was quick to register that his voice was too high, too nasal. 'My name is Prince Phillip of Karlingont. I was wondering if you would be so kind as to indulge me in a dance?'

Eugene snorted, earning himself a highly judgmental and patronising look from Prince Phillip, who had completely disregarded him until that moment. Rapunzel was as polite as ever, though, and threw Eugene one of those looks that seemed to enhance some kind of persuasive power in her already captivating eyes.

'I'm sure that will be fine – right, Eugene?'

He didn't even try to hide his dislike for Phillip of Karlingont and the other Princes as he retired himself to a rather dark and gloomy corner of the room.

'"Would you be so kind as to indulge me in a dance?"' he mocked, leaning back against the wall, eyes not leaving Rapunzel and Phillip of Pansy-Town, or wherever he came from. 'Poetic – what the -?'

He jumped as Pascal seemed to appear from no-where and leap onto his chest, already making for his ear. Eugene grabbed him by the tail, eyeing him dangerously. 'You have got to stop doing this! Get off, get off!' The chameleon had found its way onto his shoulder now, plonking himself down with a triumphant hum. Several guests were watching Eugene most curiously – he understood why. They obviously thought he was insane, talking to what could only be described as a frog with an ear fetish.

His eyes soon met the sight of Rapunzel and Prince Phill-pott, dancing most stiffly across the room. Rapunzel was so happy to talk to anyone – he supposed it really did have to do with the years spent mainly alone with a chameleon – it was hard to tell whether she was actually enjoying her partner's company. Eugene highly doubted that anybody could, though. He saw the Prince's mouth move, eyebrows twitching precariously, and Rapunzel gave a nervous laugh.

The Flynn Rider smirk emerged easily.

But then . . . wait – who was that nearing them now? Eugene heard him introduce himself – Lord Kenneth of Dunkenderd. He snickered slightly as Prince Phillip left dejected, joining the growing group of potential suitors.

Now Flynn Rider would not have classified himself as a jealous man. Eugene Fitzherbert on the other hand was currently being possessed by a certain green eyed monster that wanted to claim him as its own . . . but no. This was Rapunzel's night. Hey, maybe she wanted a suitor with a title? God knows she could easily have managed to . . . plots and ideas ran stampeded his brain and he had to divert his eyes as yet another man approached Rapunzel.

Pascal made a buzzing noise from his shoulder. Eugene jumped again – he had been concentrating so much on Rapunzel and her suitors that he had forgotten all about him. At the smug look on the chameleon's face, he had to say something.

'I am not jealous!' he insisted, although his raging stomach told him otherwise. 'No. I'm not. I'm Flynn Rider. Flynn Rider does not get jealous. I mean, look . . . I have everything, I'm –' Pascal croaked in a way that Eugene found far too insightful. 'I'm so . . . worried. Oh, for God's sake. Look. Another one. I'm not jealous, no, I am worried about her wellbeing – physically and mentally. I mean, all this attention, it could – it could –'

He knew he wasn't making much sense, and obviously Pascal did too judging by the way he perched himself on his head. Eugene attempted to flick him off, but he just landed back on his shoulder. Groaning, he turned on the spot, hoping to find something to distract him but Pascal stuck out his tongue and licked his cheek, forcing him to look the other way, back at . . . oh, wonderful. Look – there was the newly-crowned King Harry, also deciding that he was next to dance with Rapunzel. Eugene watched as another fancy-pants joined the group of the rejected. Perhaps he should have joined them.

'I'm going outside.'

Pascal decided to take the leap of faith off of Eugene's shoulder as he made to leave the room, perching himself on a rather expensive looking punch bowl. The price came to mind as he walked past but he pushed it to the back of his mind. I'm not Flynn Rider, I am Eugene . . . not Flynn Rider, ignore it, ignore it . . .

He made it outside, the music vanishing the further he walked. He vented his feelings by aiming a kick at the leg of a bench, but all it resulted in was a stabbing pain in his big toe. But he carried on walking, glaring at the ground as if it had brought the many, many suitors to the ball tonight.

'Eugene?'

It was only by the combination of the light flooding out from the castle doors and the lights from the town that he could see her, but he would have known it was Rapunzel anyway. Her eyes were wide with puzzlement.

'What are you doing out here?'

'How did you know I was even out here?' said Eugene, keeping his voice low. The last thing he needed was some oily suitor finding them out here.

Rapunzel frowned, blatantly bewildered still.

'Pascal.' That was an explanation in itself – that must have been why he had abandoned Eugene. She took a step towards him and he could see that inquisitive look in her eyes, one which was, for lack of words, adorable. 'I don't understand. What's wrong?'

'What?' he said defensively, eyebrows raised. 'Nothing's wrong. I'm absolutely fine. I mean, I just love watching Prince Dandy and Lord Swish and the army of other guys watching you, dancing with you . . . I'm fine, like I said, just –'

'Eugene,' she cut in forcefully, that inquisitive look replaced with one of ferocity in a heartbeat. Eugene swallowed in apprehension. 'I just wanted to make friends! That's what this is, that's what my father set this ball up for, so I could make friends!'

'No, he –' Eugene stopped himself. He had no desire to ruin Rapunzel's image of her new parents, not so soon after losing the only one she had ever known.

'What?' said Rapunzel, making Eugene realise he had been silent for a good ten seconds.

'Nothing,' he sighed, glancing around quickly as though expecting the King himself to drop down from a tree. His eyes met the sight of a figure sauntering out through the castle doors, hands on his hips and calling, 'Oh, Princess Rapunzel? Princess? It is my favourite song, and it would be an honour if you would accompany me for a dance!'

Rapunzel threw Eugene a helpless look. He grabbed her hand and pulled her through a nearby bush – one which he had not anticipated to be covered in roses.

'Ow – Eugene –'

'Sorry,' he said quickly, his own arms being scratched as they ducked down out of sight. He could hear Prince Whatever coming closer and glanced down at not-so-Blondie besides him. He had expected her to be annoyed at him, or at least confused, and so was understandably confused when he saw her laughing.

'Princess Rapunzel?' called the voice again. Eugene looked down at Rapunzel. She was trying to stifle her laughter – from where it had come from he had absolutely no idea – with her hand but was failing. The Prince was getting closer and if Rapunzel didn't stop he would find them . . . and Eugene dreaded to think what the King would do to him if he found out he had been hiding in the bushes with his daughter . . .

She was silenced by Eugene's mouth descending on hers in a powerful yet sweet kiss.

The Prince passed them before heading back towards the castle. Rapunzel looked at Eugene, all traces of that ferocity from before gone.

'I know now!' she announced brightly as they straightened up and fought their way back through the roses. Eugene helped her brush the dirt from her sleeve. 'That was why I was laughing.'

'. . . why?' he said cautiously as Rapunzel straightened her dress.

'You,' she said, jabbing a finger to his chest in a teasing manner, 'were jealous of competition.'

She smirked as Eugene went into a series of spluttered excuses. Arms folded, she nodded with a knowing look on her face.

'I – I wasn't – you – I was just –'

'Well you don't need to be,' she continued. 'Because even if these men were suitors, I was just considering them to be friends, so there really isn't any competition.'

Eugene stopped mid-splutter and stared at her. She smiled as if she had achieved some sort of personal victory and, without any kind of warning, kissed him with that same ferocity she had displayed before. His eyes widened and he was stiff with surprise for a minute, then closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss, raising one hand to cup the back of her head. She did this sometimes – displayed sudden intensity and just took charge like this.

They were interrupted by the startled cry of: 'Princess Rapunzel and . . . a commoner?'

Eugene pulled back just in time to catch a glimpse of a podgy Prince slinking back up the steps of the castle, looking over his shoulder at them with a disgraced gaze. Eugene looked back down at Rapunzel, who was blushing a pink that matched her dress.

'I think he might be going to tell the world. But it's just a hunch.'

Rapunzel laughed and grasped his hand rather than his arm, which was what he had been expecting. Surprised by the sudden and rather intimate gesture, Eugene tightly intertwined his fingers with hers. It wasn't fair, really. She deserved a prince . . . not a lowly ex-ruffian who had nothing to his name other than Corona's old most-wanted.

'I don't mind,' she said brightly, obviously completely unaware of Eugene's thoughts. The realisation put that smitten grin on Eugene's face which if Flynn Rider had once sported he would have slapped himself.

'It's like I said, Eugene. There is no competition.'

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