"Well, would you look at that." (Flynn Rider x reader)

꧁༺~𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓭𝔂, 𝓲𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓲𝓽?~ (𝓟𝓽.2)༻꧂

"That's fair, we'll take that. You're known as Pretty Guard then." They grinned smugly at you. These little shits I swear-

"No." was all you said. They looked at you with a singular raised eyebrow as if so much to say 'Oh really, now?'

"Well, Pretty Guard, we didn't have a choice in the matter when you nicknamed us that, so you have no choice but to accept it. " Arsehole simply stated. Arsehole was the one with the Black patch over his left eye. Well, his left anyway. Dickhead was the one with a large scar running down the side of his face.

"Aight, that's fair." You just accepted your fate right then and there. No objections.

"So, Pretty Guard, why are you in these forests?" Dickhead asked. You just looked at him and tried to think of a reasonable answer. If you just said you were here to meet someone who has something of yours, 9 times out of 10, they'd probably know who you were meeting up with. If you were to say you were here on a pleasure ride, they'd probably escort you out of the forest.

"I'm here to do some training in the forest. I've done it all before and it's just sword combat as I have my sword with me anyway." You blurted out, tapping your hip to exaggerate slightly. Honestly, it was the only thing you could think off. Well, you've done it before and you do have your sword with you, so you could possibly get away with it. If they bought it, that is. The pair in front considered the answer and stepped aside for you to enter in further.

'Wait what, they're letting me in? Just like that?' You were rather surprised at that.

"Okay, we'll let you in. On one condition." Arsehole spoke.

'Oh fuck. What now.' You were nervous as to what their condition would be. You started to over think a bit.

'Are they going to make me get off my horse, just so they can get on and gallop away? Are they going to make me ruin my reputation? Are they going to make me do something I'll regret deeply? Fucking hell, I don't know...' You panicked in your mind.

"We want you to help us find Flynn Rider." Dickhead finally said, breaking you out of your panicked state. You stopped for a moment. You breathed in deeply and exhaled out slowly. lifting your gaze from the ground below you, you set your eyes on one of the brothers. Dickhead.

"Who? That character from a book? I told you, he's in a children's book, I don't know anyone else named Flynn Rider-" You said but was cut off to an annoyed sigh.

"NO! He's our friend- well- partner in crime. Literally. We can't find him, and the last time we seen him was in that palace in Corona Kingdom. So, you're going to help us find him, because we can't. You can't make an objection, and you can't make an excuse to not help us," he paused, grinning for a minute before carrying on, " So, any objections?"

"...Yes actually." you spoke slowly. You had a plan; Direct your horse to the right of you, as there was a little path to go down there. You would gallop as fast as you could down in hopes of escaping these two idiots, and not have to accept the condition. But first you had to start acting.

The pair looked at you slightly surprised but still listened anyway. Just as you were about to say your 'sorry objection' you put on a startled look as you looked behind the men. You were stuttering out random things as you slowly lifted up your hand, pointing in the direction in front of you, but behind the twins. As loud as you could, you screamed. This little distraction was enough for them to turn around, cover their ears and bend down slightly. You wasted no time in directing your horse and galloping away. Heavy hooves were pounding on the dirt like thunder clapping in the sky. Your adrenaline was coursing through your veins as you egged your horse to keep up the speed and to just go. Occasionally, Imperial would come across the odd log and fly over it, literally. I mean, at the speed you were going at, why not?