Authors Note: This is a series of some light hearted, some serious, drabbles surrounding Eugene and Rapunzel in both the movie/show setting as well as made up scenes that just come to expand on their individual stories as well, of course, their love story. Not in movie chronological order or particularly written with a plot. Mostly, this is me getting back into writing, as well as entering the fandom I so adore with writing as opposed to just reading.

Please enjoy and if you feel so inclined, leave some thoughts and/or good vibes.

One; Good

Eugene never really held onto anything good for long.

Good – it was such a relative term. At the orphanage, good meant that there was edible food in their kitchen and wood for their fire. In the town where he got his start as a thief after being dismissed from said orphanage at 14, good meant that he didn't get caught, that he didn't feel guilty. When he was 19, beginning work with the Stabbington Brothers, sleeping in cots in the dusty homes of fellow convicts, good had meant that he did not feel emptiness when he saw families and knew he'd never have one. Good meant that he was able to hide himself beyond the mask of Flynn Rider, master thief and con artist, able to woo any high-class woman out of her jewels and often time her dress with his good looks and that smolder. Good meant that he could hold his own against any pain that may come his way with wit and charm and jokes. Pain, that sometimes resonated from so deep within him it cracked at the iron plated breastbone he hammered all around his heart.

Two days ago, good had meant that once he finished this job, this job of stealing the Princess Crown of Corona and selling it to the highest bidder, he would finally be alone. He would finally be able to shut himself out from the world and prying eyes. Good had meant that he would finally have the one thing he had always wanted, but never truly let himself desire. A home.

But good, good now had such a new meaning.

At 23, good meant an upheaval, a breaking of all conceptions he had held of this world before. He couldn't understand how this girl of 18, who had never seen anything outside of a brick tower, could possibly know so much about life. At first, he had thought that she was naïve, a child with outlandish ideas. However, he watched as she evolved, standing up to the things that terrified her - her mother's disapproval, the brutes in the pub, the rabbit. Eugene, he could scarcely remember the last time he had stood for anything other than selfish pride, much less battled anything he considered remotely terrifying.

When he awoke, tied to the wheel of a small boat, in tow with the very thing that had brought him to her, there was a change in him. Although, in his fear for her, he called out her name "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Rapunzel!" he knew inside of him that something was different, that something was new.

His ultimate good, his home, was suddenly not an empty castle.

It was a girl with green eyes.