if ur open to one shots maybe one where aru goes missing (post noi) and he fights and tries really hard to find her??
OMG YES THIS IS SO GOOD (also THANK YOU for gassing me up this week has been really hard for me and suddenly people are just being super sweet 🥹🥹???)
She’d been right next to him. In their big fluffy bed, a million miles from everything bad.
She had been right there.
“Shah?” He called out, sounding strangled. He already knew she wasn’t in the house, he could feel it in his bones.
He called for her again, his attempt futile.
Shaking, he dialed her phone, it going directly to voicemail.
Aiden grabbed his scimitars and his “amamma bag”- Aru loved to call it that, and-
Where was Aru??? Why is she not here???
Her phone wasn’t at home though, and he turned on the find my phone and pressed TRACK on her contact photo. It showed five miles away, in the old abandoned mall near Emory College.
Aiden buckled into the car and took off rapidly speed, breaking at least seven traffic rules in the five miles he drove. His hands were slick with panic, and he could feel his chest constricting, the same thought cycling through his head over and over again. Not again.
He parked on the street outside of where Aru was- or at least her phone was. He needed to get it together. No amount of panicking would help her if she was in trouble. He breathed deeply and searched the atmosphere for anything even close to vajra, her electrical bolt. It usually made the air more charged, a small sign he’d grown to notice over the years he’d been around Aru.
It was faint, but the smell of a storm lingered in the air. It wasn’t unlikely for Georgian Februaries to be stormy, but this smell was too… centralised. Too adamant.
He raced into the warehouse, pulling up his black hood. He heard a muffled scream and the scraping of metal, and then suddenly a thud and pure silence.
Aiden rushed forward, heart pounding in his ears. That scream was definitely Shah. When he entered the room, he saw a demon bleeding from the nose on the floor, groaning and rolling onto its side. And tired to a toppled chair, was Aru, mouth stuffed with a cloth. Aiden put her chair the right side up, pulling the gag out of her mouth with a strangled sob. She jumped into his arms, fearless, and completely unfazed, more comforting him than herself.
“I’m okay,” she told him softly. “You got me. I’m alright.”
“Not important.” She interrupted. “It doesn’t matter. What does matter, though, is getting this asshole-” she gestures to the demon with a broken nose, a neat mark of her handiwork- “dead, or out of here.”
“I vote for dead,” Aiden said grimly, pulling his scimitars out.
“And I don’t,” Aru said. She walked over to her captor, the ground practically shaking with her rage as she gabbed his face and menacingly said, “who sent you, dick wad? Who told you where I live?”
The demon gave a wimper as she continued to squeeze his very broken face. “T-the woman. Pretty.”
Aru frowned. Aiden was at a loss too. “There are millions of pretty women in the Otherworld. Which one, demon?”
“Promise. Promise you won’t kill me.” Aiden couldn’t see the expression Aru made to the demon, but its shoulders sagged for a moment before clearly responding, “Opal.” And promptly dissolving into dust.
I grabbed Aru’s hand, scared she’ll disappear, too. Again.
“Opal, huh,” she murmured, eyes unfocused.
“Shah, do you need to see a doctor? Did you hit your head? Any broken bones?”
She brightened for a second, refocusing on Aiden. “No, I’m fine.”
They walked to the car, the chill winter night willing them straight back into their blankets at home, but this time?
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