Nicknames were just kind of a thing where Rapunzel's from.

Big Nose, Hook Foot, Angry, Red, Shorty—practically everyone in the Kingdom had one.

Some of Rapunzel's nicknames were endearing, like Blondie or Sunshine, solely coming from Eugene.

She loved when Cassandra called her Raps because it meant that still, after all this time, their friendship was stronger than ever.

Although her title was technically Princess, she felt like the name was used in a more informal sense, at least by the people she was close to, anyways.

Rapunzel had even attempted to give Eugene a few pet names—Gee-Bug, Eugitles—but they had all failed.

However, there was one name that Rapunzel favored being called above all the rest…

But, it was complicated.

You see, it all goes back to Gothel and she wasn't one to give out compliments.

More often than not, she had critized Rapunzel about everything from her looks, to her smarts (or lack there of, according to Gothel), to the cleanliness of the Tower.

Rapunzel was constantly seeking her kidnappers approval and on the rare occasion it was given, she would hold on to that feeling of joy as if it were a life line.

So, when the words good girl fell from Eugene's lips in a breathy tone while they were sharing an intimate moment, Rapunzel felt the most pleasurable jolt strike her right where she needed it most.

The moan that she couldn't have even been bothered to suppress sounded so wanton and desperate that when the realization of what she had done hit her, she blushed with embarrassment.

Eugene, of course, assured her there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

He actually found it kind of "hot", as he put it, and then asked her if she wanted him to say it again.

She had eagerly agreed.

Afterwards, when both of them had been sexually sated and Eugene was fast asleep, Rapunzel's mind was racing.

Her body had responded one way to being praised, but her mind another.

Rapunzel thought she had been freed from Gothel's influence when the cloak full of the witch's ashes had hit the ground below the Tower window, but Gothel's abuse had left scars.

Rapunzel had been consistently plagued with nightmares for months following that day.

Nightmares of Gothel returning to kidnap her, again.

Nightmares of Eugene dying, but this time, Rapunzel's magic couldn't save him.

Nightmares of never actually having ever left the Tower and still being stuck there.

It took a good while for Rapunzel's subconscious to realize that she was safe and sound.

The nightmares eventually came to pass, but the insecurities that remained from Gothel's verbal abuse were harder to shake.

The night it was announced that the Lost Princess had returned, there was a large feast held in Rapunzel's honor with more food in one place than she had ever seen before. But, she'd hardly cleared her plate.

This was due to the fact that Gothel had told her—barely a day ago—that she was looking a little chubby.

It took some convincing from Eugene to eat until she felt full, but even then, she lied about not being able to eat another bite just so he would leave her alone.

Every so often, she'd hear Gothel's voice in her head, mocking her for how stupid and naive she was being whenever she came across something she didn't know. Something that seemed so obvious to everyone else around her like, for example, how booing was actually a bad thing.

Rapunzel would beat herself up over every mistake she made, not matter how minutiae, all because Gothel had always found a way to blame her for everything that went in wrong her life.

Gothel's criticism made Rapunzel afraid to ask for things she wanted.

The witch's constant disparaging remarks caused Rapunzel to second guess herself with every decision she made and the put-downs made her feel riddled with guilt when she would put her wants and needs before other's.

This meant that any time Gothel chose to praise her, it felt amazing, and that also went for anyone else that would do the same.

And here's the thing, Eugene liked to talk—a lot—and sex only loosened his lips.

He would tell her things like how gorgeous she was or how amazing she felt.

He would always encourage her when she wanted to try something new.

He rarely demanded anything, but when they discovered it turned her on when he did, they found a way to incorporate it into their love making.

So, when he ordered and she obliged, praise would flow from his lips like water through a running stream.

He'd tell her to take his cock—take it deep—and call her a good girl when she did so without resistance.

She was his good little Princess when she rode him with abandon—letting her emotions take control—or his girl when she would delay her orgasm until he had his fill of eating her out.

But, when it came time to voice her concerns, she was so afraid of making him feel guilty. She didn't want him to think he was preying on her insecurities.

"Rapunzel, I had no idea you felt that way. I can stop saying those things, if you want?"

His level of care for her well being never ceased to amaze her.

"But that's the thing, I don't want you to." She finally admitted.

"Okay, then I won't." He conceded.

It was as simple as that. She should have known he would be understanding.

"But you should know, you have nothing to feel guilty about. A lot of people like receiving praise, Blondie. I don't think that was solely Gothel's doing." He added.

"Does getting praise turn you on?" She asked him, tugging at the clipped ends of her hair out of nervous habit.

"Not really, but I think I have my already inflated ego to thank for that." He told her. "Here's the thing, you don't do things for the recognition, Rapunzel, you do things for others because that's who you are. The praise is just the bimberry on top. Or is it dimberry? I can never get those straight."

Eugene was right.

He knew her so well—better than anyone.

Rapunzel hugged him as tight as she could.

Being held in his arms made everything better.

"So," he whispered in her ear, "do you want to be my good girl, tonight?"

She had to fight hard to suppress the shiver that ran through her.

"Not tonight." She told him. "Tonight, I just want to be your wife. But, maybe another night?"

"Anything for you, Sunshine." He promised.

A promise he has never—and would never—break.