Working On A Cute Little Rapunzel Sickfic That Takes Place Within The Six Month Timeskip In Between Tangled

Mini VAT7K Drabble

“Sure they both look like they’ve worked outside, but Varian could just as easily be the son of— that guy!” His arm flew outward toward the first person he saw from the window: an old, scraggly bearded man barely a meter tall and leaning heavily on a goat. Yong gave him a flat look. “Okay bad example, but still!”

Hugo had yet to make it past the mental hurdle of Quirin fathering Varian, which in all fairness, Yong and Nuru were very perplexed by too, but they weren’t the ones having a tantrum over it. Nuru had begun to tune their friend out around ten minutes ago to start scribbling out long, complex equations only to solve them a moment later. Yong, Hugo, and Nuru were brought into Varian’s childhood home to spend the night before completing the final trial and opening the Eternal Library. Quirin had been delighted to welcome Varian’s friends, ushering them in without even a brief assessment of their characters. Varian had looked deeply embarrassed when Hugo asked, admitting that he wasn’t known for making friends, let alone ones his age. Not long after they were settled in the guest bedroom, Quirin had called his son down to help prepare a meal with him, leaving the three friends to muse on the genetic gymnastics that occurred to bring about Varian.

“Maybe he gets it from his mom?” Yong pondered aloud. He withdrew a comb that Hugo didn’t know Yong owned and started to rake it through the burned ends of his hair. They were all a mess. A year on the road had not been kind on their appearances. Hugo was ashamed to say that he hadn’t kept up with his usually close shave along the sides and back of his scalp, allowing the hair there to grow and give him a fluffier look. Most of his clothes had holes in them or stained with some chemical or other. Being Yong’s assistant certainly didn’t help with the smell of gunpowder or the charred nature of his sleeves.

But Nuru was probably the messiest of them all. Her title as Princess was as reflective as her shoes. That is to say, not at all. She had taken up the mantle of navigator with an enthusiasm Hugo hadn’t expected, and she trudged through muck and high water to get them to each trial. A flashback to her waving her sword at a sneezeweazel and the subsequent chase through thorny bramble to get away left their sleeves torn and skin razed made Hugo cringe. The only things Nuru ever managed to keep tidy were her star maps—rest in peace to her skirt of constellations—and her sword. Although she used it frequently to cut through foliage on their journey, Nuru kept her whetstone close and sharpened her blade every night. Even her poor telescope wasn’t kept in as good a condition as her weapon, once using it as a makeshift club to bludgeon a bandit on the road.

Yong, ironically, had most of his things intact. Although that probably wasn’t a testament to how well Yong managed his stuff and more how much Varian kept Yong’s belongings safe for him. Far too often, Varian would be launching forward from his place around the campfire to sweep Yong’s backpack of explosives away from the flames. In fact, Hugo was confident that all of the bags hitched to Prometheus belonged to the pyromaniac. That isn’t to say that Yong made it through their adventures scott-free. When the bounty hunters hired by Yong’s parents caught up to them, Yong had gone a bit off the deep end, tying all of his available fireworks together and nearly blowing the men’s’ heads off. Standing behind an explosion like that turned nearly off of Yong into a pile of ash. He was covered in burns and his eardrums didn’t stop ringing for several hours after. And yet at the end of it all, Varian had pulled the teenager aside with a fresh set of clothes and a pair of flame retardant gloves for Yong to wear.

And speaking of Varian. Easily the clumsiest of the group, Varian was coated head to toe in grime. Even as he fussed over the safety of his friends, or maybe because he worried over them, Varian would fall into the most trouble. Be it from Hugo purposely antagonizing some stranger on the road, Nuru not looking away from the stars long enough to see the sudden dip of the hill she was walking towards, or Yong tampering with one of Hugo’s stink bombs to make them spark, Varian did his best to take the blow. It was annoying. Hugo definitely deserved to be the one with a bucket of muddy water thrown at his face, and it would have been really funny to watch Nuru trip and tumble over the slope, and god did Hugo wish he saw Yong receive his comeuppance when a stray bomb tumbled from his mischievous grip, but Varian had already thrown himself over Yong and stank to high heaven for three days.

While the guy had objectively gotten worse in terms of appearances, Hugo couldn’t seem to choke down the butterflies that emerged when Varian’s dirt covered face appeared and twisted into a grin from the doorway. A pair of cooking mitts the only non-road trodden thing about him now.

“Dinner’s ready!” He cheered, spinning back out and toward the stairs. Hugo spared himself one last look, sighed, and followed after.

when I learn to animate, I'm so doing this! Though maybe I'll change some things to fit with my version of Vat7k.

Something something, Scylla from Epic song- Having to do with Hugo and Varian and betrayal. Varian like has this huge prejudice against Hugo throughout the whole thing, having to do with a lot of things- Hugo just betrayed their group and V and him had this huge argument where they're on terrible terms atp. Hugo fought back in this argument mostly bc he just wanted to V to see where he was coming from and how much he didn't want it to happen. Varian's beyond heartbroken rn, just shattered and numb that he trusted someone to just have it broken again. It's kinda like The Great Tree incident with Raps and Cassandra on terms of strained but make it 80 times worse. So like they're in front of this giant library type building in my mind right- but like- huge- its HUGE and the doors are very very much locked and this is where the song starts- The lair of Scylla This is our only way home

Deep down

Hugo: "You're quiet today"

Deep down

Varian: "Not much to say"

Deep down

Ulla voice:You hide a reason for shame

H: I've got a secret I can no longer keep

Deep down

Ulla voice:You know that we are the same ( in this context she's like, hiding. )

H: I opened the wind bag while you were asleep

^ ( basically, Hugo admits to at one point having an opportunity to leave Donella, but in return he gets completely disowned, and Hugo didn't want to lose her. He didn't want to choose, but he obviously looked up to Donella like a parent figure. Since she's all he had)

Ulla voice: Leaving them feeling betrayed

Breaking the bonds that you've made

H:I'm so sorry

There is no price we won't pay

H: Forgive me

We both know what it takes to survive

Full speed ahead, full speed, full speed ahead Full speed ahead

Deep down

We only care for ourselves

Varian: Eurylochus, light up six torches

^ ( basically, he's just ignoring Hugo like Ody did originally )

Deep down, we're lonely demons from hell

( Ehe, so they use the staff to go inside the library. Its dark and the only light is these blue flaming torches on the walls. Very spooky lighting. )

Hugo: Captain, something approaches

^ ( they hear some shuffling, and Hugo's like "wtf was that-"

( Ulla, showing herself slowly in her weird ghost-like form, not in a pretty way. She's terrifying. )

^

Hello

(The gang stands there for a minute, Varian, not even recognizing his mom yet, just tells them to run )

... Run for your lives!

Ulla, attacking them: Drown in your sorrow and fears!

Choke on your blood and your tears!

Bleed 'til you've run out of years!

We. must. do. what. it. takes. to. survive!

Give up your honor and faith!

Live up your life as a wraith!

Die in the blood where you bathe

We must do what it takes to survive!

( Ulla, and then like- Hugo and V, mentally- )

^ We are the same, you and I, I

End

While I love seeing Donella being like a mother, when I read varian's tangled trials she gave such a mother gothel vibe and I love the idea of her just being a manipulative little bitch

(I'm only just starting to read the other vat7k fic, I could still change my mind)

Putting this in my fic now thank you

Vat7k au where everything is pretty much the same except for the fact that Yong can break the fourth wall and uses this ability to fuck with both us and the rest of the team. The kid has near death experiences on a daily basis thanks to his fireworks and he's still completely fine. He thought he had this sick plot armor cuz he was the prostagonist...at least until he met Varian and realized his ability to see God and laugh at his face didn't come with the role of main character

since varigo's new pair name is new memories, may i present petition to call:

Nuru & Yong's dynamic as popstar—because fireworks pop in the sky and they look like bursting stars

Yong & Hugo's dynamic as pipe bomb—pipe because it's a common tool in mechanical engineering structures and bomb cuz pyrotechnic explosives

Hugo & Nuru's dynamic as team diva—because they both are let's be real, need i say more?

Nuru & Varian's dynamic as crescent star—because we can all agree that Varian very much screams moon-coded given what we know surrounding his character in the show and Nuru as very much star-coded cuz she's iconic, a dreamer, an astronomer and all yes?

Varian & Yong's dynamic as team dynamite—because in order to create one, it includes a mixture of certain chemicals and powder

Hugo, I'll lend you gay water but please stop with the dairy.

so someone has a gay river full of gay water and i have a strong suspicion they're giving Hugo some of it

Why do you Anons like making my child sick? It’s just more of a mess for me to deal with than anything.

Hate A*drew so much I'm not even adding him in my fic except for one scene in Ingvarr where it's mentioned he's rotting away in a cell.

At this point the only reason I want vat7k to happen is so Varian can beat the shit out of Andrew.

What are some of your favorite Hugo headcanons because I love seeing what people think of him

AH IT’S HAPPENING

-i love robotic arm hugo. i think it’s an absolutely fantastic concept. however, if that were the case, he’d either have to have lost his arm or been born without it. either way, i imagine donella had to do surgery both on his shoulder and his brain to attach it, which gives him phantom pains. varian’s noticed that hugo tends to use his human arm for things, but he didn’t put it together until he grabbed hugo’s metal wrist a bit too hard and saw him wince.

-he’s insecure about his singing voice and usually sings out of key to tick people off, but when he actually tries to sing— be it to calm someone down, or serenade varian— it sounds incredible.

-he has worn a dress to smuggle stolen objects in, multiple times. that made him begin to feel introspective before he Noped himself right out of that spiral. (i think he’s genderfluid/genderqueer, but he’s usually okay with being called he/him when he knows it’s someone who would adjust the term if asked.)

-he does Not like bugs. bugs of any kind. even butterflies are pushing it.

-the absolute biggest sap, but all on the inside. varian loves in feelings and gestures, and he does great with words of affirmation, but hugo’s mind is like a poetry mill that never stops. if anyone was able to tell what yearning, dramatic thoughts he was thinking, they would never let him hear the end of it.

-he had a celebrity crush on the alchemist of old corona. and eight different conspiracy theories. this is a pretty common hc but i love it.

-attracted to varian’s “villain voice”. nuru judges him so hard for that.

-a huge love language of his is physical touch, but he’s trained himself out of it. fast forward a few years after the events of vat7k, and you will see hugo glomping onto his chosen people.

-horrible at art. he can draw blueprints and schematics, but he cannot draw people. he’s only managed to draw his robot mouse by thinking of her as various mechanical parts. he tried to draw himself once at eight and once at nineteen and both drawings look the same.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR THE ASK 😭 NEVER HESITATE TO SEND THEM

Can't wait until I start properly planning vat7k and then suddenly everything will make sense and not be a jumble of plot holes in my brain

"Blonde green bitch out" This implies you are green. I think that's enough dairy for you.

Fav colour that isn't green? Also have some gay water bitch

I mean, I like dark browns and blacks I guess... blue for obvious reasons, but green still owns my heart

Blonde Green Bitch out!!! ✨️🏳️‍🌈💅