A/N: So when I told mum Flynn was my ideal man; tall, dark, stubbly and mum's response was well I bet he doesn't have a tattoo… So I'm going to give him a tattoo!
"The party went on for a whole week and honestly I don't remember most of it."
What Eugene did remember as he rolled over in bed was an aching pain on his right buttock. Oh god had he been burnt?! It must've been one of those lanterns… didn't he try to juggle five lit ones? He didn't remember his butt getting involved.
Only there wasn't a burn.
He staggered towards his looking glass, the room spinning slightly. He glared at the red mark on his butt. Oh jesus, eyes focusing a little more there was words. WORDS?! Tattoo… oh god, Vlad was a tattoo artist and oh my god was that blonde hair wrapped around a heart!? Leaning closer, boxers pulled a little lower, Eugene squinted.
Blondie it said Blondie!
Oh god.
Oh no.
Why?! Why!? He stared, dumbfounded at the small tattoo. Then he decided he liked it as his eyesight cleared a little more and the mark was seen with more clarity. He had to admit Vlad was a good artist. Then there was a knock at the door and the tattoo was forgotten about.
Rapunzel waited smiling at the door and he coloured and gabbled a speech before closing the door hastily.
"Eugene." She called through the wooden door. "Open up! Come on Eugene it is breakfast and the last day of the party!" She sang through the door and beamed when he came out again he was tugging his pants straight.
Then he forgot about it apart from brief moments when he caught glimpses of it.
In fact he didn't remember it properly until after they were married and she was stripping him slowly.
"What is this?" She was curious about him and the yellow patch had caught her eye. He flushed and tried to distract her but Rapunzel was squinting at the colours on his tattoo. "When did you get that Eugene?!" The mood was long gone and Eugene sighed, he might as well tell his inquisitive bride.
"I got it during the Lost Princess celebrations." He sighed, allowing her to tug the boxers down his hips so she could stare at the inked picture.
"It's me!" He heard the elation in her voice. "Ohh I like it…" She smiled up from where she was kneeling.
"Vlad did it. I think." Eugene frowned, trying to recall the moment in question, he was drawn from the drunken memories when she pulled herself upright and kissed him softly.
"I'm glad you like it." He grinned and he kissed her harder.