Golden Guard Oneshots & Headcanons (stolen from tumblr)

Soulmate AU

By: golden-guard-cult 

Hunter never really paid any mind to the red string tied snugly around his pinky finger.

He had other things to focus on after all. He prioritized his coven duties over all else, the Emperor trusted him, so he had to follow through to make his Uncle proud. His daily life kept him on his toes; scout the Boiling Isles for any shifty activity, fulfill tasks and complete missions assigned to him by Belos, attend coven meetings, occasionally helping Belos through his curse outbursts. He was a very busy person, he didn't have time for "red string nonsense" as the Emperor had put it.

Emperor Belos's string is severed, something Hunter noticed a while back. There was still a knot around his finger, but the line withered a few inches down. The Emperor says that wild magic was the cause, Hunter initially believes him, but he's inclined to think that maybe his Uncle had cut it himself. Belos encouraged Hunter to cut his own, to assure no distractions in his life, but when Hunter held up a pair of scissors to the red thread, he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

He's heard of soulmates before. The guards that get assigned to his entourage talk about it every now and then; speaking of their own soulmates, that nothing can compare to them, how meeting them was an experience they wouldn't trade for the world....as a teenager, Hunter inwardly gags at their lovey-dovey speeches.

They're over exaggerating. Finding your soulmate can't be that great.

The string fades once it's a few feet away from him, he assumes it's because he's far away from whoever's at the other end of it. Hunter's never bothered to try and follow it, if he's far from them then it would be too out of the way to go searching. He doesn't have the time for that.

But during one particular mission assigned to him by Belos, he is required to travel outside of Bonesborough. The Emperor had asked him to seek out a mythical fleece, said to be capable of healing and purifying anything. Strong enough to even bring the dead back to life. The fleece is rumored to be located at the foot of the titan, which is possibly the greatest distance away from the castle that he'd ever been required to travel. Hunter would need to take a route overseas if he wanted to reach his destination as soon a possible.

He'd found his destination after a lengthy period of time, but his efforts were fruitless. After searching and finding nothing, he went to a small town in that area and asked around for it. It turned out to be a simple folklore. Disheartened, annoyed, and tired, Hunter began making his way back to the shoreline where the ship he was given for this assignment was wading.

However, a tug at his pinky stopped him.

Hunter snapped his head to his hand. The red string tied around his finger was glowing, and for the very first time, was not faded at its end. Instead, he could see the full string, trailing along the forest floor and back in the direction of the town he was in.

He was shocked, bewildered. He really should be getting back to the castle soon, to report to Emperor Belos. But the tug of the string reached his heart, pulling it along with him. Hunter had never felt an impulse so powerful— the want to follow this thread and see where it lead him. Almost like he was under a trance, he followed it. The red string wove through the trees, over rocks, around bushes, and led him back to the quaint little city. The closer he got to the other end, the more it glowed- the harder it tugged.

His surroundings blur around him, and he doesn't even realize how fast he's walking or where he is before he bumps right into someone.

"GAH!"

Hunter tumbles backwards from the rough impact, falling on his back and groaning. His helmet falls off when he hits the ground, rolling into the stone path. He sits up and rubs his shoulder that he landed awkwardly on, his eyes squeezed shut in pain. The male is vaguely aware of who's in front of him.

"Ughh..." He groans, "Who—"

Then he hears a gasp, and then the loveliest voice he's ever heard.

"It's you!"

His eyes shoot open, and he is greeted with the most breathtakingly beautiful person he's seen in his entire life. Hunter finds his heart stuck in his throat. His face is warm and his chest feels full, entire body exploding with a tingly sensation. He feels his heart skip a beat, and he's rendered speechless.

"This is so embarrassing. I'm so sorry that I bumped into you, not really how I wanted our first meeting to go..!"

Hunter stares, managing to speak through his awe, "It's— It's alright." He wants to slap himself for stuttering.

The person before him has beautiful (H/C) hair, striking (E/C) eyes, and a beaming smile that steals his breath. They seem to be in the same trance, observing him carefully. Then, their smile widens.

They reach out a hand for him to take, and after a few seconds Hunter snaps out of his stupor and accepts it. When their fingers touch, it feels like a small jolt of electricity passes through him.

"I'm (Y/N)!" They introduce, shaking his hand once he stands, "I guess we're soulmates!"

Their smile is infectious, and Hunter finds himself smiling back as well, "I'm Hunter." He replies with an awkward, flustered laugh, "And yeah! I guess we are."