#aaron warner fluff

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- 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : 𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝒊 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 + 𝒂𝒍𝒕 + 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒚'𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 (𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈), 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒖 𝒊𝒅𝒓𝒌, 𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 5 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒚

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕!𝒅𝒐𝒎!𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝐊.𝐉.'𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐲𝐬... 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔: 𝒊𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒖 𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 (𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒅𝒓'𝒔 '𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒔𝒕' 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒊 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒇𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒅!)

Kenji was the first one that looked at y/n. His jaw dropping and adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed made Aaron and Adam turn. Aaron also felt his jaw drop open and his eyebrows raise. He quickly turned to Kenji. "If you don't stop undressing my woman with your eyes, I will personally see to it that your skull gets crushed," he said blank faced before striding over to his girlfriend.

"My love..." Aaron trailed off when he got closer. y/n's dress clung delightfully to her body. The dark red dress had an intricate sparkly beaded pattern sewn from the waist up. "You look... No words have the ability to describe you, my love," he murmured.

y/n smiled. "You always know what to say, darling. I'm afraid a simple 'you are stunning' will suffice," she replied, taking Aaron's hand to help her down the last stair.

The blond man looked at her as if she'd grown four heads. "'Stunning'? That is the bare minimum, y/n. I'm thinking more along the lines of absolutely ravishing." He shook his head like in a dissapointed way. "Absolutely blasphemous," he muttered to himself.

Laughing, y/n fixed a stray hair while Aaron led the pair over to where Kenji, Adam, and James were waiting. "I just put this dress on. I'd like it if it could stay on for at least an hour."

Kenji let out a loud wolf whistle before Aaron could respond. He bowed dramatically before offering y/n his hand. Aaron regretfully let go of y/n as she took Kenji's hand. Kenji twirled y/n gracefully, making James giggle at Aaron's glower. Adam couldn't help but chuckle at the way Aaron's jaw clenched when Kenji dipped y/n, making her shriek and cling to him.

"You're horrible!" y/n said when Kenji brought her back up. However, Kenji just laughed and nudged her with his shoulder.

"I like to think I'm quite outstanding," he replied smugly. "James would probably agree, yeah?"

The kid nodded, just barely easing Aaron's scowl. "I thought you were gonna drop y/n, though." he commented. He laughed harder at Kenji's offended gasp.

Adam sat back and watched Kenji and James banter while y/n retreated back to Aaron.

She easily slipped one of the blond's arms around her shoulder. "What's wrong, lovie?" y/n asked, having an idea of the look on his face.

"Just not one for watching Kishimoto twirl you around like that," he said.

y/n couldn't help but smile. "I think it's really cute when you get jealous," she said, looking at Aaron with a bright smile that he couldn't help but reciprocate.

After that, Aaron fell in a daze. The only thing on his mind was the view he had when Kenji dipped y/n. Yes, Aaron wasn't a fan of Kenji swinging his woman around like that, but he had a nice view of y/n's cleavage. Aaron criticized himself for being a pervert.

Somehow, y/n found herself sitting on Aaron's lap. Adam had wandered off, leaving James in the care of y/n, her lover, and Kenji. He sat beside the first two on hid own chair, picking at a pitiful piece of apple pie.

"You smell so good, love," Aaron murmured, resting his chin on y/n's shoulder. He pressed kiss after kiss on the sensitive skin around y/n's ear, delighting in the shiver that ran down y/n's spine. "Smell like... me," he groaned. Aaron barely withheld a smirk at the feel of y/n swatting his arm awkwardly as she tried to hold a conversation with Kenji.

Kenji yammered on about fuck knows what as Aaron wrapped his arms around y/n's waist, pulling her into him. "Aaron," she whisper-yelled.

She shifted in her spot to reach for her glass of water. Aaron kept his hold on her, giving her only a sliver of room to adjust. As y/n set her cup back down, Aaron clenched his jaw after y/n ground down on his crotch.

Seconds ticked by. Aaron had his face buried in y/n's neck while she conversed with her friend. James was slumped in his seat, eyes closed.

Aaron barely tuned in for the last part of his girlfriend's conversation.

"-better take James to his room. Kid's slumped," Kenji observed.

y/n nodded. She couldn't see Adam through the clumped groups of people but figured he'd be nearby. "See you tomorrow, Kenny," y/n said joyously. The pair watched Kenji shake his head, finish off his drink, and stand up.

"I'll get you back for that," he said, picking up James and wandering off.

"May I finally take you to bed?" Aaron asked in a low voice.

"You act as if I've been starving you," y/n mumbled back, leaning back into her lover.

The man scoffed. "It feels as if you have," he replied. "I felt positively disgusting watching Kishimoto dip you like that. Your pretty tits- Please, my love, let me take you to bed."

"I love when you beg."

He couldn't help it: Aaron whimpered. It was a quiet sound, no doubt. It came from deep in his throat, a whine that couldn't be stopped. "Please," he pleaded weakly, eyes fluttering closed.

"Take me to bed, my love. Show me how much you want to, as you said, 'ravish' me."

With that, Aaron stood up. He held y/n in his arms and happily took advantage of the crowds clearing so he could get to the elevator faster. y/n clung to him, arms thrown around his neck, watching his eyes darked considerably as he carried her to his room.

He opened the door quickly, stepped in, and locked it. Aaron set y/n on the bed carefully, as if she was made of fine porcelain. After taking off his tie, Aaron tossed it to the side, something to be found tomorrow morning.

Immediately after that, Aaron dropped to his knees, pressing kisses to y/n's legs before stopping aproximately three inches from her ankle to undo her shoes.

"Aaron..." y/n whispered. The man looked up, swallowing. y/n looked at him with such lust in her eyes Aaron felt overwhelmed with admiration for her. "Aaron please," she whispered again.

Aaron set y/n's shoes aside and stood up to kiss his lover like his life depended on it. He nipped at y/n's bottom lip and groaned when she gasped. When y/n finally pulled back, she let Aaron slide her so her head was supported by an array of pillows. "Love, flip over for me," he murmured.

When y/n complied, Aaron took his time taking bobby pins and hair things from y/n's hair. He set everything on his nighttable before he returned his attention to his lover's back. Aaron slowly unzipped the back of the bloodred dress. When he was done, he pressed kiss after kiss after kiss from y/n's neck to her shoulder to her back.

"Please, Aaron," y/n murmured. Her broken plead made Aaron feel overwhelmed.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Tell me what you need me to do to make you feel good," he whispered, easing the dress down.

The cold air made y/n shiver. "I need you... I need you to eat me out," she shuddered. "Please."

Aaron cooed. "My love's asking so nicely."

"Aaron," y/n whined. After chuckling silently, Aaron finally 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 pulled the dress off. He leaned back, letting y/n turn over bashfully. Her shadowed complexion made blood rush... down.

Aaron's eyes wandered. They, like two unstoppable forces, traced every curve and dimple and scar and pimple from the top of y/n's head down her neck to the dip of her collarbone. His eyes marveled at every feature on her body, unconciously swallowing at the vulnerable beauty laying in front of him.

"You're staring."

"You're... unexplainable." Aaron's mouth answered before he could think about an answer. "So beautiful, my love," he went on. "That complex mind of yours, always thinking things through." With that, he tapped y/n's temple. "These eyes- dear God- the way you look at me..." He trailed off, cupping y/n's face with both hands. "And your mouth, my love. I love your voice, the way you talk to me. You make me feel so 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥," he whispered, staring straight at y/n's lips. When he finished his sentance, Aaron leaned down and kissed y/n.

"I need you Aaron. I need your mouth, please," y/n begged between kisses, legs wrapping around Aaron's waist. With each groan and whimper, y/n couldn't help but grind up on Aaron's crotch, a part of her relishing in the way his pitch grew higher and high with each movement.

He shushed her when he pulled back. "I know, sweetheart, I know. Lay down, love. I'll take care of you."

Panting, y/n did as she was told. Butterflies erupted in her stomach while watching Aaron watch her. His eyes were so dark they looked like the darkest, shiniest, crystalized piece of the night sky on a person. His jawline was accuented as he clenched his jaw and ground his teeth against each other (a habit y/n noticed when he was stressed, horny, or worried). A pitiful "please" escaped it's way out of y/n's face when Aaron hooked his fingers on the waistband of y/n's ordinary pair of underwear. Her thighs shook with every intentionally faint graze of Aaron's fingers.

"You gotta stay quiet, you know. There are a lot of important people here, lovely, and who's the only person in the world that can hear those pretty sounds of yours?" His dark, commanding tone scratched an itch in y/n's mind that she didn't know she had.

"You, Aaron, you. Only you, only you."

A smile spread across Aaron's face. "That's right, love." With that, he peppered y/n's sensitive inner thighs with kisses. With one hand, Aaron unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned, and unzipped his dress pants. When he pulled away, he saw y/n biting a knuckled to muffle her whines. "Good girl, being so quiet for me," he praised.

With little warning, Aaron slipped his pointer finger right into y/n's glistening pussy. A breathless gasp escaped the woman as she tried her damned hardest to be quiet- something Aaron internally admired her for. He slowly pushed in, out, in, out while watching a blissed expression bloom over his lover's face.

When he was satisfied with one finger, he slipped in another. "You're doing so well for me, angel," Aaron mumbled. y/n couldn't tell if he was talking to her or her cunt.

He was caught in a trance, dazed by the glistening liquids on his hand that were equally spread all over y/n's thighs. "All mine," he whispered to himself. The pace which he moved his fingers sped up, and he grinned when y/n's (normally shy) hands threaded themselves into his hair to push his head down.

It made Aaron actually throb to know y/n felt comfortable enough to take her own pleasure from him. The hands that have been doused in the blood of hundreds, curling into the g-spot of his favorite girl. His lips that had uttered hundreds of millions of insults and orders to people unworthy of his time had a new purpose: to bring his woman pleasure.

Aaron's fingers kept moving as he basically made out with y/n's clit. It seemed that with the way the blond was moaning and groaning, it gave him more pleasure than y/n.

For her credit, y/n was... semi-silent. Because her hands were occupied, the only thing she could do was bit down on her lip or tongue to stifle the squeals that begged to emerge from her throat.

By the way y/n's thighs were tensing up and pressing against Aaron's head (and the way her cunt was tightening and fluttering around his fingers), Aaron knew y/n was close. Just to be an ass, Aaron slowed the pace of which his fingers moved the tiniest bit. He couldn't help but smile when y/n whined desperately: she was so responsive.

After a minute, though, Aaron had mercy and returned back to his previous pace, sucking and licking right were she needed him to.

Words were an unknown factor at this point. Aaron was hell bent on giving y/n the best head she'd never dreamed about, and y/n was trying her damned hardest not to outright squeal. The air in the room was as hot as fire- or maybe that was what this kind of lust felt like.

And then that fire bloomed into something else; something made out of love and hate, bloodlust and admiration, darkness and obliviousness.

The white hot coil snapped- shattered, was crushed and destroyed.

With Aaron's face buried between y/n's thighs, he didn't get to see the way y/n's mouth opened in a breathless scream. Her grip on Aaron's head slackened and her thighs shook.

Aaron's fingers kept up the assult, despite the dull ache in his wrist. A sweet liquid suddenly filled up his senses, filling his nose and mouth and ears, slowly sinking down his throat. It filled his heart and soul and sank into his lungs. Once again he felt the overwhelming feeling of love and lust as Aaron lapped up every last drop of y/n's release from her sensitive thighs.

Above him, y/n panted as she came down from her high. Her stomach fluttered at the pornographic squelches coming from Aaron playing with her pussy and loudly sucking hickies onto her skin. "I love you," y/n whispered, tears rolling down her face. "I'm so in love with you Aaron."

A few seconds later, Aaron tore himself away and sat up. He hovered over y/n's body, his muscular, scared body versus the softer, curvier frame of y/n's showed the beautidully imperfect juxtaposition between the two. "Love," Aaron cooed, pulling y/n's hands from her face. "Sweetheart, I love you too. Come on now. Dry your tears, lovie. You did so well, staying quiet. I need to clean you up, okay? Are you here with me, lovely?" His soft voice asked. With enough care to make a grown woman cry, Aaron slipped his arms under y/n's waist and the other supporting her unclothed back. He picked y/n up without waiting for her answer and started to the joint bathroom that was redone.

"What about you?" y/n murmured into Aaron's neck.

"I'm fine, love, don't think about me," he responded. Even if his brush off was abrupt and y/n felt bad, she didn't have the energy to say anything else.

While Aaron moved around, y/n traced the numerous scars on Aaron's back. She heard a bath being drawn as she dozed off.

"Sleep, y/n. I'll take care of you" was the last thing y/n heard before she fell asleep in her lover's arms.

[beautysamour]

hi eir! I’d like to make a request for an Aaron warner x reader where the reader is sick and Aaron has to take care of her 🧎‍♀️

TNANK YOU <3333

Yes.

Swooning season

Pairing: Aaron Warner x reader

summary: It’s flu season and unfortunately; you’ve caught it. Luckily you have such a loving boyfriend to take care of you.

warning/s: none

a/n: aaron warner makes me weak in the knees.

enjoy !!

“Lay down,” your boyfriend ordered you while putting a hand on your shoulder, already beginning to push you back down on your bed with his eyebrows furrowed. He hated seeing you in any kind of pain.

You allowed him to push you down, a small smile on your face as you watched him pamper you.

“I love you,” you said with eyes that would be described as dreamy, could anyone blame you though? Aaron Warner pampering his sick significant other is definitely something to swoon over.

He brought a hand up to your forehead and brushed some of the hair that had begun to stick to it, as his expression softened at your words he brought his lips up to your temple, “I love you too,” he whispered back.

You’ve heard him say that very same phrase to you over a hundred times, yet it manages to make you weak in the knees every time, it’s a good thing you weren’t standing.

After a few seconds on Aaron keeping his lips on your temple, he pulled away to look at your face, your eyes to be specific, but that romantic desire immediately fleeted when he saw your beaming red face.

“What happened- here,” he quickly began to open a water bottle and pushed it towards your face, “are you ok?”

You tilt your head on your pillow now confused, “My love,” you begin to say but struggle to continue as you start to giggle; realizing that he took your red face, caused by blushing, as a sigh of you being in pain, “I’m ok- I was blushing. Im surprised you couldn’t feel my love for you in the moment.” You tease at the rare boost of energy you suddenly received.

Aaron sighed as he lowered his hand with the water bottle in it, “Of course I could feel it, I just didn’t realize a change in reaction since I’ve been feeling the same thing from you all day.”

He brought the water bottle up again; pushing your hand away as you reached to grab it, “I got it, you’re too weak right now.”

And just like that, your lovesick expression turned into a heartbroken betrayed one.

Aaron frowned as you pouted, feeling the change in your emotion for the first time today.

Feeling hurt that he called you weak, you pulled up the blanket that was previously resting on your legs and turned to lay on your side, facing away from your boyfriend. You weren’t weak, you were just sick.

Normally if you were feeling better you wouldn’t have reacted this way because he obviously didn’t mean it like that, but you weren’t feeling better. So you blame it on the sickness.

Aaron internally cursed at himself, even though he was right. Half of him was saying that he shouldn’t feel bad for stating the obvious, but the other part, the other part that couldn’t ignore the fact that his words managed to throw you off your lovesick demeanor was upset.

He set the water bottle he was holding on your nightstand and tried to pull the blanket up so he could apologize by cuddling you under it. Being the stubborn person you are, you mustered all the strength you could and gripped onto you blanket making sure that it wouldn’t budge.

Aaron softly sighed at this, he hated seeing you upset. Even though he was upset that you were upset, he couldn’t help but smile as he found the view in front of him adorable. You, pouting, with your eyes closed and your entire body covered except for your head and your arms that were now above the blanket, keeping it pinned down. It was enough to make him feel weak in the knees.

A few minutes passed, probably, as silence filled the room. You were beginning to wonder if your boyfriend left but you didn’t remember hearing any noises coming from the door, at the same time though you were getting tired so your memory was a little hazy.

With your curiosity getting the better of you, you turned in your bed and felt your entire body freeze due to surprise. Aaron Warner, your ever so loving boyfriend, had his head on your bed, his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed as he rested his body on his knees.

You felt your heartbeat start to increase at the sight. Aaron Warner was always beautiful but him asleep was a different kind of angelic view.

As you began to internally swoon over your boyfriend again, you took notice of his furrowed brows and guilt immediately took over. You hated seeing him in any kind of pain, both physical and emotional, and you hated whenever he didn’t look relaxed in his sleep because he deserves to relax.

“Aaron,” you whisper as you run a hand through his hair. He opens his eyes quickly and sits up even quicker, now on full alert.

“What’s wrong- are you hurt? Do you need water?” He reached for the water bottle rested on your night stand, but you stopped him by reaching for his arm.

“I’m ok,” you croaked out, he raised an eyebrow as you cleared your throat, “just tired.”

He relaxes at hearing that nothing was wrong, that you weren’t in pain, “Then close your eyes, go to sleep.”

You shake your head, “Can’t.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

You widened your eyes at his question, he thinks you want him to leave? “What? No- no, I want you to stay,” you push yourself up on your elbow and reach for his hand, “I want you to sleep next to me.”

This time Aaron widened his eyes, he was surprised that you weren’t completely upset with him still, “Ok,” he whispered before pushing himself up on his feet and pulling the blanket up; wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in closer to him, ignoring the way you tried to push against his chest.

“I don’t want you to get sick-“ he interrupted you with a hush, “I’ll be fine,” he reassures as he pulls you impossibly closer, resting his head atop yours.

After a few moments of shuffling under the blanket, you two finally settle into a more comfortable position; with Aaron spooning you from behind.

You think a few minutes passed again with just silence filling the atmosphere, and you still can’t sleep, feeling as if something was left unfinished.

“Aaron?”

He hums in response. You don’t turn your body towards him, you just continue talking, “I’m sorry for getting mad at you.”

Aaron mumbles something you can’t quite make out, obviously on the edge of his consciousness, “I shouldn’t have called you weak, so it’s all right,” he says quietly.

You force a chuckle out, “You were right anyways.”

“Yeah, I was.”

You snicker at his response. “Aaron?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[lesbianjackies]

may i request some aaron warner content? something fluff, please!!

🌧️ rainy days 🌧️

aaron warner x gn!reader

word count: 649

warnings: uhhh slightly suggestive, use of pet names (love, sweetheart)

summary: you make warner go out in the rain with you.

taglist: @gg-is-a-loser @puppy-coded @starstruckwillows @sw34terw34ther @katsukis1wife @manyfandomsfanvergent @kingjuli3n

a/n: prompt from @liquidflyer; warner is autistic because i said so <3

“it’s just rain!” you laughed, spinning in a circle as your boyfriend hunched his shoulders uncomfortably. “it won’t kill you.”

aaron scoffed. “i know it won’t kill me, love. i just don’t like it.”

“why not?” you asked, pouting. “scared your pretty clothes’ll get all messed up?” you were just teasing, but you could tell you were right from the embarrassed look on aaron’s face. “aaron.” you marched toward him. “just have fun with me. your clothes will be fine—it’s just water. i need this,” you added quietly.

aaron’s expression softened. “okay,” he relented, voice gentle and quiet.

“besides,”—you smirked—“our clothes’ll be all wet and we’ll have to take them off.” you eyed him innocently. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you, aaron?”

he flushed, just slightly, and you tried not to seem too pleased with yourself—not that it would make a difference with aaron’s energy. he was constantly making you flustered; it felt good to turn the tables. “yes,” he mumbled, and you grinned.

“c’mon.” you grabbed his hand and pulled him over to a puddle. “jump!”

he raised an eyebrow. “jump?”

“mhm!” you nodded earnestly. “it makes the water splash all around you! it’s super fun.”

“no offense, love, but that does not sound like very much fun to me. it sounds like voluntarily soiling your clothing.”

“aaron!” you whined, shaking his arms.

“all right, all right!” he sighed.

“okay. one… two… three!” you jumped, rising high up in the air and bringing a splash of muddy water flying up in your wake. aaron hopped weakly in place, barely rising five inches. “that was pathetic,” you deadpanned.

“you’ve gotten mud on my clothes!” he said in reply.

you rolled your eyes. “they’ll wash, princess.” he pouted, an endlessly amusing expression to see on his face. “okay, okay, no more jumping.” aaron looked incredibly relieved. “i wanna do something else.”

“what, love?” he seemed nervous.

you twisted your lip, mildly embarrassed. “it’s a bit stupid…”

“come on, sweetheart, what is it that you want to do?” he asked softly. “you know i won’t judge you.”

a smile bloomed across your face. gosh, you loved him. you loved him even more when he called you sweetheart. “i wanna kiss in the rain,” you told him. “like in those old movies from before the reestablishment took over. it seems fun, or romantic, or something; i don’t know. i just wanna try it.”

aaron gave you a small smile. “okay. that’s not stupid, love. it sounds significantly more enjoyable than getting mud on my clothes.”

your already large smile exploded into a grin. “yay!!” you did a little jig to celebrate, and aaron laughed at you, but not unkindly. “okay, um, so—”

aaron cut you off, grabbing your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. rain dripped into your slightly open mouths as your bodies grew closer and closer to each other. he lifted you up with ease, not disconnecting his mouth from yours for a second as you wrapped your legs around his torso.

you were breathless when you broke apart, staring at aaron with wide eyes. “i—”

“was that sufficient?” he asked before you could finish, brow furrowed in genuine concern. “did it live up to your expectations?”

“yes,” you replied, hardly breathing. “that was—that was—um, yes, it was sufficient.”

aaron nodded. “good. i quite enjoyed it as well.”

a grin broke out on your face. “good.”

“do you want to do it again?” he asked.

you shook your head. “nah. i have something else in mind.” you tugged at his shirt and he picked up on the hint, eyes wide.

“okay.” now he was breathless. he repositioned you in his arms so he was carrying you bridal-style and ran inside, rain flying off his suit and splashing up the from the ground.

[ravisinghs-wife]

Hii!

Could you please do Aaron Warner x reader dating post? cause I live for that man.



Aaron warner x gn!reader

warnings: ooc!Aaron (?), I changed the timeline and a tiny bit of the plot from unravel me, my poor attempt at writing anything besides headcanon, cringe writing, mention of being drugged, being shot, curse words

word count: 1.6k +

notes to the reader: reader's gift is to make people believe and do everything they say. reader has been at omega point since their childhood and is best friends with kenji. reader wears a dress

other notes to the fic: Juliette and Aaron are just friends (well still kind of enemies, but Aaron's main focus from bringing her to the reestablishment was to help his mom, instead of rescuing her bc he was in love with her), a/n: I am SO sorry that this took so long, I'm currently trying to work on my request before I open them again but I just don't have that much motivation to write rn😭, I hope you still like it:)), my first language isn't English so please respect that, I tried to write something different from what I normally do...

Masterlist

you two met when he was taken by omega point

after he was allowed outside of his room, and castle made sure that Aaron wouldn't destroy any more furniture, he kept seeing you on his daily walks with castle and began asking questions about you

"what's their name" Aaron looked focused, directing his question to the person joining him on his walk. Castle waited a few seconds before answering Aaron's question: "y/n, their gift is to make people believe and do everything they say" Aaron gave you another intense look before turning his attention to castle again and nodding, to signalize that he understood him.

after that he kept noticing you and eventually agreed to eat dinner with the others, just so he could sit at the same table as you and listen to your conversations with Kenji

you had been friends with Kenji for as long as you could remember, so you always sat at the same table, different friends of yours joining you both, be it Ian, Brendan, lily or the brand new members Adam, James or Juliette, with whom Kenji was especially close

but when the new omega point member, the infamous Aaron Warner joins you both you of course notice him

you also didn't miss the glances he kept sending you

so when castle, who also didn't miss the glances, asked you to train him you rushed to say yes because you just couldn't believe that a person could be so pure evil like Adam pointed him out to be

yes, he let someone tortured your best friend (which you still were pretty pissed about) but you believed that there could be something nice in him and assumed that he was under much stress due to his father, who you haven't heard a single nice thing about

his first training session was on an Tuesday afternoon, to which he arrived exactly on time and in perfect clothing, as if he somehow found a way to iron it

you started with some simple tasks to try to find out what exactly his power is and why he is immune to Juliettes touch

around three sessions later you come to then training session in your prettiest dress that you normally safe for special occasions

aaron, he demanded that you call him by his first name, immediately had one of his rare smiles spread out on his face when he saw you in that dress

he kept asking you to do a twirl so he could see the whole dress but you refused at first

it wasn't until he came closer to you, held your hands carefully in his and asked like a little puppy "please to a twirl for me, my beloved" that you made one with a shocked face

when he saw your expression he rushed to stop you and asked panicked if everything was alright

you told him that he just practiced your gift and couldn't do anything but do a twirl

after that both of you quickly figured out that his gift was to practice other peoples powers and copy them

the night after you are me in his room, trying to work on his powers

you do that until you notice him staring at you

"what's wrong Aaron?" you ask, looking concernt at the boy. you notice that he isn't smiling or grinning a bit like he normally does when you say his name. "my beloved, I- I'll have to leave in the morning. My father can't suspect that I'm here or where exactly omega point is, he'll know soon if i stay longer. I can't put you at this risk." You were shocked to say the least. "Aaron you can't- how would you even do that? Do you even know the way out?" "I wasn't really unconscious when I was brought here, you know? And I found a way to navigate myself around here in the last two months." He looks at your shocked face before adding: "But don't worry, I won't tell my dad or someone else about anything here. I'll hope that you'll miss me the same amount that I will miss you. I hope we will see each other soon again"

He doesn't let you protest any further, gives your hand a gentleman-like kiss and leaves

you had absolutely no idea where he went to, it was his room that you spent your time just mere minutes ago in, after all

still in shock you don't even think about following him, the only thought in your head being that he would be gone tomorrow and will probably spent his time with his pathetic excuse of an father

You don't even think about telling castle or someone else at omega point about Aaron leaving, and at the morning of the very next day you find out that he succeeded

days pass until each member from the rescuing mission of Brendan and Winston, who where both kidnapped my Aaron's psycho dad, Anderson, were ready and prepared to start the mission

the mission seemed to go well until you saw the bombs falling from the sky directly on the place where omega point was located

you were in shock and didn't notice the arms grabbing you and dragging you into a tank

you'd been handcuffed and your eyes were covered with a cloth

there was a voice saying something but you didn't catch was it was saying

someone forced a liquid down your throat and you soon passed out after that

the first thing that you noticed was the warm light

you sat in a kitchen chair but soon noticed that a person, who you assumed to be Anderson, Aaron's dad, because of the obvious resembles, joined you

shit

you didn't catch everything he was saying because you were still feeling dizzy from the drug you were forced to consume, something about revenge, the stupidness of his son (who apparently had joined you two), leading and shooting someone

you soon found out that with someone they meant you, when you were shot in the chest

right into your heart

being shot and drugged at the same day wasn't a nice feeling

you were bleeding and if it didn't stop soon you'd be dead in a few minutes

and if that would happen you couldn't exactly tell because you passed out

for the second time today

it was a shock, to say nicely, when you woke up next to Aaron

he immediately asked you if you were okay but you just stared at him

"I- What the fuck happened?" "my father he- he wanted to 'teach me a lesson'. I'm sorry, my beloved. If I never would've asked him to spare your life he wouldn't have tried to kill you or make me try to kill you." he rambled, trying to explain the earlier actions. But one question was still lingering in your head: "why exactly would you have asked him to spare my life?" He could've carered so much more about someone else's life than yours. Juliettes or maybe James. Besides his constant dining you were sure that he cared at least a bit for them. "Because I care for you, my beloved." You don't know what to say after this confession and just look at him and take his hand into yours.

that's how you met&lt;33 sorry, I got carried away

anyway

that man SPOILS you

you see a pretty flower at the market? It's yours. There is a new collectors edition of your favorite book, but it's out of your price range right now? It's on your desk the next day. The limited edition vinyl that just restocked? already ordered, you get the deal

despite everything he says he actually loves dogs and you'll get one when everything with the reestablishment is over

he'll always pick out fancy colars for the dog and style it<3

he definitely has a fashion blog and posts his daily outfits on there

he'll also pick out your outfit everyday and he always tries for you two to match

every time you go shopping with Juliette and/or Kenji he insists on tagging along so you don't chose some ridiculous clothing items that would wash you out or something

he's obsessed with coffee after delalieu introduced him to it

and when you already like coffee you two have this ritual that every Sunday you guys drink a cup coffee on your balcony and just enjoy the early morning

but if you don't like coffee he always tries to get you into it and 'accidentally' places an extra cup on the breakfast table

"i promise my beloved, it's really good you just have to try it for once"

his love languages are words of affirmations and physical touch

he can't go longer than five minutes without touching you

he always has his hand rested on your lower back or holds your hand because your touch comforts and relaxes him<33

also loves to hold your pinkies

he may not look like it but he LOVES cuddling

you can't sleep anymore without you normally grumpy boyfriend squeezing you like his life depended on it

he also loves to rest his head on your belly before sleeping, while you both read something

he's so mesmerized by your presence

he tells you at least ten times a day how gorgeous, smart or lovely you are

you could literally just walk to the kitchen to get a snack and he'd drop everything to tell you how much he loves you

at the beginning of your relationship he was way more open than you expected with his feelings and already told you one month in the relationship that he loved you

I don't know why but I think he'd write you poems frequently

[aceoutofthedeck]

Need a foolproof method to get over him? Read a fluffy fanfic of your fictional crush, preferably written by an academically burnt out 17-year-old, and see that he will NEVER measure up to your fictional crush.

[beanxiv]

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Favorite Surprise | A.W.

summary: You and Lana surprise Aaron when you come home from a doctor’s appointment.

pairing: dad!Aaron Warner x mom!reader

includes: fluff, pregnancy hormones, kissing

a/n: i love my blonde husband 🤍

When you were pregnant with Lana, you never felt the need to throw up in the mornings. You always felt light headed and tired, but you never felt the need to empty your stomach. You always thought throwing up was something that a mother had to go through when pregnant, but your case proved otherwise. When you and Aaron were worried about the situation, you went to the girls about it. They assured you that all was well with you and your child and that sometimes women don’t feel the need to throw up in the mornings. You and Aaron thought it was because you hated throwing up in general, so your mind automatically would never do it unless absolutely necessary.

However, you were thoroughly surprised when you threw up this morning the second you woke up. Aaron was shocked to say the least. He immediately came to your side and held back your hair while rubbing your back as you emptied the contents of your stomach in the toilet.

“Love, what did you eat last night?” He pushed your hair out of your face. His eyebrows were pushed together and his eyes were darting across your face. “Do you remember?”

You shake slowly, feeling a headache approaching. You grab on of his hands and squeeze it, feeling for the pulse. “I ate the same things you and Lana did.”

Aaron sighed and kisses your temple delicately, “Maybe it’s just a stomach bug, love.” He thumbed your hand softly as you flush the toilet. “You’re okay, it’s okay…” He helped you stand, grasping at your hands when you stumbled. “Do you want medicine?”

“Yes, please.” You lean against the sink, needing to rinse your mouth of the horrid taste.

As he left the bathroom — albeit checking you once more before leaving — you let your thoughts consume your mind.

It felt so horrible to throw up in the morning, and you were so glad your daughter didn’t have that effect on you when you still carried her. And your headache that throbbed your frontal lobe just made you more nauseous, but there wasn’t anything you could if it truly was a stomach bug. You would just have to let it pass.

Over the next few days, your nausea wasn’t relenting. You threw up more and more each day. Your mind was reeling at the constant battle of getting up every morning just to throw up. Fortunately, Aaron had been gracious enough to take care of business whilst you stayed home from work, trying to get better from whatever was causing your morning sickness.

You would out that the sickness would only last for the mornings and you would be fine the rest of the day. That meant, you were still able to make sure Lana got to school and back. But the mornings would completely tarnish your mood for the day.

For instance, today you were helping Lana with her breakfast when you ran to the bathroom to throw up. Of course — like the sweet angel she was — she brought you a cup of water to help soothe your throat. She didn’t understand what was happening, but she knew if she saw you in a distressed state that she had to help.

“Mommy, what’s wrong?” She sat on the tiled floor beside you, rubbing your hand in confusion and slight distress. “You’re throwing up a lot now.”

You give her a weak smile and run your fingers through your hair, flushing the toilet. “I’m not sure, baby. I think I have to go to your Aunt’s workplace to check it out.”

“Are you sick?” Lana touched your cheek, something she gained from you and Warner when checking her temperature.

The look in your eyes softened at her action, “Maybe.” You squeeze her hand in reassurance. “But right now, you need to get to school, little miss.”

Like always, you drove Lana to school and pressed a delicate kiss to her cheek before waving her off, smiling as her blonde curls bounced with each step. You sighed softly and drove home. You called the girls on the way home and scheduled an appointment after you picked Lana up from school. They told you that your sickness was definitely not something to worry about.

When she hung up, you called Aaron and informed him of your appointment, allowing him to know that you were going to finally understand what was happening.

“Aaron?” You ask softly as the ringing stops, making you look down at your phone.

You heard shuffling coming from his side before he responded. “Yes, love?” He shifted around some more before speaking again. “Is something wrong?”

You put the car in park and sit idly in the leather seat, massaging your stomach carefully. “I made an appointment with one of the girls. I’m heading to their place after I pick Lana up from school today.” You rub your forehead again, “I��m tired of not knowing what’s happening to me.”

It gets quiet between you two before you pick up Aaron’s voice again, noticing the hesitation underlying the question. “You don’t think you’re pregnant, right? I mean, the girls said morning sickness is usually paired with pregnancy.”

The moment he mentions pregnancy, you think about your symptoms. Sure, you had similar symptoms when you were pregnant with Lana, but you didn’t think throwing up would ever be part of it because of your daughter. You spin your engagement and wedding rings, thinking about the possibility. You wouldn’t be mad at the idea. In fact, you would be elated yet heavily surprised.

“I… I don’t want to rule it out, I should say.” You murmur and move to get out of the car. You rub your stomach subconsciously at the thought. “I’ll let you know what happens.”

You and Lana patiently sat on the examination table, waiting for one of the girl’s to enter. She was telling you all about her day in preschool as you ran your fingers through Lana’s blond hair. She was in the middle of telling you what happened during recess when Sara walked in. Well, her godmother.

“Aunt Sara!” Lana giggled and hugged her aunt’s legs in excitement. She tugged on Sara’s white coat, bringing her closer to you. “Will you help mommy feel better?”

Sara looked down at her goddaughter and rubbed her cheek, “Of course. I’ll do anything to help your mommy.”

You mouthed sorry to her at Lana’s unexpected behavior before smiling. “Sorry for the rushed appointment. I just need to know what’s going on with me right now.”

“No need to apologize.” She helped Lana up onto the table and squeezed your arm in comfort. “Sonya said that if our powers don’t work, it might be something different. We have to run a few tests to be sure.”

Although you trusted Sara with all your heart, you were nervous. What if they were dealing with something new and couldn’t heal you? What if the tests say something horrid? What if—

“Have you tried testing to see if you’re pregnant yet?” Sara tapped her pen on the clipboard, reading your symptoms. “Morning sickness is common with pregnancy.”

You shake your head as you look over at Lana who was reading a book far advanced for someone her age. “Aaron thought the same thing… I thought that it couldn’t be because I didn’t throw up when I was with Lana.”

Sara felt your forehead slightly for any odd temperatures, “It’s always a possibility.” She glanced at your daughter before looking back at you with a newfound interest. “Why don’t you take a test here? We’ll run it for you before we try any other testing incase you may be pregnant.”

You flush red, “Uhm…” You watch as she moves to grab a cup and hands it to you. Looking around, you point down to the cup. “Do I just…?”

“Yup.” She gave you a humorous smile. “This could’ve been avoided if you took a test at home, love.”

Lana whipped her head up at the nickname as you moved to head to the bathroom. “Aunt Sara! You can’t call mommy love! Only daddy is allowed to call her that.” She glared at her godmother, making you stifle a laugh as Sara looked at her with wide eyes.

Sara raised her hands slowly and played into Lana’s thoughts, “Sorry, I won’t do it again!”

Your smile softens as you think about your life with Lana and Aaron. You thought it was impossible to love one person so much. But then Lana came into your life and you found it impossible to share your infinite love with the both of them. Truly, your heart was so full when it came to those two. From the second you met Aaron and the second you met your child, you were too far gone to see how madly in love you were with them and how you hold do anything to protect them.

When you returned with the cup, it seemed as if Lana made up with Sara as she spoke about her school day animatedly. You handed Sara the cup carefully and sat next to Lana, letting her climb into your lap.

Sara capped the cup before grabbing her clipboard and smiling at the both of you. “I’ll be back shortly.” She gave you one reassuring smile before leaving.

You ran your fingers through Lana’s blonde hair for a minute before she spoke up, curious to why you handed her godmother a cup of something.

“What is she gonna do with the cup, mommy?” Lana looked up at you with her bright green eyes, playing with your rings.

“She’s going to test if mommy has a baby growing in her tummy.” You respond softly and kiss her cheek. You watch as her mind processes the information.

“Really?” Her eyes shined brightly before confusion took over. “Wait, how would a baby get into your tummy?”

“Well we don’t know if—“

Sara rushed in the room with a smile on her face, handing you a paper. You took the paper gently and read its contents, eyes widening as Lana gave you another curious stare.

“You’re pregnant!”

You nod softly, hand going to your stomach in joy. “Oh my god…” You look up at Sara before looking back at your daughter. “Oh my god, I’m pregnant.”

Lana squirmed in your lap, not liking that she didn’t understand what was happening. “So… There’s a baby in your tummy?”

You nod again and kiss her cheek over and over again. “That’s exactly what being pregnant means, sweet angel.”

The second you parked the car and unlocked the manor’s doors, Lana came running into the halls, her voice echoing through the gigantic space. “Daddy, we’re home!” She giggled as she held a crème envelope in her arms, looking back to see you walking behind her. “Daddy?”

Aaron responds from his office down the hall, eyes darting across the many papers surrounding his desk. “I’m in here, angel!” His eyes snap up as he hears Lana burst through his office doors, practically bouncing off the walls with how much energy she had. “Did you have too much sugar?” He teased as she smiled up at him, leaning back in his chair. “Why are you so hyper?”

“Because mommy—“

You cover her mouth and shush her. You stifle another laugh at her muffled protests, rounding around the desk to press a loving kiss to Aaron’s lips. He smiled into the kiss and chased after your lips when you parted.

Snapping out of his daze, he raised a brow in your direction. “What was that for?”

“The kiss or this?” You gesture to your daughter licking your hand in silent protest for being shushed.

He shrugged as he took your other hand and guided you to sit on the desk in front of him. “Both.”

You blow him an air kiss and sit on the desk, releasing Lana from your hand and wiping it on your sweater. “I’ll let Lana tell you since she was about to spoil the surprise we had for you.”

The young girl immediately climbed into her father’s lap, holding a pretty envelope in front of his face. “This is from Aunt Sara!” Lana looked back at you and giggled, making you shush her again.

Aaron gives you a curious glance before opening the envelope. When he pulled a paper out, he was slightly confused before flipping it over. It was a sonogram. At first he thought it was an old one of Lana when she was still in you before he glanced at the date in the corner and the small dot in the middle of the picture.

Lana looks back at you again as she saw her father’s reaction change. You nod and Lana grins widely, “Surprise!”

You meet Aaron’s eyes as he looks up at you, tears in his own eyes as you say softly, “Surprise!”

Aaron smiles back at you and holds Lana steady in his arms. He moves to stand in between your legs and bends to meet you in a mind searing kiss, making you squeal in surprise. He separates and rests his forehead on yours, “You’re pregnant.”

“I’m pregnant.” You cup his cheek as he kisses you again and again. You hum and continue, “And I definitely think it’s a boy because of how many times I’ve thrown up.”

He chuckles and continues peppering your mouth in kisses, “Oh god, you’re pregnant.” He shuts his eyes softly before opening them again, giving you more kisses. “I couldn’t love you more

Lana pouts as she doesn’t receive attention from either parents. She taps her father’s cheek, snapping him out of his small spell. “Daddy.”

“Yes, baby?” He parts from your lips and adjusts his daughter in his arms, putting her in between the both of you.

She smiles again when she realizes she has both yours and Aaron’s attention. “Did you like the surprise we had for you?”

“My favorite surprise ever.” He kissed her cheeks as she laughs. “I’m so happy. I’m so happy for mommy. And I’m so happy for you, Lana. You’ll be a big sister.”

“I am happy. I am very happy.” She nods as she processes his words before touching your belly softly. “And I think the baby will be happy too.”

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BEDTIME - aaron warner x fem!reader

characters ~ aaron warner x fem!reader, warner daughter

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req? yes (anon)

synopsis ~ aaron and you just welcomed your first beautiful child into the world. While you are recovering from the birth, aaron is doing everything possible to help <3

a/n ~ this is a req from an anon so thank you so much! I’ve never written for aaron before so I hope you like it! p.s I’m a bit awkward writing x reader so please forgive me 😭

“Aaron.” you groaned, he looked up. “yes, love?” “why are you attempting to build a cot?” Aaron looked down at the hammer in his hands,“well-“ you raised an eyebrow at your husband. “I was trying to help but I can’t seem to work-“

“Aaron.” Aaron dropped the hammer with a sigh, he stepped towards you and dropped a kiss on your head, “we have people coming to make it in like 20 minutes, if you want to help can you go feed her?”

“anything for you love.”

-.-

30 minutes later you walked into yours and aarons living room, the man you hired to make your baby girls crib had just left after a cup of coffee. “Aaron?” Aaron was on your soft grey sofa with your daughter in his arms, gently cradling her while feeding her a bottle. “Is she ok?” You moved to sit next to him. “yes yes, she doing amazing, I think she’s fallen asleep though. I didn’t want to wake her.” Aaron ran a finger over her wisps of blonde hair, a smile working its way across his face. “Perfect! we can put her to sleep in her new cot, see how she likes it.” Aaron nodded in agreement, and gently handed you your daughter.

-.-

You and Aaron both stood over your daughters cot, her tiny face snuggled into pink blankets. “She’s so beautiful Aaron.” you turned to face your husband who was also staring into her cot, “just like her mama, huh?” Aaron smiled, his emerald eyes brighter than before. “Aaron!” you playfully smacked him, “what? I’m just being honest.” you pressed a kiss to your husband’s beautiful face.

“I love you Aaron.”

“I love you too sweetheart.”

[milkchocolate-e]

Oh to be living in my cozy cottage deep in the forest, where i have my cute little sundress on while picking strawberries for my cakes and herbs for my tea. Where i brew tea with a drop of sweet honey in it in the evenings and wait patiently for my knight to come home to me. .

[zvdvdlvr]

- 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : 𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : 𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 4 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒑𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 {𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈}, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : 𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝐊.𝐉.'𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐲𝐬... 𝒐𝒉 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑮𝑶𝑫 𝒊𝒎 𝑰𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑵𝑵. 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 <3

It wasn't often y/n would wake up before Aaron, and that's why she was slightly shocked when her watch read 7:03 and Aaron was still sound asleep with his hands securing y/n directly to his bare chest. His mouth was slightly open. He hummed slightly, burrowing further into his girlfriend.

"Stay w'me, m'love," was barely audible from Aaron's lips as he squirmed around, grasping at the edges of conciousness. "Wanna hold you."

y/n knew Aaron would wake up soon. He had a sixth sense about when y/n woke up, and he also didn't normally sleep in late. His muscular arms loosened slightly, giving y/n the chance (even though she didn't want to) to untangle herself from the sheets and sticky skin.

She shivered when the brisk air brushed her skin. Goosebumps appeared along y/n's forearms, all the way up her arms.

Aaron flopped around on the bed again, a small whimper leaving his mouth. His arms flailed around as he attempted to get comfortable. Even though y/n felt bad for leaving him cold (even though he was basically a heating device), she couldn't help but sigh in happiness at her now unrestricted body movement.

When Aaron stilled once again, y/n made her way to the growing collection of books found... around. y/n selected a book that she'd started. It was by a woman called Cassandra Clare. Maybe it was the way the book was written, the characters, or even the fact that the book had made y/n remember things from the time before The Reestablishment but y/n loved the book.

"Angel?" Aaron's gravelly voice startled y/n as she padded back to the bed. His eyes squinted at the soft light in the room, but his hands reached out to perform a very uncharacteristic grabby-hands movement.

y/n giggled at Aaron's bed-head, sliding into the bed. "Morning, my love," y/n greeted, withholding a small coo at the way Aaron nuzzled into y/n's chest. "You'll suffocate and die if you stay like that for long," y/n laughed, playing with the hair on the back of Aaron's neck.

"I will happily embrace death if you're the one killing me." His sickenly sweet morbid comment made y/n want to laugh and smack him upside the head.

Silence followed while y/n drew small circles on Aaron's muscular back. The Mortal Instruments was set to the side while the pair basked in each other's loving company.

"I'm in love with you, Aaron," y/n murmurs suddenly.

The blond turned his head up to see y/n already gazing at him. "I love you more," he started. "I love you more than a moon loves it's star, I love you more than the stars love the sky, I love you more than the blood in my body loves my heart. I love you more than I love myself, my dear. I will love you until the end of all concept of time and even longer. My heart beats for you and only you," he ranted, brushing a thumb on y/n's cheek. "I love you more than you love watching the stars on the horizon. I'm so in love with you that I would carve my heart from my chest just for you to remember me by."

Aaron searched y/n's eyes during the loud silence that followed.

"You romantic boy," y/n said with emotion, "I feel horrible because I can't string together enough syllables to tell you I love you."

A small grin crossed Aaron's face. "I love you," he said again.

y/n mirrored his smile as he burrowed into her neck. "I love you more, darling." y/n carded her hand through Aaron's soft hair after pressing a small kiss to his temple.

"I love you most."

[midiosaamor]

Hi!! How are you? I have an Aaron Warner request. Aaron’s birthday is coming up so i think it would be so cute to have a birthday fic. Maybe something like the reader teaming up with Kenji and everyone else to throw a surprise birthday party for Aaron. something super fluffy and happy for our birthday boy🫶

hi!! THAT IDEA IS SO CUTEE GHHRRGHRHRG

❪ ★ ❫ 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: aaron warner x fem!reader.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: aaron’s birthday is today and what else is better than throwing him a surprise party with the others?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff, pet names, birthday parties, parties, use of Y/N, female reader, adam kent is in here, daddy issues, mention of heated things in the bedroom🤫🤫

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 961

𝐀/𝐍: redoin this one too. you know what i might just redo all of em since they all SUCK. but this one was sorta good ig?? also HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY MLL🫶🫶

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑.

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃: ✓

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: not rn lmao.

today was the day. april 24th. aaron’s birthday. you, kenji, juliette, and the others—surprisingly, including adam, though you’re still mad at him for being a jerk—decide to throw a surprise party for him.

you haven’t seen aaron all day and nazeera was the one to distract him from coming into the living room. now—after four hours—the living room, cake, and everything else is ready.

“are you sure warner’s going to like this?” adam asks, lifting an eyebrow. you roll your eyes at him. “no, but he probably will. plus, it’s be worse if we don’t make a surprise birthday party for him.”

“i agree with Y/N. who doesn’t like surprise parties?” kenji butts in, grinning.

“warner,” juliette mumbles from the side. well, they’re not wrong. but you still have to try. “whatever. I’m gonna go get aaron.”

the others say their goodbyes as you turn on your heel and walk over to your and aaron’s room. nazeera’s already getting ready, so that means aaron is alone in your room. opening the door, you see aaron just about to take off his tie.

hid head snaps to where you are and immediately walks over to you, pulling you into his chest. you shut the door behind you as he holds you tightly, his face digging into your hair.

“love,” he murmurs, “where have you been all day?” you look up at him with a sheepish expression. “doing something…” you trail off, making him give you a suspicious look.

“really?”

“yes. but come with me. i have to show you something.”

he sighs, his arms holding you tighter. “angel, i just want to hold you right now,” he says, making you get butterflies in your stomach. you two have been today for four months, and yet he never fails to make you get butterflies.

“i know, and we could do that later. but now; i need you to follow me,” you say, trying to hold your excitement. he senses your excitement anyway and looks at you curiously.

“fine,” he sighs. you grin at him and take his hand, turning on your heel. you walk outside the room, him following on your heel. once you two get into the living room, you quickly let go.

the living room is covered in darkness, so dark that you can’t see if your eyes haven’t gotten used to the dark already. “love?”

you feel kenji on your side as he walks over to the wall with the light switch. aaron looks around the room, clearly trying to find you, worried. “Y—”

the lights turn on and you stand in front of him, grinning. “happy birthday!” you yell along with the others. the room’s decorated not too much, but just enough that it isn’t overwhelming.

balloons surround the table with the cake on it, along with the windows and doors while letters that spell happy birthday hang above the table.

aaron looks at you in shock, and for a moment he doesn’t say anything. you blink at him and for a moment, you think he doesn’t like it. “do you not like it?—”

he turns to you. “i—no, it’s just—” he stammers. aaron never stammers. then, you see his eyes start to water. the others look at him curiously but you know that he doesn’t like other people to see him cry, so you bring him in an embrace, hugging him tightly.

he digs his face in your neck and takes a deep, shaky breath. “what is this?…” he mutters, looking up at the room again. you smile softly at him.

“well, it’s your birthday. i know you don’t really celebrate it, but i wanted to celebrate it this one time. plus, the others helped,” you explain before adding, “even adam.”

he blinks at you before turning to the others. getting his composure back together, he stands straight and clears his throat.

“i suppose—i should thank you all,” he mutters, running a hand down his face. but you could’ve sworn you saw him smile a little.

“yeah, man! do you know how long it took us to make this?” kenji retorts, frowning at him. aaron glares at the raven-haired as kenji keeps on complaining. “you could’ve at least shown some tears.”

aaron ignores him and looks at you. “thank you, love,” he mutters quietly, so only you can hear it. you smile at him and take a step forward, kissing the blond on his cheek.

“hapy birthday, aaron,” you say quietly. “oh, yeah. after this party ends, come to our room,” you add quickly with an innocent grin, even though the tone of your voice is something else.

he looks at you in surprise before immediately nodding, making you giggle. “hey! stop flirting with each other and hurry up and eat this cake so we can open presents!” kenji yells, making you two look at him.

“i agree with kenji,” nazeera butts in. “i didn’t just spend most of my money on presents just for you not to open them, warner.” aaron gives her a deadpan look. “i never asked for you to spend your money on me.”

“well, we did it anyway!”

“aaron, say thank you,” you say pointedly. he makes a sound deep in his throat that sounds like a complaining groan before looking at the group.

“thank—you, for—doing this for me,” he gets out. kenji blinks at him, nazeera gives him a deadpan look, and juliette smiles, while adam snorts. “that’s one of the worst thank yous I’ve ever heard,” adam says, rolling his eyes.

“be thankful I said thank you, kent,” aaron retorts.

“don’t argue, guys,” juliette says. “yeah, now let’s eat the cake that i made!” you yell, breaking the two boys up.

“you didn’t even make it—”

“SHUT UP, KENJI!”

[wish-i-were-heather]

JUST A LOVE SCATCH⤵ AARON WARNER X READER

ABOUT: 700 words, no use of y/n

STORY: it's aaron's birthday, but he can't erase the memories of his past ones

WARNINGS: mostly fluff, but mentions of his trauma with his father

A/N: THIS IS A REPOST OF MY OWN FIC!!! I'm posting it again because my account got deleted, but I still want to keep all my fics on my blog. Thanks to everyone for helping me get this all back.

“Good morning, love.”

You heard those words every day. Each morning when you woke up, he would be there. This morning started no differently. The familiar low morning voice from beside you, never failing to make you blush.

But this time, it was different. Not the way he said it, no, that always stayed the same. It took you a moment to wake up your mind a bit more, but then it came to you. 

April 24th.

His birthday.

The second you realized, you immediately rolled over to face him and planted a kiss on his lips, staying there for just a little longer than usual. You pulled away with a grin. “Happy birthday.”

Aaron returned the smile, and you couldn’t hold back a giggle at the sight of his dimples. “You remembered.”

“Of course I did,” you told him, exhaling deeply and resting your head on his chest. “How could I forget?”

He watched you lay down on top of him, his hand going straight to your hair and gently running his fingers through it. The two of you laid there in a comfortable silence for a bit. There was no need for words, you both know how fragile birthdays could be for Aaron. Especially after what he’d gone through on most of them for the greater part of his life.

“Do you have any plans for today?”

“Why are you asking me?” You told him. “It’s your day, birthday boy.”

Aaron chuckled at the title. “If that’s the case, I might just want to stay here with you.” He leaned forward to whisper in your ear. “Forever.”

“Hm, I wouldn’t complain.”

You continued to lay there, the only sound being that of your synced hearts and soft breathing. And in that moment, it felt like there was nothing that could break the peace. 

But then you felt it- his slight tensing of his muscles, the way his hand stilled in your hair.

“Aaron?” You asked, tilting your head to look up at him. 

His eyes were closed, but you could see the furrow in his brow, the way his lips pressed together, the way he was breathing a lot slower- as if to calm himself down. 

You rolled over to look straight at him and cupped his cheek with your hand. “What’s wrong?”

You knew the answer, of course, but you wanted to let him talk about it. He opened his eyes and you could see the hurt in them, everything he went through hiding behind them. He took a deep breath and exhaled shakily. “I just… I can't stop thinking about it.” 

You knew what it was. 

“I’m sorry, love,” he added quickly. “I don’t want to ruin today.”

At his apology, your eyes widened. “No, no, don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for. You’re not ruining anything.” You gave a small kiss to his forehead. 

Aaron closed his eyes. “Every year,” he began. “Every year, I can't help but remember. I feel it all over again. It hurts. And I know things are different now, you’re here. But with the scars too… the memories never go away.”

Your hand gently finds its way around him, to his back. You slip your hand under his loose shirt, feeling the scars that he always associated with the twenty fourth day of April. Tracing them. He shutters at your touch, but not in a negative way- you knew him too well. If he didn’t want you to, you wouldn’t be doing that, touching him like that.

He trusted you.

“These,” you whisper. “These aren’t just marks, not just reminders of what happened. They don’t have to be. They also show how strong you are, how much you’ve gone through. And I think they’re beautiful.”

“They’re reminders that I wasn’t loved,” he said, unintentionally bitter.

“But that doesn’t matter,” you told him. “I love you now. Forget about what happened before. It’s not important. I love you, all of you. No matter what. Just a love scratch.”

Aaron scoffed. “They weren’t given with love.”

“Yeah, but my touch is. My kisses are.” You kissed his forehead again.

“I don’t deserve you, love.”

“You deserve the damn world.”

the writing above belongs to me. please do not copy, modify, repost on other sites or claim as your own. © 2024 wish-i-were-heather

[ravisinghs-wife]

hello!!! I was wondering if I could write something for Aaron Warner, thank you!!! I love your writing!!

thank you so much!! here are headcanons :))

[velarisnightsky444]

Teatime*

Kinktober Day 15: Face Sitting with Elucien

AN: This is my first non x reader post. We don't have a lot of interaction between these two yet, so i don't really know their dynamic. I will do my best.

CW: Face sitting, oral(f receiving)

Summary: Elain has accepted the bond in this and lives in the Spring Court with Lucien.

Word Count: 770

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Elain was preparing a tea out of herbs she grew in her personal garden. Lucien would be back from his hunt any minute now.

She had been so lonely the past two days without him. She'd thought about him every single night.

This tea was his favorite. She'd made it for him after she'd first accepted the bond, merely two weeks ago.

When the door opened, she nearly dropped the teapot. She placed it on the table and ran to the door, leaping into his arms.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing tightly. She rested her head on his shoulder, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Lain, it's only been two days," he cooed, stroking her golden brown hair.

"I know, I just missed you," she sniffled, pulling back to glance up at him. He smiled, kissing her forehead.

"I missed you, too, love," he promised.

"I made you some tea," she said, taking his hand and leading him to the kitchen. He sat at the table, allowing her to pour him a cup.

She enjoyed doing little things like that for him. Though he was fully capable of doing them himself, he let her because he saw how happy it made her.

It was nothing like his own mother, who did everything for her husband because she had no choice. Elain did it because she wanted to show him how much she loved him. He appreciated that.

He and Elain retired to the bedroom when they were done drinking their tea.

Elain immediately got down on her knees, undoing his belt, the same way she had always greeted Grayson when he returned from a long day.

"Not yet, little flower," he decided.

"You've been gone two days," she said. "You need your release."

He stroked her cheek. She still had traditional views of servicing her husband, left by her last relationship. He desperately wanted to show her that her pleasure mattered just as much as his.

"You made me tea," he recalled. "You greeted me at the door. You have been so perfect while I've been gone. I think I need to reward you."

She got to her feet, her confusion showing on her face. He climbed onto the bed and laid on his back.

She got on the bed as well, going to unbuckle his belt again.

"Not yet," he repeated.

She stared, her eyebrows furrowed. She could see that he was hard. It was her job to take care of that. She'd been taught that during her engagement.

"You are just as aroused as I am," he pointed out to her.

"I can handle it," she whispered.

"I want you to lift your skirt and take your underthings off," he told her. She obeyed, though she wasn't sure where this was going. "Now I want you to come over here and sit on my face."

Her cheeks went red. She'd never once heard of such a thing. Why would he possibly want her to do that?

"Trust me, my love," he said, chuckling at the shock on her face.

"Won't I hurt you?"

"Of course not," he promised.

She flushed, but did as she was told. She climbed up to the top of the bed and carefully set herself on his face, hovering just above him.

He gripped her hips and pulled her down, his tongue lapping at her clit. She let out a loud moan, grabbing his wrists.

He didn't let up. He parted her lips with his tongue, flicking it around to find the spots that made her a mewling mess.

And she was a mewling mess.

Already, she was whining, moaning, and whimpering above him. Nobody had ever used their mouth on her before. She'd heard about it briefly, but usually blushed and left the room when conversations like that arose.

His tongue dipped into her cunt, making her gasp and grind her hips against his face.

Her head was thrown back as she relished in the pleasure unlike any she'd ever felt before.

"Lucien," she moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. "Gods, Lucien."

He hummed against her heat, making her tremble as her vision nearly faded to black. Her stomach was so tight. She whimpered, her hands in his long hair.

"Mother above," she cried out as the tightness released.

Her orgasm overtook her, more powerful than any she'd ever felt before. She gasped, riding his face until the pleasure faded.

She fell back onto the bed, panting as she tried to catch her breath. He chuckled, sitting up and wiping her release from his face.

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[linguinerosaline]

Nightmares and Lavender Tea

Warnings: Light angst (but there is comfort!)

Summary.

After a nightmare which keeps Juliette up at night, she sneaks down to the kitchen to have a late night snack, not knowing that Aaron would wake up soon after looking for her

Juliette's POV.

I have a complicated relationship with sleep.

Most of the time I enjoy sleep. I love the sense of rest. I love the quiet. I love the stillness. I love that my dreams become real in a matter of seconds.

But I also hate all of these aspects.

The idea of being so raw and vulnerable. The quiet leaves you and your thoughts to create some reality. The awareness and overthinking stillness does to one. The things I may have experienced I would need to relive, even if it's just a couple of seconds.

I love sleep, yet I hate to admit I'm scared of it.

But Aaron makes it different. His arms wrapped around me in comfort, our usual position of me either nuzzling into his neck or chest and him whispering sweet I love you's to me as he played with my hair. But sometimes, it's just not enough to keep the nightmares away.

I wake up in the middle of the night gasping for air, my chest heaving rapidly as I grasp it. I curse myself internally. This is the third time this week.

A thin layer of sweat glistens my body, my vision is still blurry with unshed tears, and I'm overwhelmed with my surroundings and emotions.

My vision clears after a couple of aggressive rubs and I look to my side to find Aaron still sleeping soundly. His breathing in contrast to mine is calm, as if those gentle waves you'd find early in a beach.

Aaron isn't typically a heavy sleeper for a matter of reasons, such as needing to always be up for me. While he may find this a benefit, I wouldn't say it's a particularly great trait on his behalf. These nightmares aren't that common for me, but I still feel guilty every time it affects him as well.

I need to get out of this room and escape the thought of sleeping once again.

Quietly, I sneak down to our kitchen. It's a different type of quiet down here. It's not necessarily an uncomfortable type of quiet but one that makes you feel so small. So much empty space while I take up such little of it.

I brew the kettle and wait patiently for it to heat up.

Aaron recently bought me a collection of teas that supposedly help with sleep and relaxation. I obviously paid him back with kisses, cuddles and lots of explicit activities. Aaron always says that I don't owe him anything but I always feel I do, as if I'm just a burden he has to look after. I know that's not true but I can't help the feeling.

I stand there, quiet, as I think about various things. What if I woke up Aaron? What if he's annoyed I'm up again for the third time in a row? What if he really starts to believe I'm just a burden? What if-

It's then when I feel something grab ahold of my waist.

I yelp at the contact and spin around hastily, meeting a pair of emerald-green eyes. Emerald green eyes I know and get lost in so easily. Aaron.

A breath of relief escapes my mouth as he chuckles to himself. "Good morning to you too, love." Aaron rasps.

The sudden deepness and rasp of his sleep-filled voice have me flustered all over again. Aaron grows a smile at my obvious reaction and that hollow pocket I love so much reveals to me. Dimples. I sigh internally.

His embrace tightens on me and I lean into the feeling of him. God, how long has it been since I felt so vulnerable yet safe? Only Aaron can cause this effect on me.

He nuzzles into my neck causing a shiver to sneak its way up my spine. "How come you're awake?" Aaron whispers against my neck. I still remembering why I made this journey to the kitchen in the first place. Remembering why I was pinned against the counter instead of the bed with him. He finds my lack of conversation as a sign and slowly peels himself from my neck.

Aaron looks at me softly, concern yet knowing hidden behind those jade eyes. He speaks his next words carefully as if he knows I may break at the reminder. 

"Was it... Was it another nightmare, Juliette?" He says gently. I nod hesitantly in response, being quick to bury my face into his chest.

Aaron does it so well to comfort me, I wonder if this could be his secret profession. He makes sure to let me continue the conversation only if I'm comfortable, he'll stroke my hair as he whispers words of encouragement and appreciation, and Aaron knows if he's to cross my boundaries. 

He kisses the top of my head as he rubs my lower back comfortably. "Would it help to talk about it, sweetheart?" Aaron says, obviously intending not to provoke any of the thoughts to enter back into my mind, yet it still does.

I shudder at the memory, fear flooding my face, body and mind. Aaron fills himself with concern yet obvious softness and consideration. My throat feels hoarse and I'm sure hoping tears aren't welling up in my eyes. My mind may not want to break, but my face sure feels it.

"I'm sor-" My sentence was disrupted with a purposeful kiss. Aaron's hands reach to grab my face carefully as I cling to his shoulders. We pull apart after a couple of seconds panting slightly. A small smile pulls across my face as we stare deeply into each other's eyes, clearly lost in their beauty. "Beautiful." I hear him whisper to himself.

Aaron strokes my cheek lovingly. "Never," he starts "never apologise for something like that. Not to anyone and especially not me."

I bite my lip in response. "Sor- I mean yes." 

He pouts and meets my lips quickly once again, a kiss of comfort and promises. I moan carelessly into his mouth. Aaron slyly wraps himself closer to my waist and lifts me onto the cold, marble counter. I gasp at the feeling and shift closer to his body, already providing me with that warmth I missed.

A dimpled smile spreads across that face I love so much. Aaron rubs his thumb against my lip carefully. "Now stop biting that lip, or else I'll do it for you." He hints suggestively. A small blush plays onto my cheeks but I'm quick to hide it. Not quick enough for him to already notice though.

Aaron then caresses my thighs and tells me to stay seated while he finishes making my tea.

A small smile spreads across my face as just then I notice his dishevelled appearance. His hair is completely ruffled instead of his usual composed self, his plaid bottoms revealing his delicious tattoo, and I widen not noticing his lack of shirt. There in all its beauty is Aaron's slightly-toned abs still littered with faint purple marks. I smirk. I wonder where they came from.

Aaron walks over to me with a steaming cup of tea and a tender look. I can already smell the fresh, floral aroma of lavender. 

"Would you like to drink this in our room, love? Is that okay? Or would you like to spend some more time here?" Aaron asks reassuringly. Despite my fearful night, I haven't thought much about it since Aaron came down and distracted me with his hypnotising dimples and thoughtful words.

"I'm sure I'll be fine in our room. Thank you, darling." I tell him. Aaron helps me down the counter and I raise on my toes to give him a peck on the lips. I don't miss the slight clench in his jaw when I don't offer any more.

Aaron places the lavender tea on the side table closest to my half of the bed. He then turns to me with worry plastered on his face.

I find it funny how to most, Aaron is expressionless and labelled as bored most of the time. But with me, he has endless expressions displaying emotions like love, awe, worry, joy, and concern. 

"Are you sure you're alright, love? I could get you a snack if you'd like?" He suggests to me. I shake my head and glance up to see his eyes trained on my lips. They curve into a smile, and I lift my head to once again meet his addictive, peppermint tasting mouth.

His hands find my hips and slowly, I'm pulled down onto the depths of our bed. Our bed not filled with memories of nightmares, but memories of peace and comfort. I sigh against his mouth as he hovers over me, his lips moving towards the pulse in my neck.

If Aaron were a taste he'd be peppermint. If he were a scent he’d be gardenias.

I exhale out his name and he moves next to me on the bed, taking me into his arms as I rest into the nook of his neck. His chin rests on my head and we both take comfort in the position.

"Thank you. For everything. I love you, Aaron." I murmur into his neck, kissing him there afterwards. I already feel sleep taking me away into the world of harmony I've missed these past couple of days.

Even though my view is blocked, I can feel a smile tug on his lips as he cloaks me closer to him. He then kisses the top of my head. "I love you too, Juliette. I suppose I really was the friend you hopelessly fell in love with."

After a couple of minutes, the loving couple both fell into a comfortable slumber. Limbs entangled and hearts forever aligned. No longer nightmares would be visiting Juliette Ferrars in a while, the doing of Aaron Warner protecting her from the miserable dreams.

A steaming lavender tea soon became a cold, untouched beverage. Lavender was believed to aid sleep and relaxation. An anxiety reliever. While this may have been true, it seems that just the taste of peppermint and the smell of gardenias would be Juliette's cure.