Playing around with writing ambiguous relationships.
Aventurine x Bodyguard reader
NO. NO. NO. NO. NO!
Aventurine ran through the long corridors of the shambled building. An eyesore. Ignored. A perfect storage place for missing people. This is where he would have been, should have been. It was his mission, his mistake.
Aventurine slammed open doors, each one producing only a growing dread within his stomach. His heart was erratic, and he almost wished he didn’t find what he was looking for. There were no guards posted because perpetrators only came with one purpose and victims only left in one condition. Silence. It was too silent. Still the young manager stormed through the building, hoping that his noise would stir some life, somewhere.
And then he found a lump on a dirty floor. The lump didn’t start at the sound of the door opening. Trepidation padded Aventurine’s footsteps as he slowly made his way to the lump. He couldn’t even tell if it was breathing. With shaking hands he reached out to feel the lump. Cold. His hand moved towards the wrist. Faint. So, so faint. But the heartbeat was there, and Aventurine shuddered out a sigh. He couldn’t cry now. Later. When he was given permission. Right now, he had no rights to wail.
Steeling himself, he slowly turned the lump over, to see the familiar face once more. You were caked in dried blood, bruises, burns, and bites. Your skin was swollen and raw. Aventurine could smell the dirt and infection wafting off of you. He was so scared to touch you, to lift you, for fear of putting you in pain once more. So he called the medical team that was on standby outside. Watching, as they lifted you onto the stretcher, Aventurine didn’t know what was worse, your silence or your screams.
He didn’t remember how he made it back to the hospital but came to when an IPC doctor asked to speak with him.
“Under relationship it says bodyguard”.
Aventurine hummed noncommitantly.
“They have a lot of injuries”.
He wondered when he would be able to see you, to beg for forgiveness. No. That was too much to ask for. How do you forgive someone after being tortured in their place?
“It’s just,” the doctor sighed. “In our experience, no one cares about the bodyguard”.
She hated such conversations. It was so much more efficient when there were only understandings. But since this bodyguard was brought in by the infamous IPC manager, she thought she would double check.
“I just want to see, if we still have an understanding”.
She watched as the IPC manager turned his head. He still had his sunglasses on making him seem distant to the whole event. He could care less about this conversation. Probably just wants a clean report and bill for administration reasons.
“The only understanding I have is that you are a doctor, and you have a patient”.
The doctor froze at the icy tone. She watched as the man before her lifted his sunglasses. Trash.
Aventurine gave a sinister smile. “One more thing, friend, if they don’t make it,” his voice dropped, “I’ll rip this hospital to shreds so fast you won’t be able to piece yourself back together in time for your death”.
Delivering his warning, the IPC manager dropped his glasses back on, tucked his hands into his pockets and sauntered out the door. It was so much easier to threaten when they hated you.
You almost didn’t want to open your eyes. It was way too bright, and you were way too tired. Besides, you didn’t know if you had it in you to endure more pain. You didn’t dare move, conserving your energy for when they came again. You hand felt clenched, and it buzzed irritatingly. It was strangely warm too. Probably a new injury. Mustering the courage to glance at what new misery your torturers induced, you brought your eyes towards your left hand. There was another hand. A familiar hand interlaced tightly within yours bringing you down to reality. He was alive. Your eyes softened despite the frown on your face.
“Putting yourself in danger to protect me defeats the point of my existence. I’m the bodyguard, remember?”
“Did you know,” Aventurine whispered, “that no one cares for the bodyguard”.
You nodded. It was the staple of your training. Live in the shadows, die in the shadows.
“Then why,” Aventurine’s hands tightened around yours, turning his knuckles white, “were you targeted?”
Observant, he always cut to the point around you. It was his mission, but just as he was closing in, his target got alerted and put traps in the cage. Your intel informed you immediately, but you had no time to plan with Aventurine. You had to act fast to buy Aventurine time.
“I might have,” you broke off and scoffed. You didn’t think you would survive and have to tell Aventurine the truth!
“I might have insinuated something along the lines of hurting me would cause you more misery than any corporal pain. He was a fool to believe it would work”.
Aventurine brought your hand up to his lips and delivered soft, feathery kisses.
“An utter fool,” he remarked.
“So tell me IPC manager, why is your bodyguard still alive?”
“Because” Aventurine drew your hand to his heart. “I am a fool and you are my most precious friend”.
Moze didn't often like to show affection, physically anyway. He found his own way to, he'd leave you flowers he'd pick up from his walk. Or he'd tidy the kitchen or would start telling you about his day. He usually found a way to avoid people but for you he couldn't. That's why he'd asked to be your partner.
You always told him that you loved him, and did other things apart from physical affection. You were a big fan of hugs, but didnt want to push Moze too far. So you'd figured out ways to work around it.
However one day you both were on a date and a storm started to happen. Neither of you had checked the weather and the clouds when you left had shown no signs of turning grey. Lightning struck the ground and thunder followed soon after.
You hated loud noises, you hated yelling, you hated sudden movements and noises. Thunder drummed across the ears of everyone nearby, but they were able to keep walking. You froze stone still.
Moze saw you freeze and quickly connected the dots. "Hey y/n are you okay?"
"No... The thunder its-" *crack*
The thunder wouldn't stopped even with your slient pleas.
Moze quickly put his hands over your ears, Desperately trying to help you. He just wanted you to feel alright. He leaned closer to you, leaning his head on yours.
"I'm going to take you home." He raised he voice but not enough to scare you.
You nodded, hoping that the storm would pass quickly. The thunder kept going and lightning lit up the sky. You closed your eyes praying to the aeons that the storm would pass at some point. Moze lifted you up carrying you bridal style burrying you in his chest. He could get very protective of you at times and even if someone wasn't trying to hurt you. But you were distressed, he had to help.
As you made it back to your apartment, he shut the curtains and windows. You sat in a ball with your hands covering your ears. It hurt, but anything to stop the loud noises.
"Your going to hurt yourself." He said grabbing your hands off your ears.
He opened his arms, letting you curl into them. "The only time this is happening. Your distressed..."
He was warm and comforting like a summer's day. Despite his rough exterior he was extremely soft to the touch. You better savor this moment. It may be a while before it happens again.
