#Aaron Warner anderson fanfiction | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lxvebelle · 4 days

Text

❪ ★ ❫ safe space.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: aaron warner x ADHD fem!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: in where aaron warner helps his girlfriend with her ADHD.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: slight burnout, pet names, stress, slight eating disorder, mental illnesses, anxiety(?), comfort, fluff, use of Y/N, fem reader, modern AU (this is totally a self insert but idc because I NEED TJIS RN OKAY DONT BLAME EM GUYS BLAME GOD)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 1343

𝐀/𝐍: i like totally needed this because i just got overwhelmed and had a breakdown yesterday and i dont feel motivated to do shit todsu (its glimg to go away tomorrow but let me be dramatic smh) ANYWAS THIS IS FOR ALL MY ADHD GIRLIES WHO ARE LIKE ME AND SUFFER WITH THIS <333 (also idk if this is realistic or just normal for yall, i just put the things that happen to me everyday that classifies as adhd😾)

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐀/𝐍: ykw idk if tjis ks good or not i made this at like 1 am so im tirdx bfo but whayever ima post it and see what happens lol

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑.

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃: ✓

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: @reminiscentreader @never-enough-novels @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys @evaswarner @sc11vb @sophiesonlinediary @starrynightsxo @f4iry-bell @his-littlefox @viivdle @aaron-warner @reyreadersblog @urbanflorals @heqrtlcss (ask if you want to be added or removed from taglist! <3)

1. executive dysfunction.

(ONE example: focusing too much on one thing, OR, hyperfixation.)

now, you know that you were supposed to be doing something else. it’s about 11:20, and that’s when you and aaron eat lunch together. but, you had to finish this.

plus, it’ll only take a little while, right? it isn’t like you’ll spend thirty more minutes writing a synopsis for a book you read for a friend who asked about it.

wrong.

ten minutes later, your shoulder gets gently pushed. your eyes immediately trail to the owner of the hands and find aaron.

“i know, i know, i’m almost finished,” you say, going back to quickly typing on the keyboard of your laptop. you could feel aaron frown, his eyes still on your head.

“love, it’s time for lunch. you know you have to eat, right?” he asks, putting his hands on the armrest of your chair. though, you barely pay attention to it. “i know. i’m almost finished, though.”

aaron sighs before you find yourself getting turned around in your chair, making your arms fling to the armrest. the blond leans down so he can meet your eyes, his face stern.

“y/n. you know i love you—so much—but it’s time to stop and eat lunch. you know that,” he says, sternly, his eyes focused on you.

you frown and glance back to your laptop before sighing and agreeing with him. “okay, okay,” you grumble, getting up from your chair.

aaron smiles as he follows behind you as you walk into the living room to eat lunch with him.

2. uncontrollable fidgeting.

(a physical reaction to stress or concentration.)

you couldn’t help it. you practically needed something to fidget with. this day was already stressful with you forgetting to set your alarm clock, causing both you and aaron to wake up late; not to mention work being stressful and hard for you.

it was an instinct to fidget whenever you were stressed.

you quickly put your keys down once you made it into your house and immediately looked around for aaron. sadly, you didn’t see him in the living room, or kitchen, so you went to your shared bedroom.

luckily, you find aaron on the bed, who, surprisingly, is wearing a grey hoodie and sweatpants. you don’t have time to gawk before you walk up to your boyfriend and practically lounge on top of his chest, making him grunt in shock.

“angel?” he asks, turning off the tv with the remote before his hands wrap around your hips.

you start to fidget with the strings of his hoodie, tugging on them and folding them up. normally you’d have one of those pop-its or a different kind of fidget toy, but this time, you don't.

aaron thankfully figures out what’s happening when you don’t respond and quickly leans over to his bedside counter, careful not to move you, and gets one of the fidget toys he got for you.

huh, you didn’t even realize that was there.

“here, angel,” he says softly, smiling whenever you look up at him take the toy from his hands and start to fidget with it on his chest.

you see him grab the remote and turn on the movie that he was watching before moving one of his hands behind his head, his other hand still resting on your hip.

3. choice paralysis.

(inability to choose choices or decisions.)

you bite your lip in stress, your fingers tapping against your thigh. you and your friends decided to hang out, and they wanted to meet up somewhere again.

it was going fine until one of your friends decided to let you choose since you’d never chosen before.

“so, where are we going, y/n?” your friend beside you asks, lifting an eyebrow at you. it isn't their fault that they don't know about your adhd. only your close friends do, but they’re not here right now. and that makes this 10x worse.

“uhm… i don’t know,” you say with a shrug. saying i don’t know to things was always easier than making decisions. choosing made you panic, stressed, even though you didn’t know why.

“come on, y/n. you can’t just say i don’t know about this,” your other friend sighs, looking up at you from the floor. you nervously bite your lip, moving your feet around.

“well—i don’t really know places y’know? why don’t one of you guys choose?” you asked hopefully, hoping that they would spare you.

they didn’t.

“nope. it’s your turn to choose. we all chose,” the friend beside you says, shrugging nonchalantly. you begin to wish that aaron was there right now.

good thing that apparently, he’s a genie.

“you could just go to that cafe that just opened.” your friends turn to the voice who butted in, revealing aaron, leaning against the kitchen counter with his phone in hand.

“oh, yeah! i heard that it’s really good!” another friend butts in, smiling. the friend beside you frowns, looking at you. “are you sure you don’t want to choose this time? i mean we could let you choose—“

“no, no! it’s fine!”

4. trouble recalling commonly used words.

(you don’t remember the word you need to use, even though you’ve used it a hundred times before.)

you were pacing around your room with aaron sitting on your bed, watching you with a smile as you use your hands to exclaim your excitement about a new book you’ve read.

he always knew that books were one of your hyperfixations, and he never said no to you asking to buy piles of books.

“and then—oh my god—he literally smiled. like, he knew! he literally knew that he was going to win the case even though she worked so hard to collect—“ you cut off, trying to remember the word that you were going to use.

“uhm.. wait, what was the word—“

“proof?”

“yes! proof that he was a bastard and deserved to go to jail, but no! they just had to believe him over poor becca and nat who literally are in the fucking right! like, can you believe that?!” you rant, hitting your hand with your other hand in a chopping motion.

aaron lifts an eyebrow. “that sounds like the trial was flawed,” he says. words like that always came easy for him, which you never understood. you always had to think about easy words for some reason.

“it is! like, he’s literally so stupid and annoying—and—wait—and—irritating!” you groan, running a hand down your face.

aaron can’t help but chuckle at your aggression, hiding his smile with his hand. “shut up, aaron,” you deadpan.

5. poor sense of time.

(forgetting what time or day it is.)

oh shit, oh shit. you forgot all about this project. you quickly rush on the paper, your handwriting messy but you’re too stressed to care about that now.

you thought that it was wednesday. not thursday. how could it be thursday? you literally checked the time before and it was thursday. or was it?—you don’t remember anymore.

“angel?” aaron asks curiously, looking at your rushed state. “wait.” you continue to write down on the paper quickly, knowing that the deadline is in five minutes.

“shit, i thought it was wednesday,” you rant to aaron, continuing to scribble down words. “did you forget again?” aaron asks, though it isn’t judgmental.

“yes,” you groan, sticking your hand in your hair so you can lay the side of your face on your palm. “literally, how is it thursday?”

aaron just signs before walking closer to you, putting a hand on your back, and beginning to rub it gently in a form of comfort.

“well, now you know it’s thursday. and, you’re almost finished. even if it’s past the deadline, you’ll be finished with it quickly. don’t worry, love,” he says softly.

you glance up at him before swallowing, nodding your head softly. “yeah, yeah. thank you, darling,” you mumble, calming down. though, you still slightly rush to get through the paper so it doesn’t get late.

63 notes · View notes

zvdvdlvr · 15 days

Note

Can I have Actor Aaron Warner x Actress/Singer Yn?!?

— Fry?

🎥 - synopsis. After filming a scene, Aaron suddenly gets a frog in his throat. After getting released from set, you and Aaron head to Burger King late at night. Talk of feelings ensue.

🎥 - warnings. Kissing. Sloppily put together plot. Aaron is a germaphobe. Pining. Friends to lovers. No lip kissing. SORRY FOR NOT POSTING SOONER!!! You walked into the room, clutching Aaron’s arm tightly. With owlish eyes, you took in the casino with a starstruck look. Aaron kept walking forward, keeping you close enough to him that you were enveloped with his scent- cologne, fresh mint toothpaste, the expensive gel in his hair, and like clean clothes.

“Eyes on the prize, darling girl,” Aaron murmured quietly, tucking a stray hair behind your ear before pulling pressing his lips to your forhead. You kept your cool, smiling smally at the handsome man in from of you. You nodded. The prize? Racks of gold and information in the basement.

Aaron sat down in the seat next to a fat Italian man and a muscular German. Without wasting a second, he pulled you into his lap and wrapped his non-dominant hand around your waist as he was dealt into the game.

“Nice to finally see you, sir,” a man greeted politely from across the table. “We’ve been discussing business…” he trailed off, eyes flickering to your face. “And have been awaiting your input… Should we expect your word before the next meeting?”

Aaron leaned back, tucking his cards into your soft hands, pulling your back flush against his chest. “No need to withhold details from my wife, Senator. I promise she wont say a word. In fact,” Aaron’s eyes glinted as he stared down the men at the table, “she can’t speak.”

You watched as eyebrows shot up at the use of the word ‘wife’.

“However, should you decide to take advantage of the fact that my darling girl can’t speak… I can happily promise you that I will tear you all apart: piece by piece, tendon by tendon, dollar by dollar. You will be nothing more than another worthless piece of flesh by the time I am done with you. Understood?”

The crowd nodded hastily, faces red and sweaty.

The game of poker was simply a diversion. When it ended, the amateur robbers you hired under a fake name and different face were to be ratted out. After that, the Japanese man you were playing with would be sent up to the police station to go over security measures for the vault in the basement. From there, everyone would be spoken to by numerous officers. The men, including Aaron, would give their stories, saying that they were just a group of buddies catching up over some poker.

You were to act ill and lightheaded, signing to Aaron how horrible you felt with the rush of excitement. Aaron would explain to the officer how you had a heart condition and produce fake papers from his suit pocket. The officer would nod slowly and excuse you to the bathroom where you would ‘collect yourself’.

The interviews would be fast- there were other civilians to interview as well. Aaron would excuse himself to go check on you.

Instead of going to the bathroom you went to the basement. Earlier in the month, you’d stored a security uniform in the third stall of the woman’s first floor bathroom. Aaron’s was in the vent near the ceiling in the men’s room.

Down you went, playing your role perfectly. Aaron was about three minutes and fourty-six seconds behind you. While he was in the elevator, you had disabled the camera covering the basement and looping a clip of two hours previous so it disn’t record you or Aaron.

Aaron exited the elevator, eyes searching for you in a matching black uniform. He saw you examining the red lazer maze and coughed.

You turned.

Aaron kept coughing and started pounding on his chest. You rushed over to him and pounded on his back.

“Breathe, Warner. You ruined the scene man, we’re totally dead now,” you teased.

The blond man finally stopped coughing and stood up. “Yeah. I’d be a horrible spy,” he mused.

You laughed.

The producers and directors behind the cameras all bustled around behind you, chattering and reviewing the scene.

“Well. Y/n, Aaron. Wonderful as always. Until the end, of course,” one of your produces said, shooting Aaron a smile. “You already know we’re ahead of schedule, so you guys both have the night. Get that frog out of your throat and be ready tomorrow!”

Your assistants ushered you both to the makeup room and got busy removing your makeup.

“Are you hungry, y/n?” Aaron asked, eyeing you.

You groaned. “I’m starving. Do you wanna go get something to eat?”

Aaron chuckled, replying with “I’ll pay.”

You squealed excitedly. “Even better!”

— 🎞️

A little over an hour later Aaron watched you run toward a Burger Kind with open arms in the rain. A small smile painted his lips as he entered and saw you ordering already.

The young cashier looked at you with a tilted head, his eyes narrowed like he recognized you. Aaron came up beside you and waited for you to finish before getting his food. He shoced his credit card into the other man’s hands and felt a small rush of adrenaline shoot through his veins when you wrapped your arms around his stomach and squeezed quickly before taking your drink cup and going to fill it up.

Aaron took his card back and barely made it back to your table before brandishing a bag of antibacterial wipes and bathing his credit card in it. You snickered at his actions.

“Why did you come here if you were gonna get all germaphobic?” You asked, taking a sip of your drink.

“You wanted to come here,” Aaron asked, a finality in his tone.

“But we didn’t have to if you-“

“Y/n have you seriously not noticed that I buy everything you touch when we go shopping? How I follow you and only you around on set and on vacation when you’re around? Have you not noticed how I only smile at you?” Aaron asked, genuinely confused how you didn’t notice.

Your face turned pale and you shrugged. “I didn’t want to convince myself you liked me and then break my own heart whem you find someone you truly do like.”

Aaron scoffed. “There is someone I truly like- love, even.”

You nodded, eyes avoiding Aaron’s.

“And I’m looking at her,” Aaron finished, voice soft.

Aaron’s last name was shouted out before you could open your mouth.

When the blond came back, he set the plastic tray of food down. “Eat. We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to, but you are the only one for me, y/n.”

You nod, picking up a fry and biting a big chunk off. “I’ll need time. You’re- I feel the same, Aaron. I just…” you trail off, happy to see that Aaron Warner is Smiling at you. You really were a fool not to see it before.

“Share a fry with me?” You ask, holding out the steaming salt-covered hunk of potato. Aaron picks it out of your fingers with his teeth and stays quiet, happy to be with you.

25 notes · View notes

just2bubbly · 10 months

Text

Worrisome Mornings

Masterlist

Well, it seems I did manage to convince myself to write warnette fic: cuz why not? This one isn't necessarily about the two but it indulged me and wish it works for the same for you. Inspiration for this comes out of this post.

Book: Shatter Me

Words: 1k

Pairing: None

With Warner unable to be contacted in the morning of chapter 56, Delalileu worries himself with reasons. None that matches when he learns the actual cause.

Delalieu's POV:

Delalieu almost did have an aneurysm.

He was promptly waiting for the Commander to show up at his usual time to discuss the doings of the day. With Commander Warner harbouring enemies of the state in his personal quarters, the stability and agenda that had been maintained since his appointment had been disrupted. Delalieu himself had overseen a part of this mission that could cost him his life at the least.

He wasn't sure why he had always been so willing to sacrifice his life and work for members of Anderson family. Many a time he had been on the wrong side of power, a young man lost in the sense of manifestation. Perhaps he still was on the wrong side of power while he had seen much, he had lost more.

This way of devotion towards Commander Warner, his grandchild was his way of asking forgiveness to his daughter, Leila. Forgiveness, he would never deserve. He had seen the crimes committed by his own against his own and he had silently let them happen, overseen them at times without questioning the morality and insanity of it.

Delalieu was a man lacking in courage when it came down to crossing the lines of duty and relation, in situations when it was a need to put his blood first he had failed to do so.

It had taken multiple years to gain Warner's trust. An odd sort of bond that goes nowhere- there's respect between the two, born completely out of sincerity and years of seeing each other. What relation he had with Commander Warner could be carried with any other Lieutenant had Paris decided to appoint another.

"Family should be close," Paris had said, smiling wickedly to him the day he had been appointed.

Here at Sector 45, he worked both for the Commander and the Supreme, not letting his interactions with either mix. Delalieu was that tie between the two that secured that they were far more isolated than nearer.

Pulling himself away from his thought he glanced at the huge wall clock.

7:14.

The Commander was late by 14 minutes. If experience and memory served him right, Commander Warner was never late- not on a sick day, not when he was shot in his arms, not when Miss Ferrars was dying. Aaron Warner was a punctual man that valued his time more than people. Seeing how he had been running late for over 16 minutes now seemed to surprise him beyond his wits.

He diligently decided to wait before jumping to conclusions about the Commander's whereabouts. Patiently waiting for further 10 minutes before he decided to give in to his unease.

Delalieu called for his office, assuming that the Commander had decided to spend his morning drawing plans for the aftermath of this rebellion. No one answered the phone, as his request was met with an automated attendant. He pinches his head in worry trying to find a single reason why Warner couldn't be contacted.

Trying to calm his nervous tick, he searched for the boy on the base surveillance. Nothing. He needed to check whether Warner was out to his house in the sector like he preferred disappearing to. Alone. To keep an eye on correspondence and locals. When his search came back with no signs, he rang the operators instead.

"Where was the Chief Commander last seen ?" He asked masking his worries with an emotionless tone.

"Last night entering his quarters."

"Time?"

"2050."

"Any activity outside his quarter?"

"None noticed, sir."

"Any tanks put off from surveillance? Lost signal with any soldiers?" He asked not wanting to give away any matters for the soldiers to divulge in.

"None, sir. "

He hung up on the phone and sprang out of the door within seconds.

The time read 7:48 am.

Last sighted in his quarters which did not have any cameras as per his request and command. Delalieu knew it was stupid and naive to give in to the demands of a 19-year-old boy and foregoing protocol. With no surveillance inside the ward, Delalieu had no way of knowing what harm Warmer might have undergone.

Warner was housing revolutionaries on the base, a floor away from his quarters. Castle and his band of refugees were too deep in grief to be hosted as allies. One never knew when feelings of revenge came to the surface. Them living a floor below him gave them a perfect opportunity to do away with his cruelty for once. Delalieu berated himself for not trying to talk the boy out of his decision.

Stupid mistakes taken out of desire. Aaron was doing so much to save the girl's life only for her and her refugee of friends to take advantage of his kindness. Delalieu reminded himself that Aaron was more than capable to take care of himself but when it came down to the girl, Juliette Ferrars he failed to meet his own assessment. Love bedazzled him, like always the girl made him forget everything else. Made him do things he won't do for anyone. Ella always blinded him.

He had walked on gun ready, his card swiped in to let him enter. His mind was numb with scenarios he might come across and his body operating purely on adrenaline and years of practice.

He stepped inside the room. Only to see a sight be hadn't quite expected- clothes were strewn around everywhere. It took him about ten seconds to register the scene and now his mind was buzzing with the need to be out of the room, eyes wide in horror and cheeks flushed with humiliation. He quickly stepped back into the elevator, pressing the button to move down to his floor. As the elevator doors closed on him he had unintentionally glimpsed enough to confirm his suspicions. The two sprawled on the bed. Huddled over each other.

Back in the safety of his own office, he sighed. Not so much out of relief. There was so much past to uncover for the two.

A/N: Hope it wasn't much disappointing. I just wanted to write someting new and my old wips have haunted me for months and I wrote this down in a day instead. Taking asks for warnette now if you all can be so kind as to send them.

No taglish cuz don't know mutuals that are into this book. Do mention if you want to be tagged in future works.

#just2bubbly fics #just2bubbly writes #tahereh mafi #warnette #delalieu #chapter 56 #shatter me #ignite me #unravel me #imagine me #juliette ferrars #aaron warner #paris anderson #leila warner #shatter me series #chapter 55 #ignite me fanfiction #fanfiction

21 notes · View notes

jahayla-parker · 1 year

Text

Aaron Warner (Anderson) Navigation

NAVIGATION TOOLS:

FLUFF: ~

ANGST: *

Banners sort works by type

TikTok Prank Preference: Stuck Tampon ~

Description: blurb preference with the characters/people below based on the viral TikTok prank where the person pretend they have a tampon stuck and need their partner to help them to see how they react.

Warnings: mentions of period related items and topics, minimally suggestive words, otherwise fluff

None yet

Request info (details)

Shatter Me Series Navigation/Masterlist

Main Navigation/Masterlist (All My Works)

73 notes · View notes

bookquotes-20 · 3 years

Note

Can you please do a fic where kenji, Nazeera, and warnette are all hanging out idk what they’re doing tho probably playing among us 🤷‍♀️ (I really enjoyed For You ❤️)

This has been nearly six months in the making but I promise I never forgot it! I'm sorry for such a long wait but I absolutely ADORED your ask. Sometimes I was in months of writer's block, and other times I wrote more than I thought I could! Thank you so so much for your ask, I really really hope you enjoy it :)) ❤️❤️

Context: The fighting is all done but no Warnette proposal/engagement.

Peace in Your Arms

Juliette smiled at the feeling of soft grass beneath her hand, the blades tickling her fingers. It had been nearly a year since they finally put an end to the Reestablishment, all of it this time. The world had begun to heal, slowly but surely. There were patches of land where the Earth was returning to its prior state. It was on such a patch that they had chosen to host the one year celebration of their liberation. Liberation from a world filled with nothing but pain and strife, where hope was a rarity few saw. A celebration was necessary, a reminder that they were working toward a world where happiness was no longer scarce; that their pain and sacrifice had meaning, was worth it.

Juliette’s smile grew as she watched her friends enjoying the party. Tents had been set up for food, activities, and music. Children raced around playing imaginative games with each other, trying their hardest to pull the adults in with them. Most feigned a weak protest before joining them easily. She couldn’t blame them, the kids’ happiness was infectious.

A brush of warm lips at the base of her neck brought her back to the source of her own happiness. The one whose legs she was nestled between on the grass, whose arms were wrapped securely around her waist, whose chest was pressed firmly to her back, acting as her pillar of support in more ways than one.

She couldn’t hold in the content sigh that flew past her lips as she pressed impossibly closer into his warmth.

“Are you enjoying yourself, love?”

She could hear his smile in his voice but struggled to determine if it came from mirth at her curling into him or if he was simply smiling at her just because. Both made her heart race for different reasons. As he pressed another brief kiss to her temple, she decided she didn’t care. She simply reveled in the feeling of that rare curve of his lips against her skin. She was tempted to turn to face him so she could take in his smile with her eyes as well, but that would mean moving from her current position. And she was quite comfortable there, thank you very much.

“Immensely,” she answered. His arms squeezed her slightly, pleased at the response.

“Do you guys ever turn that off?”

Juliette smothered a laugh as she felt Aaron stiffen in annoyance at the voice.

“Shut up Kishimoto.”

Kenji held up his hands in defense from his spot across from them on the grass. “I’m just saying! Believe it or not, PDA can get annoying pretty quickly for anyone in your general vicinity.”

“Bet you wouldn’t find it annoying if you could get some,” Aaron muttered. Kenji’s eyes narrowed and Juliette shook with silent laughter.

“Behave boys,” she warned lightly. They were all used to Aaron and Kenji’s banter by now, but some days she still worried about it escalating to the point she had to restrict one from throttling the other. They never seemed far from the line between friendship and enmity.

“These two? Behaving?,” Nazeera laughed from her spot next to Kenji. “We’re more likely to see flying pigs first.” Kenji turned to her affronted.

“How dare you! I am not some little kid you have to keep warning to behave.”

She scoffed, “I’ll believe that the day you act like it.” Kenji opened his mouth to reply before suddenly freezing. His eyes went wide and the three of us stiffened in anticipation of a threat. Kenji scrambled to his feet before moving to stand in front of me.

“J, it’s the song. Our song. Come on!” The tension from Juliette’s body seeped out at the disappearance of the threat. She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Are you kidding me Kenji? You scared us half to death!” He held his hand out for her to take while look at me with pleading eyes and a pout that was too adorable to refuse. She sighed and took it, climbing reluctantly out of Aaron’s arms.

Kenji had made it his personal mission to rescue digital copies of what he believed to be the best music of the past world and had insisted Juliette experience them with him. As she listened closer, she realized it was their favorite song playing on the speakers from the music tent. A smile slowly grew on her lips as Kenji pulled her forward to dance.

She laughed as he led her in an energetic choreography that seemed far too planned to be spontaneous. His expressions changed to match the lyrics and beat of the song, further adding to her amusement, and she couldn’t deny she enjoyed his excessive twirling and dramatic pull-ins and pushes as they danced on the grass.

She was grateful for the lightness of the atmosphere and for him. How he was always there as whatever she needed, a supporter, a listener, someone to make her laugh, someone to tell her the tough reality she needed to hear and lend her the strength to bear it. He was one of the few people who never gave up on her and she would be eternally grateful for it. It warmed her heart to see the genuine carefree light that shone in his eyes; they sparked with true happiness.

“Thank you Kenji,” she said as he pulled her in after a round of twirls.

“What for?” He asked with a grin. “Being the world’s best dance partner?”

She shook her head. “For being the world’s greatest best friend.” His grin softened into a warm smile.

“Always, kiddo.” His lips quirked into a smirk. “You’re stuck with me now, whether you like it or not.”

“I love it,” she said pushing to her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. “And same goes to you.”

She saw a faint blush creep into his cheeks and her smile morphed into a grin. “Aww are you blushing Kenji?”

“Shut up,” he muttered, “Stupid J, you can’t do something like that and expect me not to fall in love with you.” I shook my head in laughter at how easily he fell back on that running joke. The pair heard a soft cough behind them, turning to find Nazeera.

“May I cut in?” She asked with a faint smirk.

His eyes lit up. “Sorry J, looks like I gotta— what?“ his eyes widened to saucers and his mouth froze midway as Nazeera stepped in to take my hand for a dance.

She turned to him with her best look of innocence, “Were you expecting something different Mr. Kishimoto?” Juliette’s laughter was barely contained at the satisfaction in Nazeera’s eyes and the shock in Kenji’s.

She heard the music in the background change to a Latin beat as Nazeera led her in a casual salsa. She kept it simple and slowly Juliette picked up the repeated steps and found herself grinning the more she got into it.

“Looks like Kenji made a dancer out of you yet,” Nazeera laughed.

“You know better than most, when that oaf becomes persistent there’s nothing anyone can do.” Juliette replied with a wink. Nazeera’s eyes flitted away for a brief second as a faint pink rose to her cheeks. “When are you finally gonna end his pining and give in to what you both want?” Nazeera opened her mouth to argue but Juliette cut her off with a look. “Don’t even think of denying it,” she warned. “I’m not blind Naz.”

In the last year, her and Nazeera had grown much closer. Aside from Kenji, Juliette would call Nazeera her closest friend. The latter had been wary at first — a lifetime in the world of the Reestablishment created a twisted idea of friendship in her mind, one that was more dangerous than it was rewarding. To Nazeera, friendship had always been a farce, a game of emotions with the end goal of acquiring power and influence. The last year had slowly taught her different. And Juliette was no less persistent than Kenji. Slowly they coaxed her out of the metal shell she had covered her heart in and slipped between its cracks. So much so that Nazeera even acquiesced to the nickname. (She would take it to the grave that the night that Juliette first called her by it, she had cried.) So long as she could return the favor with a nickname of her own.

“One day, I will Jules,” she answered with a smile tinged with sadness. “You guys loosened the bars around this heart of mine,” she said with a playful nudge, “but it still needs a bit more time before such a big leap.” Juliette nodded in understanding. Nazeera had made great leaps forward, but nothing happens before the time it is meant to. Juliette was quiet a moment. “Something on your mind, Juliette?”

Juliette hesitated.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Do you mind that I ask you to call me Juliette instead of Ella?” The question had been weighing on her mind for a while. She had asked everyone but Aaron to call her Juliette, because that was the her they all knew. But Nazeera too had known Ella, and sometimes Juliette wondered if she’d hurt her by asking her to use the name Juliette.

Nazeera smiled at her. “Ella was the girl I was always looking for. Juliette is the girl who fought beside me and coerced me into a friendship I never knew I needed, but cherish with all my heart.” She squeezed Juliette’s hand. “I don’t mind at all, Jules.” Juliette smiled at the nickname Nazeera she had received in exchange for permission to call her Naz. It was a sign that they were growing, learning to let people past their defenses in a way novel to them both.

Nazeera pushed her back before pulling her in dramatically in time with the climax of the beat. A laugh spilled out of Juliette as Nazeera’s mouth curved into a grin. The two girls giggled and danced and savored the freedom to do so till the song reached its final notes. Just as it did there was another voice speaking up behind them.

“May I finally have a turn to dance with my girlfriend?” Nazeera turned to Aaron and laughed at the tired look on his face.

“Oh relax, I only borrowed her for one song.”“I’m sorry Nazeera, but I can not tolerate that oaf any longer.” They turned to look at Kenji whose eyes were narrowed in a glare at Aaron before turning to us and waving with a goofy smile.

The girls chuckled. Nazeera wrapped Juliette in a quick hug before placing her hand in Aaron’s. “Take care of her Warner.” There was a seriousness in her voice and the look she gave him that Juliette didn’t know how to interpret. Everyone knew how much Aaron cared about her, and she about him. Why the need for a warning? Regardless, Aaron nodded to her in kind. With a satisfied smile, she stepped away and headed off to go deal with her special oaf.

Aaron’s hand wrapped around her own, but rather than pulling her into his arms for a dance, he tugged her away from it towards the forest. She followed with confusion swimming in her eyes. He looked back at her and gave a small smile accompanied by a gentle squeeze of her palm. Trust me.

She smiled and returned the gesture. Always.

For nearly ten minutes he led her through the winding thickets of the forest, occasionally raising her hand to his mouth to brush a kiss across her knuckles. She smiled at the vibrancy of the green surrounding them. Their world really was healing. After so long, there truly was hope.

Finally, Aaron stopped for a second and she followed. Wordlessly he tugged her forward and all thought evaporated from her mind. He had pulled her into the most beautiful clearing she had ever seen.

The patches of Earth they’d been walking on turned to lush green grass. The clearing was outlined by thick, healthy trees, each of which looked old enough to carry stories of a world they’d never known but were coming to see. A creek wound through the bed of verdant, the water startlingly blue and glimmering under the rays of sunlight peeking through the clouds. A waterfall spilled into the creek, water misting all along the top to give them glimpses of a rainbow before crashing into a beautiful white against the rocks at its base.

Her mouth fell open, eyes wide as they take in the beauty of it all. Juliette turned to see Aaron watching her with an expression she can’t quite name.

“Aaron,” she breathed, taking another glance at the wonder around them. “It’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful.” He smiled and extended a hand to her. Still in awe, she took it unsteadily. But the moment her skin touched his, it’s as if her every nerve calmed. The world faded away, all the vibrant hues bleaching to white until all that was left was him. Aaron.

In one fluid motion he placed Juliette’s hand on his shoulder, tugging her forward. His smile widened to a grin when she fell against him at the suddenness. His other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer still. She looked up to glare at him, but the moment her gaze locked with Aaron’s, all of the bite disappeared from her expression.

She was drowning in a sea of verdant. The hand not on his shoulder floated to his neck, carding through his hair. Every reaction of her body to him is unconscious, pure instinct. Her heart raced in her chest. She wondered if he could feel it through her skin.

It’s only when he began to sway their joined form that she noticed the music around them. Her eyes flitted over his shoulder to see an iPod resting on a boulder behind them.

Just as Juliette opened her mouth to ask where he got the old device, Aaron’s lips are at her ear. “A gift from Kishimoto.” He paused. “On loan of course.” She laughed.

“He let you borrow his iPod? What spell have you cast on my friend Mr. Warner?”

“Your friend is not who I care to discuss, Ms. Ferrars.” Juliette shot him a look. “I didn’t mean it that way,” he reassured. His voice quieted. “Right now, I just want to hold you. To dance with you.”

Juliette softened and pulled his head backward to meet his eyes. She rose to her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “Of course.”

Aaron’s eyes crinkled at the corners as the smile returned to his face. Her favorite dimple reappearing. She shifted to press a kiss to it. He raised their twined hands above them and spun her, tugging so her back was pressed against his chest and his arms folded across her front. The steady beat of his heart blended with the sweet song that enveloped them.

His lips brushed the shell of her ear as he whispered, “Love?”

Juliette hummed for him to continue. When she was met with silence, she craned her head sideways to look at him. She could hear the hitch in his breath as their eyes locked again. Hear the speed of his heart quicken beneath where her head pressed against his chest. Her hand found his cheek and worry filled her gaze.

“Aaron, are you alright?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know,” he whispered. “I just—“ a sort of desperation took hold of his voice as he spoke. “I can’t breathe when I look at you. Or find the right words to say.” He turned Juliette to face him. One of his arms stayed wrapped around her waist, keeping her close. The other cupped her face with tenderness and desperation. “Ella, I love you. I have loved you most of my life. I love you more than words can express. There isn’t a moment to come where I won’t love you.” His thumb brushed over her cheekbone, wiping away a tear that spilled over. “You are the air in my lungs. The blood in my veins. You are my world. My universe.” Aaron’s voice softened. “I can’t imagine a moment of my life without you.” His eyes never wavered from hers as he lowered himself to a knee. Juliette’s heart froze. Tears flowed freely down her face now as her hand flew to her mouth. “Ella, my love, will you marry me?”

Juliette went still. Deathly still. Struck silent in shock. She watched the hope painted in every line of his face, shining in his eyes, begin to fade into fear. “Love?” He whispered in question. The near break in his voice shook her out of her stupor as she threw her arms around his neck. They fell backwards onto the grass as she pressed her mouth to his. Smiling through the kiss. Tears falling from her cheek to his. “Is that a yes?”

She let out a watery laugh. “Yes. A thousand times yes to everything. To a future with you. To a lifetime with you. Yes to everything with you.”

A dazzling grin split Aaron’s face as he laughed and pulled her to him. His arms wound around her waist and his lips were moving over hers. His head pillowed on the soft grass. Her dark waves falling like a curtain over them. Shielding them from the world in their own private oasis. They had stolen love in a world of hate. They had stolen happiness in a world of despair. Now, they stole this moment from time. As they prepared to steal a lifetime together from the universe.

(Kenji/Juliette's Song: Love Runs Out by OneRepublic) (Aaron/Juliette's Song: Medicine by James Arthur)

#aaron warner #warner x juliette #warnette #shatter me fanfic #shatter me #kenji kishimoto #nazeera ibrahim #kenji x nazeera #kenji is my baby #they are all too adorable #aaron warner anderson #juliette ferrars #books #bookish #booklr #fanfiction #fanfic #shatter me fanfiction

142 notes · View notes

dandeliononthemoon · 2 years

Note

can i request again? ONLY if you are okay with that! delete this ask if it is too much!

6 that goes to 50 that goes to 45

for the superior ship Warnette (if you choose to do this, you can make it holiday themed cause of prompt 6!)

Girl, the way I almost wanted to refer to Believe Me because some things happen there (you really need to read it)

But! Rest assured, I have kept it super spoiler free for Believe Me

This got a lot longer than my other drabbles, so yeah idk

OH and it is holiday themed, still christmas, because it is still christmas till new year, idc what you say

Enjoy :)

Fandom: Shatter Me

Pairing: Aaron Warner x Juliette Ferrars/Ella Sommers

Prompt(s): 6. Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift, 45. Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed, 50. A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck

Words: 1506

“Nazeera, why didn’t you pick up your phone? I called you 5 times”

Juliette was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet seat, whispering.

“You know that people might be sleeping now? Or doing something else, that might be disturbing”, Nazeera replied annoyed. Juliette heard rustling, like bedsheets being moved around.

“I know, but I need your help”

“Couldn’t it wait until morning?”

“Well, it technically could but I am freaking out now”

“Are you okay?”, Nazeera asked with concern, then added “Wait. Kenji stop, I am talking to your best friend and there is something wrong”

Juliette heard more rustling and then heard a very loud and concerned “What?”

“Princess, are you okay, do we need to come down there?”

“Oh, Kenji, hi! No, it is not like that”, she sighed, “I am just concerned what to give Aaron for Christmas so I called up Nazeera cause she knows him the longest so she might help.

“Oh, and I can’t? We bonded quite well, you know, Warner and I”

“I don’t think he would agree”, Juliette heard Nazeera saying in the background.

“Well, he is an idiot”, he replied.

And then said, “Wait, so this was your emergency?”

“Yeah well, it will be our first proper Christmas after everything, and we had decided to let it be a traditional thing, where we celebrate it one day, just us. But I want to give him something and I can’t think what”.

She really wanted to do something special, every year, to make up for every Christmas he missed.

“J, first of all, it is not even November. Second, you know he is absolutely smitten on you? Like, whatever you give him, he will be so happy, like he has never been happy before, which is, sadly, kinda true. I am sure you can figure it out, and if you can’t, call us in the morning, okay? Now let us sleep”

“But-“

“You need a good night sleep, J, and we too, so go sleep, and let us sleep too”

Juliette sighed, she supposed it was quite an ungodly hour to call for something not exactly life endangering.

“You are right, I will think about it in the morning, goodnight” and hung up.

She flopped her chin on her hands. What am I going to do, Juliette thought.

“Ella?”, a sleepy voice called out.

Oh no, he’s noticed that she wasn’t there.

So she tiptoed back in the room and slipped in the bed, snuggling in his arms. Aaron let out a content sigh and resumed sleeping. But Juliette couldn’t sleep, at least not right away. She had to think of something.

---

Christmas day was approaching and it was visible. Their house was decorated with all sorts of lights, the tree full of small ornaments, some hand-made by Juliette, some bought. Aaron and Juliette took a day to decorate it together, after much insisting on Juliette’s side. But somehow Aaron insisted on hanging the little ornaments Juliette made around the house. And while those were done, there was also some extra decoration.

Mistletoes.

Everywhere, not a spot missed.

“What? There was a lot of mistletoe in house, I thought, why waste”, he said with an innocent shrug and a suppressed smile.

“We never bought mistletoe”, her eyebrow arched, with a bemused smile on her lips

“Santa gave them”

“Aaron, we don’t have stockings hanging, and by the way, who is this Santa?” Juliette narrowed her eyes

“Oh look mistletoe”, and before Juliette could react, Aaron gave a smoldering kiss that left her breathless and made her forget her question.

“I have to go pick up the cards, bye”, Aaron said before hurrying out the house.

Juliette shook her head, but couldn’t help but smile.

Aaron was a lot happier now, more relaxed. Even though there is still so much work to do, he was easing in to this new life and she loved seeing him this way.

As soon as he left, Juliette called Nazeera up.

“Have you gotten the clips and the lights? I really need to have them now”

“Don’t worry, I have them. Is Warner out?

“Yes, you can bring them now”

“Okay, see you in a bit”

And she hung up.

Juliette couldn’t wait till Christmas.

---

“Honey, as much I love this little game, I am getting impatient, what are you doing?” Aaron called out from his seat on the sofa in the living room. Juliette had gone in the bedroom to do something that he didn’t know what and it really made him curious.

“Just a minute”

After a bit she came out, with an eager smile. “Okay, close your eyes”

“Why, what are you going to do?”

“You are asking too many questions, should I get a blindfold instead?”

“Well if it is going to be like that then maybe, yes” Aaron had a teasing smile.

Juliette rolled her eyes. She went around him and covered his eyes with her hands.

“Get up”

“Okay, my supreme commander”

She pushed him on to the direction of the bedroom. Juliette opened the door to let him in and closed the door behind him, careful to still cover his eyes with one hand.

She removed her hands from his eyes. “Okay, you may open your eyes”

Aaron slowly opened his eyes and looked all around the room before he noticed what was going on. His eyes traveled to the walls, the cupboard, the dresser, every corner of the room.

He turned to the small cupboard beside the door and touched the photograph on it. It was a picture of two kids, one boy with almost white hair and green eyes, showing something to a girl beside him, a brunette with long hair and smiling at the thing. Then he noticed the photo beside it, again the same kids, but now them at the dinner table. It seemed like there was a celebration going on.

Aaron took a step towards the wall beside it, where a light string was hung up horizontally, across the wall, with photos hanging from it. Photos of the same two kids, photos of the boy with other kids, playing, eating, laughing, photos of the boy with an older woman who had a jade ring on her, feeding the boy, holding him up.

And there were so many like these all over the walls in the room, on the nightstands, on the dresser.

Aaron turned back, with tears in his eyes. Juliette had the same, smiling.

“How-, where-” Aaron started.

“I started collecting these photos a few months ago. Nazeera helped for the most part.

“You know how I had gotten the photo of us in my old room in New Zealand? Well, I wanted to know if there were more, so I searched. That is partly why I took the trip there with Nazeera so I could find them. So I collected as much as I could, I am not sure if there is more, but this is all I got.

Juliette looked up, Aaron was now standing not a half a meter from her. “I wanted to make this Christmas special for you, so that we could make new memories, but I also wanted to keep the good parts of our childhood so-“

Juliette got cut off with a deep kiss. Aaron’s hands were pressed against her back, crushing her in his embrace, as if he never ever wanted her to go. She relaxed in the kiss and brought her hands in his hair, deepening the kiss even further.

Aaron pulled away. “Thank you”, he whispered, with so much emotion, that half of it was spilled down on his cheeks. He brushed away her hair from her face and cupped it. With his voice rough, he said, “I-, you have done so much for me, and every day I am so thankful that you exist, that you are in my life.” He smiled as he said, “That you are my wife”. The corners of Juliette’s lips curled up.

“I love you, Ella, I love you”, and he kissed her again. His lips trailed down her chin, to her jaw.

“I love you too, Aaron”, Juliette said softly, while closing her eyes. Her fingers combed through his hair and her thumb brushed the nape of his neck.

He sucked on her jaw, then on the neck, which made Juliette arch her chest into his, pressing her body against him.

Aaron pushed her against the wall, hip grinding against hers. Juliette moaned.

He lifted her up and on the way to bed, he bumped against the small cupboard and the columns of the bed before he dropped her gently on the bed, his hands splayed beside her head.

“Words are not enough to show how much I love and appreciate what you’ve done, so I am going to show it in a different way”

Juliette smirked and asked with mock confusion, “Oh yeah? How?”

“You’ll see”, Aaron replied mischievously and kissed her again, which led to so much more.

39 notes · View notes

effei-s · 3 years

Text

[everything is fine in brooklyn]

modern au.

There’s no thunderstorm in New York, the sky here is clear blue, like the silk fabric of one of Warner's countless scarves.

link, tags and rating under the cut

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33844834

Rating:

Mature

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

The Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare

Shatter Me Series - Tahereh Mafi

Relationship:

Jonathan Morgenstern/Aaaron Warner

Characters:

Aaron Warner

Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern | Sebastian Verlac

Paris Anderson

Additional Tags:

Established Relationship

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

Angst with a Happy Ending

Mercenaries

#that fact that i've made warner bisexual icon in 2016???#i'm a legend what is there to say #no seriously keep that 'he's juliettesexual' bullshit as far away from me as possible #thank you #oh look i did something #oh look i wrote something #paris anderson #aaron warner #jonathan morgenstern #jorner #yes they have a ship name #shatter me fanfiction #shatter me #the mortal instruments #eff writes #modern au #THEY HAVE A DOG

17 notes · View notes

rhysismydaddy · 4 years

Text

Anniversary Fluff (Warnette)

Some Warnette was requested, and frankly, it was long overdue. If you’ve read the new books in the series, what did you think? I’m afraid to read them because I don’t want any characters to die or the plot to get ruined lol (which is what I’ve heard). Drop a comment!

______________________________________________________________

Most of the time, when Juliette took her time getting ready, it was a calming process that she looked forward to.

She genuinely liked putting on mascara and blush and fixing her hair, enjoyed the feeling of wearing fancy clothes occasionally. Well, she liked the look on Aaron’s face when she did.

Like a kid on Christmas. Every time.

But now, as she swiped ruby red lipstick over her lips and pulled her long hair away from her face, she could hardly keep her hands from trembling in anger.

Stomping to the bedroom and flinging the door of her armoire open, she decided on his favorite dress--a green silky number that was practically backless--and matching shoes.

After glancing in the mirror and deciding she liked the outcome, Juliette mentally composed herself before calmly walking across their shared bedroom and into his office.

His beautiful blonde head stayed buried in a report until he heard the click of her heals.

Just as she’d predicted, when the asshole finally looked up, his mouth dropped open and his eyebrows shot halfway into his forehead.

Without waiting for him to speak, she kept her features decidedly uninterested and stated, “I’m going to dinner.”

“What?”

She rolled her eyes, something she knew pushed his buttons. “Are you asking because you don’t understand the concept, or because you’re hearing is starting to go and you failed to hear?”

Juliette constantly reminded him he was older than her, especially when the situation seemed advantageous.

“I understand the concept and heard you perfectly, love. What I don’t understand is that we usually eat dinner downstairs together.”

She shrugged her reply. “I’m going out. With Kenji.”

“You most certainly are not.”

Her eyes bugged. “You, mister, do not get to tell me what to do. Considering you don’t even know why today of all days I want to go out and have a nice dinner.”

Aaron’s eyes narrowed, then shot open in surprise.

“Oh, is it Kishimoto’s birthday?” She was going to kill him. “I don’t see why that’s cause for celebration, but alright. Have fun.”

Juliette didn’t deign to reply, just stomped out of his office and went to meet Kenji in the car.

“He forgot, Kenji!” she yelled a few minutes later as he drove her to a restaurant in the city.

He rolled his dark eyes. “You guys didn’t officially start dating on a certain day, so maybe he thinks your anniversary is tomorrow or next week or something.”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

“Language!” he chastised, even though he himself cursed worse than a sailor.

“Where are we even going? I just want to go home at this point.”

Kenji groaned dramatically. “We are not going home, J. I spent an hour on my hair. I look amazing. And we’re going to a place downtown I think you’ll like.”

After twenty minutes of listening to Kenji singing along terribly to every song that came on the radio, Juliette was ready to jump out of the car. Until he pulled up next to a cozy looking Italian restaurant and unlocked the car doors.

“You go in and put our name in, and I’ll park, okay?”

Juliette nodded and started walking toward the restaurant, still upset.

She couldn’t believe he’d forgotten their anniversary. It was a big deal to her, and he’d acted like the day was completely normal. He’d even had the audacity to ask why she was smiling so much.

And this was Warner she was talking about. He never forgot a thing!

Except her, apparently.

She walked inside the restaurant, noticed a few empty tables, and asked the hostess for one for two people. When she gave her name, the woman smiled and said, “Follow me, please.”

As she led her past more than one empty table, Juliette interjected, “Any of these are fine, really.”

She just turned and gave her a knowing smile over her shoulder.

Weird.

It all made sense a few moments later when she opened a door and said, “Here you are.”

Aaron Anderson Warner stood next to a beautifully set table in the private room. The place was covered in candles, casting the area in soft light, and was completely empty except for their table.

He was also holding a bouquet of red roses and smiling.

Damn if he wasn’t the most handsome man she’d ever seen.

“Hello, love.”

Tears crept into the corner of her eyes as she walked toward him, the hostess leaving them alone. “Hi.”

“I can’t believe you thought I’d forget our anniversary.” He said with a chuckle. “One doesn’t forget the best day of their life.”

A tear slipped out, and he was close enough to reach out and brush it away.

Pulling her toward him, Aaron cradled her in his arm. Then scowled and muttered, “And you were going to spend it with Kishimotto.”

She smiled, and he ran a thumb across her bottom lip. “So he was in on this little plan?”

“For once, he followed his orders perfectly.”

Juliette couldn’t hold out any longer and leaned in to kiss him softly. He kissed her back immediately, hands roaming her back.

The words he’d told her long ago ran through her head. They always had, ever from the moment he’d spoken them and turned her world upside down.

I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I do want to be your friend. I want to be your best friend in the entire world.

Juliette had known then she was in love with him, but had been too scared to tell him the truth.

She wasn’t now.

“Hey, Aaron,” she murmured, hands cupping his face. “Guess what.”

His green eyes twinkled as he asked, “What?”

“You’re the friend I fell hopelessly in love with.” Pressing another kiss to his mouth, she said softly, “You’re my best friend in the entire world.”

He gave her the soft smile she was positive only she had seen, and her insides buzzed with happiness. “You’re my best friend, too, love. Let’s eat.”

With one last kiss, she sat across from him at the table and grinned. He’d been the one to save her, the one to empower her and make her realize who she wanted to be. “I love you so much.”

Aaron smiled and took her hand in his. “I love you. Happy anniversary, love.”

______________________________________________________________

Alright, back to your regularly scheduled SJM ;)

(For the tags, let me know if you want to be tagged in SJM only) @bamchickawowow @aelinfeyreeleven945tbln @studyliketate @cursebreaker29 @over300books @justgiu12 @maastrash @aesthetics-11 @b00kworm @sleeping-and-books @musicmaam @savemesoon8 @hizqueen4life @maybekindasortaace

#warner #aaron anderson warner #aaron warner #warnette #warnette fanfiction #juliette #juliette x warner #kenji kishimoto #shatter me #shatter me fanfiction

141 notes · View notes