Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Imagines #2 (Book #2) <3

Tangled PART 4 (FINAL)

(A/N: ya boi is officially 17 today. Woot woot! And yet I still can't walk to to the register alone because of my anxiety, Well done Zombie, well done. XD Anywhore, I'm sorry to have cut this imagine short. I don't want to bore you all, and I have plenty of other imagines to finish. Sorry lovelies. ❤️)

Mark continues to gawk at the tower before he heard Maximus's neigh in the distance. With a start, he rushed over to the tower wall, hands gripping the uneven bricks. With slow and steady feet, he slowly climbed his way up the ledge. Once he made it, he lifted himself inside and stood up. Panting, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked around the empty room.
"Alone at last." His relieved smile was soon wiped away as a sharp crack of pain exploded on his crown. With a soft groan, his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he slumped to the ground, falling unconscious. Behind him stood a shaking Repunzel, frying pan held high above your head in the air.
"AHHHHH!" You screamed, looking at the knocked out stranger in fear. You dove behind a chair, hands shaking as you held the pan out for defense. Seeing him making no sudden movements, you crept out from behind the chair. You approach his cautiously, ready to strike again at any sign. Pascal nudges your neck and points towards Mark's head. With your foot, you moved his head to the side, his hair falling in his face. No response.
You turn to look at Pascal, seeing his little arms hanging in front of his mouth, pretending he had fangs. You remembered mother's awful and terrifying description of the monsters that lurked beyond the castle. You nodded, crouching low until you were close to Mark's head. With your fingertips, you pushed away the locks of chestnut hair away from his face. He had strong and handsome features, sharp jaw and stubble covering his chin and jaw. With the handle of your pan, you gently push his top lip up until you could see his straight and pearly white teeth.
"No fangs.." You say, looking at him with pursed lips. Just as you stood back up, his eyes fluttered and a groan escaped his lips. He stirred, arms moving slowly as he tried to get back up.
"Huh?" CRACK. Another sharp blow to the head with your trusty frying pan. He slumped back to the ground, unconscious once again. After several unsuccessful attempts at hiding this stranger, you settled on shoving him inside the closet. You locked it by pushing your chair in front of it, breathing heavily. You backed away slowly, eyes wide and hands trembling.
"Okay, okay, okay. I've got a person in my closet. I've got a person in my closet. I've got a person in my closet. Haha! Oh wow! Too weak to handle myself out there, huh, mother? Well..tell that to the my frying pan-OW!" Before you could finish your sentence, you were twirling the pan and accidentally hit yourself on the side of the head with it. You rubbed your head, eyes casted to the floor where you noticed a brown satchel laying.
You pick it up, reaching inside and taking out the crown. You've never seen anything so beautiful and shiny in your life. Although you didn't know exactly what it was, you figured you'd try to find out. You put your arm through it, letting it hang around your wrist like a bracelet. You looked up at Pascal in confusion, who shook his head. You tapped your chin, trying to use it as a magnifying glass, looking through one of the many crystals on it. Once again, Pascal shook his head. You huffed, looking at yourself in the mirror.
Finally, you settled on resting it on your head. It fit perfectly, shimmering in the light as it rested on top of your golden hair. Pascal seemed awed by the sight, his eyes growing wide as he started to nod. He then lost interest, shaking his head again. You purse your lips before being startled by your mother calling you.
"Repunzel!?" She called from down below, causing your eyes to go to the locked closet.
"Let your hair down!"
"One moment, mother!" You yelled, shoving the chair harder against the closet to ensure the man wouldn't be falling out of it anytime soon. You rushed to the ledge, gathering your hair in your arms.
"I have a big surprise!" You scoffed softly at your mother's words, you knew nothing compared to your surprise.
"Uh, I do too."
"Oo, I bet mine is bigger!" You pulled your mother up one tug at a time, shaking your head and biting your lip.
"I seriously doubt that." Once your mother reached the top, she smiled warmly at you before heading inside with her basket full.
"I brought back parsnip. I'm going to make hazelnut soup for dinner, your favorite! Surprise!"
"Well mother, there's something I want to tell you."
"Oh Repunzel, you know I hate leaving you after a fight. Especially when I've done absolutely nothing wrong."
"Okay, I've been thinking a lot about what you've said earlier and.." As you trailed off, you began stepping towards the closet holding the stranger.
"I hope you're not still talking about the Stars."
"'Floating Lights', and yes, I'm leading up to that."
"Because I really thought we dropped the issue, sweetheart." You could hear her voice harden, slight annoyance tangled with her words. Her back was turned to you as she unloaded her basket and set the table up for dinner. You desperately wished she would just listen to you.
"No mother, I'm just saying, you think I'm not strong enough out there."
"Oh, Darling. I know you're not strong enough out there." You shook your head, standing in front of the door jammed in front of the closet.
"But if you just-"
"Repunzel, we're done talking about this."
"Trust me-"
"Repunzel-"
"I know what I'm saying-" Your hand lay on the chair, preparing to pull it away and show the victorious battle you had just won moments before.
"Repunzel-"
"Oh, come on-"
"Enough of the lights, Repunzel! You are not leaving this tower! Ever!" Your eyes widen at the harshness of her voice, your lips parting slightly. Feeling a tightness in your chest, you slowly lift your hand off the chair and look down at the ground. You could hear her sigh from the other side of the room, laying her supplies down.
"Ugh. Now I'm the bad guy." You lift your head towards your walls you had painted. An idea formed in your head as you looked at your mother.
"All I was gonna say, mother, is that I know what I want for my birthday."
"And what is that?"
"New paint. The paint made from the white shells you once brought me." Her lips pursed as she placed her hands on her hips and looked at you.
"Well, that is a very long trip, Repunzel. At least three days time."
"I just thought it'd be a better idea than...stars."
"You sure you'll be alright on your own?"
"I know I'm safe as long as I'm here." Your mother makes her way to you and hugs you tightly, kissing your forehead and nodding.
"I'll be back in three days time. I love you very much, dear."
"I love you more."
"I love you most." You eagerly watch as you mother says goodbye and makes her way back down the tower. Once you see her disappear behind the cave, you let out a loud sigh of relief. You stand in front of the closet, shooting Pascal a nervous look. Pulling the chair away, you watch the stranger topple back out onto the floor. You examine in a few minutes longer before pushing him into the chair and tying it to him with your long hair. Sneaking out of view, you awaited for the man to wake up.
Soon, his eyes started fluttering and his head swayed from side to side. He winced and groaned, opening his eyes and looking around in confusion.
"Huh!? What the-is this hair!?" He asked, looking down and struggling against the tightly woven hair tied around him. He looked around the room, trying to follow where the hair ended.
"Struggling..struggling is pointless." You threatened, wishing your voice didn't shake so much. You held the frying pan tightly, hiding up in the wooden beams above him. He looked around, trying to find where the voice came from.
"Huh?"
"I know why you're here, and I'm not afraid of you."
"What?" He sounded genuinely confused, pulling against the hair but not succeeding. Finally, you showed yourself, jumping to the ground and landing on the balls of your feet. You held the pan out, centered on him as you glared.
"Who are you? And how did you find me?" Mark seemed relieved at the sight of you, thankful none of the brothers or guards had instead captured him. He chuckled, looking at you with amusement.
"Who are you? And how did you find me?" You asked again, voice more stern and controlled.
"Mm-hmm. I know not who you are, nor how I came to find you, but may I just say.." He trailed off for a moment, locking his chocolate brown eyes with you. He flashed you his shiny smile, warm and gentle as he fluttered his eyes as you. He cocked his head to the side, flirtatious and cute as he winked.
"Hi. How ya doin? The name's Mark Rider. How's your day goin, huh?" You were oblivious to his "Charm", and he frankly felt offended by that. He rolled his eyes, slumping back into his seat angrily.
"Who else knows about my location, Mark Rider?"
"All, blondie-"
"Gesundheit. Here's the deal; I was in a situation, gallivanting through the forest. I came across your tower and..oh, ho, ho, where's my satchel!?" He asked, eyes darting around to room to see if he could find it. You smirked, walking around him as you twirled your pan around.
"I've hidden it, somewhere you'll never find it!" Mark rolled his eyes and pointed to a pot sitting a few feet from you.
"It's in that pot, isn't it?" You were so flustered from the fact that he easily spotted it out, that you swung the pan again and knocked him straight out. You winced, looking at the frying pan. You needed to remember that he had a human skull you could easily bash in. Setting the pan down, you straightened him up and hid the satchel once again. This time, you thought hard about where you were putting it.
     You tapped your foot, waiting for the stranger to wake up. Finally, you set Pascal on his shoulder and giggled as Pascal shot his tongue straight into his ear. With a start, Mark jolted await, groggy and groaning. He looked over, seeing Pascal's tongue still in his ear, and yelped. He shook his head, flinging Pascal off his shoulder. He glared at the chameleon, shivering.
    "Will you stop doing that!?"
    "Now it's hidden where you'll never find it. So, what do you want with my hair? To cut it?" You were surprised to see the confusion on his face as he pushed against your hair.
    "What?"
    "Sell it?"
    "No! Listen, the only thing I want to do with your hair is get out of it! Literally!"
    "Yeah ri-wait what? You don't want my hair?"
    "Why on earth would I want your hair!? Look, I was being chased, I saw a tower, I climbed it. End of story." You looked at him with narrow eyes, seeing the genuine confusion in his eyes as he continuing to struggle against your hair.
    "You're..you're telling the truth?"
    "Yes." You looked at Pascal, seeing him shake his head. You slumped your shoulders, trying to reason with the creature.
    "I know, but I need someone to take me." Pascal continues to motion towards him.
    "I think he's telling the truth too. He doesn't have fangs, but what choice do I have?" You both look over at Mark grunting and shuffling in the chair as he tries to escape.
    "Okay. Mark Rider, I'm prepared to offer you a deal."
    "A deal?"
    "Look this way." You turn his chair towards your wall filled with your mural of the floating lights.
    "Do you know what these are?"
    "You mean the lantern thing they do for the princess?"
    "I knew they weren't stars. Well, tomorrow evening they will light the night sky with these lanterns. You will act as my guide, take me to these lanterns, and return me home safely. That is my deal."
    "Yeah. No can do. Unfortunately, the kingdom and I aren't exactly "simpatico"at the moment. So I won't be taking you anywhere. Pascal nods towards you, to which then you pull Mark up by his collar and lean in.
    "Something brought you here, Mark Rider. Call it what you want. Fate, destiny..."
    "A horse."
    "So I have made the decision to trust you." He scoffed, rolling his eyes and shaking his head full of hair as he smirked. 
    "Horrible decision, really." You tugged your rope of hair, sending Mark's chair toppling. Before it could fall, you stopped it and leaned in, making sure he was inches from the ground. You smothered him with your glare, gritting your teeth as you tried to look threatening.
    "But trust me when I tell you this. You can tear this tower apart brick by brick, but without me, you will never find your precious satchel." He didn't seemed phased by your demeanor, sighing like he was bored.
    "Mm-hmm. Let me get this straight; I take you to see the lanterns, bring you back home, and you'll give me back my satchel?" You nodded trying to restrain your smile.
    "I promise. And when I promise something, I never break that promise. Ever." He takes a minute to look between you and Pascal, sighing.
    "All, listen, I didn't want to have to do this, but you give me no choice. Here comes the "smoulder." You look at him in confusion as he settled into the chair. His brown eyes softened as he tried to pull the "puppy look" at you. He cocked his head to the side a little, a few strands falling into his face. His lips pulled into a pouty frown, his eyes shimmering as he dramatically looked over his shoulder at you. You and Pascal stood there, glaring at him, obviously not effected.

(I want to see Mark Cosplay as Flynn Rider, I want to see Mark pull of his "Smoulder." I WANT TO SEE CHICA DRESSED AS PASCAL. AND AMY AS REPUNZEL DAMMIT.)

    "This is kind of an off day for me. This doesn't normally happen." He tried it again, seeing no effect. He sighed, grumpy that his flirting didn't work.
    "...fine, I'll take you to see the lanterns!"
    "Really!?" With your surge of excitement, you had dropped your grip on his chair, resulting him toppling to the ground.
    "Oops.."
    "You broke my "smoulder." You untied him, both of you rushing to the ledge. You hesitate, watching him leap over and hang onto the brick wall. He started climbing, your heart racing. He looked up, confused.
    "You comin', Blondie?" You nod, taking a deep breath before throwing your long hair on the ground. With a yelp, Pascal hung onto you as you leaped over the edge and sailed towards the ground. You stopped inches before your bare feet touched the grass, your fear spiking. Slowly, you lowered your toes into the lush grass, gasping. You giggled in excitement, laying down and feeling the threads of grass between your fingers.
   Mark watched in amusement, feeling himself soften up at the innocent sight of you. For some reason, it made him smile and he didn't know why. Clearing his throat, he held out his hand and motioned towards the cave. Your smile faded, panic setting in. You hugged yourself, starting to shake as you bit your lip nervously. He noticed, stepping towards you and offering a warm smile.
    "Hey, don't be so scared. You got me, I'll protect you. I know we just met and all, but I'm kinda assigned to protect you now. So, dont be scared. I've been around the world, seen many things, and experienced many things as well. I know all about where we're going. I'll even tell you a few stories along the way, yeah?"
    His voice was kind and soft, as were his warm eyes. You felt yourself relax a little as a smile was brought to your lips. You held your hand out slowly, fitting it into his large one. He grinned wider, giving it a reassuring squeeze as you made your way through the cave. Gathering up your hair in your other arm, you smiled up at Mark.

"Here I go..."

(Again, I'm very sorry this imagine ended so short and so early in the beginning of the movie. I just don't have time to go through the entire movie. I love this movie so much, I think I'm gonna go watch it now XD. Anyway, thank you guys so much for reading this.

Buh byeeeee!)