Hurt (Golden guard x reader)
Authors note: Soo... It's been a while huh chat? Don't worry, I haven't died nor have I given up on Misfits, I just have a lot of things on my plate right now and am not able to fit writing into it. But I shall return one day and fulfill my prophecy! In the meantime, let me present to you a revamped version of one of my older fics. Word count: 3.5k Estimate of reading time: 11 minutes Old version of this fic (you have been warned) Blog masterlist
You slipped out of the throne room through the crack in the giant door. Blood trickled down your hand and your walk was unsteady. When the Emperor was met with the information that you hadn’t managed to complete your last mission, his anger answered for him and now you had to face the consequences. Tears quietly rolled down your face accompanied by the red liquid from your nose bleed, luckily, the mask prevented anyone else from noticing them. You couldn’t look weak in front of the other scouts, being one of the higher ups and all, you simply couldn’t afford it.
As you limped through the halls of the castle, the walls were your only source of stability. All you wanted to do was to curl up into a ball in the safety of your bed and sleep until the pain washed away, but, as always, the titan had other plans for you. About halfway to your quarters, in all his glory, the Golden guard, and also the last person you wanted to see right now, was walking in the opposite direction from you, and you could already feel how ready he was to take advantage of this set up and start picking on you, just like he always did.
“Look at that, someone must’ve failed their mission. Such a shame, I honestly thought you were supposed to match my skills. Oh well I’m guessing the Emperor was mistaken.”
The boy began to mock you, but to his surprise, you didn’t fire any insults back at him. You ignored his words and continued to limp in the direction of your room, determined to get there as soon as possible.
“Not feeling talkative? No surprise, you must be soooo embarrassed. I’d be too if I were you, I mean c’mon, how can you fail a mission like that. What was it again..?” He continued to try and get a reaction out of you, and even though you wanted to tell him to shut up and get a move on, you were too tired to be wasting energy on such a petty thing.
A sigh escaped your lips as you looked down at your blood soaked cape. The Golden guard finally passed you and continued to walk to wherever he was heading. Iron scent was continuously filling your mask due to the nosebleed and it was getting less bearable with each passing second. Suddenly, the world spun and you lost what little balance you had. With a loud thud you landed onto the hard ground and let out a hiss, the pain from the fall only adding to what you were already experiencing. You could hear the boy stop in his tracks and turn back, before the sound of rapid footsteps registered in your brain. Slight panic spread throughout your body and you tried your best to get up before he could actually reach you, only to fall again, more tears spilling out of your eyes.
C’mon, get up! You prepared yourself for another attempt, but before you could actually try, a hand was placed onto your shoulder, making you freeze at the contact and remain in the position you were in.
“You good?”
He asked you, which was something completely unexpected, coming from your sworn rival. Even his one was somehow different from his usual, prickly and condescending one.
“I’m… I’m fine.”
You said, trying to sound as sure of yourself as possible, hoping and praying that he’d leave you alone.
The uninjured arm that was clutching onto your bleeding one, let go of it and you placed both of your palms onto the ground. With a lot of effort and through gritted teeth you pushed yourself up, which did hurt like hell, but was still better than looking like a weakling in front of the Golden guard himself. You finally stood back on both of your feet, slamming the side of you body into the wall for support and slowly limping away again.
The boy took one short, judgemental look at you and shook his head in disapprovement.
“I can cleary see that you’re not. Put your pride aside and let me help stupid.” You stopped for a moment, staring at the ground in front of you, contemplating your choices, then you let out a defeated sigh and nodded. The Golden guard quickly closed the small distance between you two, grabbing your good arm and putting it over his shoulders, securing it in place with his hand, while he put his other arm around your waist, helping you keep your balance.
“I have some healing potions back in my room, I’m taking you there.”
Normally, you’d retort back, saying something in the sense of ‘how about no?’ but this time, you stayed quiet, shut your eyes tight and just let the boy half-carry you to his room. You barely spoke with each other during the walk to his room, both of you staying quiet and the only thing that broke it from time to time were you muffled sobs. Although you tried your best to hide them, you couldn’t silence them fully, no matter how hard you tried. The boy obviously noticed them, he had to, since you were right next to him, however, he didn’t call any attention to then and kept quiet, trying to not make things more awkward for you. In the end, you were being carried by your sworn rival, if he were in your place, he’d definitely feel awkward.
The doors creaked as the boy opened then when you two finally reached his room, after that painfully unpleasant walk. Your eyes searched over his room, not wanting to waste what was probably going to be your only opportunity to take a proper look at it, and you tried your best to take in every possible detail. It was a little messy, that’s for sure, yet at the same time, it also felt somewhat cozy for some unexplained reason. He sat you on his bed and let go of you, turning his attention to some cabined near his table and rummaging through it, looking for his stash of healing potions.
“Aha!” He exclaimed after a while and raised his hand into the air, holding a bottle that supposedly contained a healing potion, although it definitely didn’t look like one. The boy shuffled closer and stayed kneeling in front of you, showing you the potion as you gave it a skeptical look, not that he could see it through your mask anyway.
“So uhm, for this to actually work, it has to get directly into your blood, so you’ll have to take off your clothes.”
Your eyes widened and slight red creeped onto your cheeks and you shifted your attention to his face, staring at him in disbelief for a few moments.
“What. I’m not undressing in front of you.”
You stated and shook your hand, honestly, you’d rather bleed out that that! The Golden guard paused for a bit, realizing what he just told you and his face turned into the same expression as yours a few seconds ago.
“No! Titan! That’s not what I meant. Just, let me see one of your injuries or something. You don’t have to be completely naked!”
To your and his surprise, his panicked words made you giggle a little, but your laughter disappeared as suddenly as it came. You began to take off your cape and your glove, revealing the deep cut that formed across your arm. Titan, was that a painful thing to do. You bit your lip hard as you held out your injured arm for him to do his thing with the potion. You were still feeling very skeptical of it, usually, healing potions had a golden color and were drunk for them to work, not like whatever this thing was.
The boy gently took your hand and looked at the wound the Emperor so kindly gave you as a reward.
“I’m guessing you really screwed up eh? Here, bite on this.” He stretched out his free hand, giving you some sort of a cloth that looked like it definitely shouldn’t go anywhere near your mouth.
“Ehm Goldie? Aren’t you… forgetting something?” You said and motioned to your mask with your free hand.
“Oh, yeah, I mean,I’ll just take it off? It’s not like we’re strictly forbidden from seeing each other's faces.”
The Golden guard chuckled awkwardly and reached his hand out again, taking off your mask and shoving the cloth into your mouth. For a moment, he just stared at you, a little longer than he should have and when he realized, he shook his head and shifted his focus to the potion bottle. His hand grabbed it off of the ground, opening it and grabbing your injured arm one more time, this time his grasp was a lot more firm than before.
“This is gonna hurt a lot.”
He warned you, but it seemed more like just a simple statement and he began pouring the liquid slowly out of the bottle and into your opened wound. You bit down harder on the cloth, suddenly really glad you actually had it in your mouth and your face scrunched up in pain. If you were alone, you’d be screaming like hell, but right now, your sworn rival was right in front of you, so you stayed quiet, yet even so, you couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down your face again. The potion made your hand feel like it was melting and burning at the same time. “I know, just uh, try to stay still please.”
He spoke up calmly and continued to pour the rest of the potion onto the wound. With all the willpower you had, you forced yourself to take a deep breath through your nose and tried to think about literally anything else. You shut your eyes tight and wiped your tears and the dried nosebleed with your free, gloved arm.
The pain started to slowly but surely fade as the bottle was emptied of its contents and you took the cloth out of your mouth.
“Okay, your legs next.”
The boy let go of your hand and turned around, grabbing another potion from the cabinet and shifting his focus to your leg. You opened your eyes wide at his words as he took off your boot, both from knowing that you’re gonna have to go through the pain the potion brought and from seeing how messed up it actually was. Your foot was twisted into a very unnatural position and turning purple.
“The hell has happened to you?”
He said, quite shocked, he has experienced the Emperor's wrath himself a few times, but never to this extent. You took a deep breath, trying to block out the shooting pain caused by your limb being moved.
“Well uh, I got thrown against one of those spikey things, hence the cut and uhh landed on my foot so, yeah.” The Golden guard nodded and scratched the back of his neck, feeling slightly bad for making fun of you earlier now.
“Alright, ready?”
Knowing what was gonna happen now and that it was going to be incredibly painful, you closed your eyes and shook your head.
“Definitely not.” You grabbed the clothing and this time voluntarily shoving it in your mouth once more. The potion hit your skin and the cuts in it once more and you could feel your foot twisting back into its original form, followed by the sensation of melting and burning.
Of course tears streamed down your face again, but there was no shame in that, the Golden guard knew how awfully painful the potion was. Your breathing was shallow and quick, eyes shut tight, head turned away from the source of pain and the leg twitched as it slowly returned to what it was supposed to look like and you endured the pain.
“Just a little longer.”
He reassured you and you nodded in acknowledgement.
Suddenly, the world around you started to spin and you felt like you were going to pass out for sure and just them, the pain completely vanished. The Golden guard stood up from his kneeling position and took the piece of clothing out of your mouth, picking up the bottles, now empty of that god awful potion and turning back to the cabinet and hiding the things in his hands. Meanwhile he did his thing, you took a deep breath and finally took a peek at your leg. It was still very rough looking, but now it did look like it was supposed to and the pain was completely gone.
Your arm was healed as well, although there was now a huge scar where the cut used to be. A sigh of relief came out of your mouth and you let your upper body fall back onto the guards bed, while your legs were dangling over the edge of it. Just then you realized how tired you actually felt and now that you were lying down, there was nothing that could make you get back up.
Footsteps approached the bed and when you looked up, you could see the boy, staring down at you, now dressed in his… pajamas? When did he change? Whatever, doesn’t matter. You stayed like that for a moment, just staring at each other, and then you rolled your eyes, before speaking up, breaking the tense silence.
“What? You like what you see?” Now that you felt better and pain wasn’t coming out of every corner of your body, you decided to return to your old habits and tease him again. “And what if I do?” “That’d be weird because we’re rivals, remember?” You replied and let out a lighthearted scoff. He shrugged at your response and walked away, towards his desk.
“I mean, we don’t have to be. We’d actually make a pretty good team.” You chuckled at his words and shook your head, it was weird to even think about not fighting with this guy. Being his rival was something that was set in stone for you, you never questioned it, honestly you didn’t even know why it was like that, it just was.
“Pfft yeah sure.” He grabbed something off of his desk and made his way back over to you, sitting down at his bed next to you.
“I mean it.” The boy quietly replied and you weren’t even sure if you were meant to hear his words, but you did nonetheless. He reached out his hand and placed something on your chest. You propped yourself up with your arms, your elbows burying into the mattress slightly and looked down at your chest to see what exactly was the thing he placed onto you. When it finally registered and you recognized your mask, you remembered something. Even though you were previously determined to stay laying down no matter what, your curiosity was definitely bigger than your tiredness.
You sat up and turned to face him, a mischievous look painted your face.
“I have a score to make even.” Before the boy could react in any way, you slid his mask off of his face and hid it behind your back in hopes that he wouldn't be able to get it back until you could get a proper look at his face. He stared at you for a second with wide eyes, before quickly covering his face with his hands.
“What the fuck are you doing!?”
The boy screamed at you through his hands.
“C’moooon, you got to see my face! It’s only fair that I get to see yours!”
A groan escaped his mouth and he reluctantly let you peel his hands away from his hands off of his face. You finally got a proper look at him and your mouth hung slightly agape.
“Okay, wow, I for sure didn’t expect that.” You spoke up after a moment of silent staring in awe and he tilted his head sideways in confusion.
“What do you mean by that??” He asked you with a bewildered expression and the color of your cheeks changed into a shade of light pink as you continued to stdy his face a bit more.
“Dude, have you seen yourself? Do you know what a mirror is?? I mean, you’re like the prettiest person I know!”
The Golden guards confusion turned into embarrassment and his face turned into a full on tomato red at your words. He looked away from you and nervously scratched his neck.
“Oh, I, uhmmm I mean, thank you. You uhm, you look good too.”
The awkward state he was in made you laugh a little.
“No honey, I don’t just look good, I look amazing okay? Don’t make that mistake again.” The boy stared at you with a dead panned expression for a prolonged moment and then absolutely crumbled with laughter. This threw you off slightly, you’ve never actually heard him laugh like that before, his usual laugh was sarcastic and even mean, but this was something completely different. This laugh was honest and one could even say sweet, like a genuine laugh. And it also was one of the contagious laughs, making you laugh too the longer you watched him.
“Aw man, why in the Titan did you say that? That's so weird!” He said, trying to stop himself from laughing further, as his stomach began to hurt and happy tears formed in the corners of his eyes. After a few proper deep breaths, you two finally regained your composure and stopped laughing.
“Well obviously you found it funny too. Not to mention that even your real laugh is pretty.”
The boy picked himself up off of the ground he was laying on and went to sit back down next to you onto the bed. His face was slightly red again from your compliment and he fidgeted with his fingers nervously.
“Hey, you know, I really don’t want to fight with you all the time. So uhm, what do you say…? Truce? I mean, for now at least?” He said and anxiously offered you his hand to shake.
You thought about it for a moment and then shrugged and shook it.
“To be honest, I don’t even know why we’re rivals in the first place. I guess I felt like I had to beat you in everything to prove my worth to the Emperor, but I see how that’s stupid now. Sorry for that, Goldie.” Your words were spoken in a more serious tone than you normally spoke in and as you said that, the boy looked over to you and let out a sigh, the corners of his mouth turned slightly upwards into a small smile.
“Hunter, my name’s Hunter.”
He corrected you and paused for a minute to wait for your reaction and when you didn’t really say anything he continued.
“But I suppose I wasn’t the nicest to you either. When you joined I always felt like the Emperor was going to replace me with you, so I guess we both have our thing.” You took in his words and smiled at them, before nodding in agreement.
For a bit you two just sat next to each other in silence and you could feel your tiredness return to nag on you once more. You tried to fight it as much as you could and keep yourself awake, but before you could actually do anything about it, your eyes closed and you drifted off into sleep. As your body felt backwards into his bed, Hunter turned to look at you and realized what was going on. He didn’t really know what to do, well, he did, but carrying you back to your quarters seemed like such a hassle at that moment, so he threw that idea out of the window.
Instead, he put you into a proper sleeping position, resting your head on his pillow and covering you with his blanket. He took both of the masks that were still laying on the bed and put them aside onto his table. For a few moments he just stared at you, contemplating about what to do now, but then he shrugged and lied down next to you, his back facing yours and let out a tired yawn.
You suddenly jolted awake when you felt something warm wrap around you. It took you a few seconds of just staring into the dark, quiet, not your room to remember what happened right before you fell asleep and when it finally clicked, you also realized what was up. You figured that you probably passed out some time after your deep talk from exhaustion and he followed shortly after and while you slept, you somehow ended up in his arms.
However, you didn’t really mind as much as you were supposed to do, in fack, even if you hated to admit it, this felt somewhat nice. You still felt sleepy from the events of yesterday and in your tired state, you simply couldn’t care less what you snuggled up to as long as it was warm and comfortable while you went back to sleep. And so you slowly turned around and snaked your arms around him too, closing whatever space was left between you and him and buried your head into his chest. It sure would be an awkward morning for you two, but right now, you’ll just go back to sleep and maybe even dream.
