𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫 - Flynn Rider X Reader

IX. Broken Dam

With your sword still in hand and cold metal cuffs still around your wrists, you race behind the thief along the cliff edge, away from the guards who are slowly regaining consciousness behind you near the mouth of the passageway.

Mere hours ago, you nearly killed Rider. You were fully prepared to pull the crossbow's trigger on him and tear the satchel from his dead body before making your way home. But now... now you've saved his life.

And now he's your only way out. Keeping him alive, at least for the time being, is the best way you have a chance of seeing your sister's crown again. And even though your plans have twisted and bent a tremendous amount since you first set foot in this forest, that is the one thing that hasn't changed. That you'll take the satchel back and go home. It's owed to you.

It's also easier said than done.

Rider stops running near the edge of the cliff, peering down into the abyss at the girl standing on a boulder above the stone floor. The girl's got her ridiculously long golden hair in one hand, wound tightly around a beam sticking out from the water wheel near her, and is holding it tight as if she's preparing to sling it all the way up here. You don't have time to think about it much.

"Listen," Rider says to you, nudging your shoulder to get your attention. He's glancing over your shoulder at the guards as he speaks, whose shouts you can hear echoing through the cavern behind you. They've come to their senses, you guess. "I really hope you're not afraid of heights."

You give Rider a look. "Why?"

"Because if you are, you'll have to deal with the guards on your own."

You turn to look at the guards, who are now racing towards you along the cliffside with gleaming swords in hand. The captain stares you down, teeth bared in anger like a charging bull. In that case, you think, no. You're not afraid of heights. Not now, at least. Even staring down into the stony abyss that is the dry part of the dam off the edge of the cliff, and the certain death that assures itself if you were to fall.

"Do I have a choice?" You ask.

"Doesn't look like it," the thief shrugs.

You grit your teeth, hesitant.

The thief looks at you sharply, losing patience. "Time's ticking."

With a call of his name as a warning, the golden haired girl tosses her hair over to Rider from across the canyon where he stands. He catches it in his arm and holds it tight. With a certain, determined look on his face, he offers you his hand.

You stare at it for a moment before reaching out.

Your hands lock. 

"Hold on. Tight."

Before you know it, Rider is leaping off the cliff.

And he's dragging you along with him.

With a bloodcurdling scream, you hold onto Rider with a death grip that cuts circulation as you go free falling down into the canyon below you. Your insides are fluttering as they had when you make the jump from the cliff earlier.

This time, you're at the mercy of the thief's hand. If he felt he should drop you, you'd be dead by now. But you aren't.

Instead, you're both sailing across the canyon in an arc, violent wind ripping through your clothes, and his hand is squeezing yours just as hard as you are his.

The stone floor of the canyon nears as you two drop further into the canyon, and from there you get a better view of the two people that await you on the stone floor as you fall. Rider makes a noise of surprise.