Warning for non-con, child abuse, etc. One-shot for the moment, but I might be inspired to write more.
"My little flower," Mother would always murmur into her hair, tucking her in at night and blowing out the light. "I love you, Rapunzel."
"I love you more," Rapunzel always dutifully piped up, clutching the edges of the blanket tightly and smiling (if a trifle strained) at her mum.
"I love you most," Mother completed, and closed the door. Rapunzel would try to fall asleep as quickly as she could, but it didn't always work. Sometimes she was still awake when the door creaked back open, when the slight weight of her mother dented the bed.
It was always slow, almost sweet, really. Gothel's fingers carefully brushing aside Rapunzel's long hair, gently ensuring it didn't pull or tangle. The way she'd slip Rapunzel's nightgown up, up, up, past her hips and almost to her chin. Mummy's little flower wasn't allowed to wear knickers to bed (they might get dirty, Mother always said, and who was she to argue with her mum?), and so Gothel's hands would inevitably wander between Rapunzel's legs, brushing against the soft, hairless skin until the tips of her fingers dampened.
Rapunzel almost always woke up during this bit, if she wasn't already lying there stiff as a statue. The laxness of her body would evaporate, and she'd lie there, frozen, her eyes scrunched painfully shut, as her mother roved and prodded and caressed, as whatever mysterious liquid that coated Gothel's fingers increased and squeaked across Rapunzel's skin.
Inevitably, her mother would retreat, and the rustle of clothes would echo in Rapunzel's ears. Then Mother Gothel would be back, not allowing her daughter to keep up the pretense of sleep anymore, as she shoved the girl aside, as she pulled Rapunzel's lips to hers, tugging the girl's hands to places Rapunzel didn't want to think about.
"There, my little flower, there, oh, Rapunzel," Gothel gasped in her ear, her breathing ragged as her hips bucked against the small girl, grinding her into the bed. "Good girl, Mommy loves you so much."
"I love you more," Rapunzel whispered, her eyes glassy with tears she refused to let fall. Her mother stood up, properly withdrawing this time and retrieving her clothing before she smoothed the covers back over her oh-so-precious daughter. Her fingers always slipped smoothly through the bright golden tresses just that one extra moment.
"I love you most," Mother Gothel repeated, and left Rapunzel alone for the night, the tears blurring her vision until the floating lights painted on her wall looked like they really were just the stars.
