[discontinued] 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒, g.g ( hunter ) oneshots

𝐠.olden 𝐰.ire ˎˊ˗ ஓீ͜❨💊❜

" 𝐠.olden 𝐰.ire "

trope :; ( minor ) injury fic

summary :; y/n gets a cut— at least goldies there, right?

:: WARNING(s) ! ▸  :: MINOR::  blood, small injury !

author's ramble — so i combined one of the two things i cherish for this oneshot; wrapped rings and golden guard. this was deffo wayyy more self-indulgent than previous written oneshots; enjoy !

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 rested on his shoulder, concurrent with him writing on his homework as you and gold's eyes laid on the paper. suddenly, your small gasp that shot out was present right after the pencil's lead broke and made a dark spot on the paper sheet in the process of breaking.

his irises and yours flickered onto each other, " guess i'll have to get another pencil— again, " he sighed while your lips were pulled into a small smile with a titter flowing out, before your head lifted up for his body to move away.

" i told you to buy a new pencil sharpener-, "

" shush, " he snapped his head to view your smug expression, as your expression responded to his light-hearted tone, playful tone. your irises softened at the sight of him looking for a pencil in bag that sat on your desk. his hand pushed few strands of hair away from his eyes, before his lips parted as he noticed something behind a bag that twinkled in his view.

by the time he noticed something on one of the shelves— your head were lowered to view words pasted on the paper sheet that laid against the thin magazine, which rested on the bed. 

" what's this? " he whispered to himself while in the process of putting the still bag on the desk.

once you heard a slight sound of something harsh dropping against hard surfaces; you turned your head in a rapid speed to view the desk. your sharp hum filled the silence of the room, before you let a gasp escape, while you struggled to voice out your words. " h-hey— " golden guard abrupted your small stutters of weak protests.

" did you. . . make these things? " he tilted his head towards you as he carefully closed his fingers against the wire with a gem attached to it that glistened within the dim light from outside while his question came out softly and filled with innocent curiosity and clear fascination.

" mmmnn...urr...m... yes . . . ? " you squeaked out as your frown formed into an awkward grin for a split second before his voice dragged the spinning thoughts out of your head.

" hmmmm..." the ring reflected onto his scanning irises, " wrapped wire rings, huh? " he noted to himself as his tone came out... did he like the rings? you thought to himself, trying your hardest to cage the thought of him possibly liking them— and that tone of his did not help one bit.