hey everyone! LAZF is back! this is a short little drabble i wrote a long time ago and never got around to sharing it. Its set in modern time, Max is human, and Rapunzel and Flynn have a child.

disclaimer : dont own tangled or call of duty.

Call Of Duty Daddy


Rapunzel rolled her eyes as she entered the living room, the air filled with the sounds of gunshots coming from the TV. Max sat in the large armchair as Flynn lounged on the couch. She walked over, rocking the baby in her arms before stepping in front of him.

"Blondie," he curved around her, focused on the game. She sighed, reaching down to press the pause button. The room went silent, and both he and Max looked over at her with an irritated look on their face.

"What the-"

"What was that for?" Flynn looked up at her. "We're playing Call of Duty."

"I don't care if you're playing Call of Duty. Hold the baby. " She set the tired baby on his chest. He groaned in fake displeasure as she rolled her eyes.

"You're a father. You can multitask. It's one of the perks of being one. Just keep an eye on him." She kissed her baby, and then her husband, before walking off to the kitchen. "You staying for dinner, Max?"

"Planned on it!" he called after her before looking over at Flynn, raising his eyebrow.

"Don't say any-"

"I'm not saying anything!" he held his hands up. "You just look like someone I never thought you'd be."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You look like you care about something."

"Shut up," he rolled his eyes before looking down at his tired son. He could feel him start to become heavier on his chest as his eyelids fell and he drifted towards sleep. Flynn pressed a kiss to his forehead before raising a middle finger to Max and unpausing the game.

The speakers blared again, and he half heard Rapunzel walk back in and snatch up the remote. She turned down the volume before setting the remote down with a sigh and leaving again. The baby stayed quiet on his chest, and he called after her. "Sorry, babe."

"I want him to sleep," she called out as she rummaged through the fridge.

He focused back on the game, the battle between he and Max getting more and more intense. The volume of their voices increased, as did the vulgarness of their words.

Flynn threw his controller down, turning to Max. "Fuck, dude. Every single time!"

"I can't help it. I'm badass."

"Shut the fuck up," he grumbled, and Rapunzel rounded the corner.

"Flynn Rider!" she yelled out. "Watch your mouth!"

"Why?" he raised an eyebrow. "You love it when I cuss-"

"The baby," she hissed, going back to her work. He rolled his eyes, pressing his lips back to his son's forehead.

"Don't listen to your mother. Cursing makes you look good. You gotta look good," he chuckled, raising his fingers to trail over his soft hair.

"Daddy," Max cooed out in sarcasm. "Start the next game."

Flynn glared, raising his middle finger again. "The baby's asleep. He can't see his."

lazf, over and out.