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“She was drowning, and he was air. She hadn’t even realized how much she needed him until he was gone.”

— Kristen Ciccarelli, from Heartless Hunter (Crimson Moth: Book 1)

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“I don’t know how to dance to your songs,” he said. “I don’t have the esteem of your friends. I don’t use seventeen pieces of silverware at dinner.” He let go of her hair, and it billowed out, catching in the wind once more. “I have no means of expanding your inheritance.”

He knew he was walking a fine line, reminding her of the reasons they made no sense. That this charade they were playing was a weak one. But if the goal was to be vulnerable, to entice her to be vulnerable, too, he needed to speak the truth.

“People like you are impossible,” she said. “I don’t care about those things.”

He almost rolled his eyes. “Of course you do.”

“Then why are we here? If I’m so shallow—all trappings and no substance—what are you doing with me? Why would someone like you want someone like me?”

Gideon opened his mouth to respond, only he didn’t know the answer. He studied her, hair ablaze in the setting sun. Gray eyes like molten steel.

>Heartless Hunter (The Crimson Moth, #1) by Kristen Ciccarelli

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Do you have a "signature move" in the bedroom?

Yeah it’s called sleep

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- TCP chapter 28

This I believe is the exact moment Jude realizes she was starting to fall for Cardan. And hates it

and im convinced this girl got a thing for long fingers 🫣

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A Blue-Green Fouldard Tie.

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Well, I decided to write some fluff based self-indulgent fics, and I know some of you wanted me to post Kaider fluff but for the worse it may seem I'm back with Warnette fluff instead. I do promise on writing Kaider-related stuff (with the overlooming exam stress, it's possible as I tend to procrastinate).

Book: Shatter Me

Words: 808

Pairing: Juliette Ferrars| Ella Sommers/Aaron Warner Anderson

Juliette decides to indulge in some joy herself as she gifts her husband, Aaron Warner a beautiful addition to his tie collection. Domestic Fluff Ensues.

Juliette’s POV:

Juliette could hear rippled noises coming from the wardrobe, it helped to locate her husband rather quickly inside the huge walk-in he owned. She finds him standing before his vast collection of accessories: ties, belts, gloves, and cuff links in various colours and fabrics all lined up in an orderly fashion, presumably looking for something to go with his attire for tonight.  

"I have something for you," she voices out, knowing she would be taking him out of his torment soon.  

He perks up at that, as she pulls out some expensively packaged box. Handing it over to him, Warner takes ample care removing the gift wrapper, it feels like the packaging is the actual gift as he carefully sheds layers of plastic and cushioning foam and then he finally sees it. A blue-green fouldard tie.

"This looks like your eyes," Warner whispers, as he pulls the fabric up close next to her face, seeing the similarity between the colour of her eyes and fabric.

"Do you like it?" she questions, dreading for approval.

"Yes," he murmured and before she could comprehend it, his lips had captured hers, his eyes closed, furrowed in the way when he failed to express himself. He enveloped his arms around her torso, laying them on the small of her back, as he gazed lovingly, trying to convey his gratitude in ways the words couldn't. 

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," Juliette hums, kissing the corner of his upwards-turning lips. A short pause poses on them as he takes the patterns and colours of the fabric in before he admits out loud, "No one has ever bought clothes for me."

"There is always a first," she says, smiling at him. 

"Do you want to tie it for me?" He asks and Juliette jumps at the opportunity trying to not look too eager to showcase her skills, as she places the tie around his neck, crossing the wide end under the skinny end to make a neck loop, folding and pulling the wide end through multiple fashions and finally pulling down the short end to tighten the knot as it slide towards his neck to. 

Juliette had tied a Balthus knot. Admiring her work, she questioned, "It does look fitting, don't you think so?" 

Warner is too mesmerized by her presence to refuse anything she says. He nods in appreciation and continues to stare at her work.

"I'm gonna wear it every day," he confesses enthusiastically. 

"And keep aside your nice collection, I don't think so." Juliette rebukes, knowing how he can give up on his glorious collection for the single tie that captures his favourite colour perfectly. Also, she gifted it to him. 

"I'm gonna wear it when I want you close and when I miss you and on my happiest days and my birthdays and your birthdays," he muses, staring at his reflection. 

Juliette chuckles at his antics knowing how much Warner is affected by the small gesture. He hugged her, head lying in the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet smell of tangerine and honey soap she had been using. 

"This now?" He asked.

Juliette looks him in the eye and softly whispers 'Just felt like it'. 

It was difficult for them to overcome their haunting past but Juliette wanted Warner to know that he deserved to be showered with gifts and presents like any ordinary adult. Just because he hadn't experienced much of it in the past doesn't mean he should not have joyful memories looking into the future. Juliette specifically looked under that criteria herself. 

Warner peered into her soul as he looked for an elaboration on her remark, ultimately making her spill and resulting in him grinning in victory. 

"Well, I had been on a patrol with Kenji, whilst he decided to walk through the Upper Town rummaging through shops for James b'day gift. I had to follow him through all those shops cuz it's Kenji- don't want him to buy gifts for everybody. I found it, tucked in one of the corners and it reminded me of you. So bought it. Kenji teased me enough about it but this smile made up for it." She explained, going to capture his lips again. 

"It's strange that someone knows my favourite colour and cares enough to buy me clothes of the same."

"I always knew your favourite colour," she says with a soft touch, caressing his cheek. 

"Your eyes were my favourite colour. Growing up I never realised why I liked the blue-green colour so much with my memories blocked." 

He looked at her, not specifically her face, more like staring into oblivion thinking about something. Absorbing the colours and specks of gold it held, like staring at a painting and being hypnotised by it.

He leaned forward kissing her forehead, just between her eyes and Juliette sighed at the touch.

"I love you."

A/N: Hope this satisfies the lack of many Warnette fics in the fandom to some extend. This idea was like months old but I came across it instead of studing for chemistry, so it was quite fun to write this. Taking asks for warnette now if you all can be so kind as to send them.

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

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Waking Up (incomplete)

reupload, minor edits | originally written 2014

                I’m somewhat lifted from a lighthearted dream as the mattress to my left sinks and I feel him lean down over me, feel his breath against my hair. I peek my eye open enough to see that sunlight hasn’t yet crept through the blinds on the opposite side of the room. And above me, Aaron Warner–dressed, combed, and ready for workout. With the remnants of sleep still clouding my senses, I turn my face into my pillow and groan, the noise nearly drowning out his whisper.

“Good morning, my love.”

“The sun’s not up, so I’m not up,” I counter, my voice muffled into the pillow.

He chuckles and I hear his shoes fall to the floor as he kicks them off. Then his body is joining mine under the covers.

“I’m serious,” I warn him, my arms weeding around the pillow underneath my head in preparation of being dragged from my rest.

When he doesn’t respond or touch me, I turn my head back toward him. Blink several times to train my eyes to the dim light in the room. 

Warner lies next to me, hidden underneath the deep red comforter from the waist down, but propped up on his elbow and wearing a plain, cotton tee shirt. Affection wears him like an expression.

“What time is it?” I ask, careful not to look too long at the way that thin fabric stretches over his muscles.

“Half past five.”

I calculate the hours of remaining sleep I had that are now interrupted as I roll over onto my back and run the back of my hand over my eyes. My elbow brushes his chest as I do so.

“If you’re tired, love, you can sleep,” he says, but it sounds like pity. I shake my head but don’t get up. When I begin to stifle a yawn with the back of my hand, he shifts so that his left arm rests over my stomach. His head drops beside mine. I roll my head toward him. Try not to react to the fact that our faces are inches apart.

“I’ll get up if you give me a second,” I promise, stretching my arms above my head and kicking the covers to my feet. When I look back over at Warner, I still feel like I’m squinting at him, so I try a few more times to squeeze the lingering drowsiness out of my gaze. But his gaze on me is steady and intrigued, and he rests in the same position. Like a statue with his eyes trained forward, expression permanently caught between wistful and disbelieving. An expression which he only allows himself in the sacred seclusion of this room.

"God, you’re breathtaking in the morning,” he whispers, as if the quiet, morning air would steal his words if he said them too loudly.

And instantly, I’m caught. I pause my stretching and my gaze fastens onto his, hazy versus sure. His arm around me tightens until I find myself being coaxed onto my side toward him, until we’re so close that the tips of our noses tickle the other’s.

And aware of how my frizzy hair tickles my neck and the breath from my mouth must not be desirable, I scoff quietly. My gaze drops and then swivels, a trick I would have never dared around my parents or anyone of my past life, but the sarcastic eye roll has been a staple of mine after witnessing it from Warner and Kenji for so long.

I’m halfway through the remark, “Yeah, right” when suddenly I’m on my back. My wrists are enclosed by Warner’s fingers. My arms are above my head, Warner’s knees are resting on either side of me. My breath is stolen from my lungs.

The pure shock of how fast Warner moved renders me motionless as his frame leans tantalizingly over mine. All I can see is head and shoulders, but his gaze is so unwavering that I can only stare back, wide-eyed.

“What was that?” he finally whispers, dipping his head toward my neck. I swallow as I feel his breath warm a spot just below my jaw, and have to subdue the desire to wrap my legs around him.

“I rolled my eyes,” I say honestly, because with his lips so close to my skin, it’s all that I can think.

He freezes for a single moment before he erupts into chuckles and buries his face in my neck, letting go of my wrists so that he can lower himself on his elbows, pressing gentle kisses to my throat, up my jaw, until finally, my lips. My freed hands grasp his biceps right where flesh meets cotton hem. His lips part against mine and with the taste of his minty breath I’m reminded of my own and quickly turn my head. His lips seamlessly return to my neck, hunting lower.

My fingers follow the hard slope of his shoulder, over the juts of his shoulder blades. They gather in the fabric below his neck, like at any moment I could yank his shirt over top his head. Warner’s lips and tongue run against my collarbone, and he’s already pushing the material of my tank top off my shoulder to further his access lower. Both of us already pushing aside clothing.

“So about those workout plans?” I ask, surprised at the breathlessness in my voice.

“Mmmm, I believe I have better places to be,” he murmurs, and then our lips collide.

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Might be an unpopular opinion but Defy Me is my absolute favorite book in the entire Shatter Me series.

It was so painful and depressing and stressful, the flashbacks of Aaron and Ella, the stress of everyone especially Kenji trying to find them, the realization that Warner and Juliette had their memories erased so many times because they continued to fall in love. Every. Time. Juliette being tortured by her mother and finding her Emmaline, Warner being imprisoned and seeing Juliette get tortured, Anderson being back, Warner deciding he wanted to marry Ella, Nazeera and Kenji like literally all their scenes, the proposal scene, everyone throwing Warner his first ever birthday party.

THIS BOOK HAD EVERYTHING AND IT PUT ME THROUGH THE TRENCHES IT WAS BREAKDOWN AFTER BREAKDOWN AFTER BREAKDOWN!! I WAS SUFFERING EVERY SINGLE MOMENT IN AGONY!!!!

OF COURSE IT IS MY FAVORITE BOOK WHY DOESN'T ANYONE EVER MENTION IT!!!

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“I love you, Ella. I will love you for the rest of my life. My heart is yours. Please don't ever give it back to me”

aaron warner, defy me

“I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn’t have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.”

cardan greenbriar, the queen of nothing

i wish men in real life talked like men in my books 🥲

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I love sitting down in the evening and trying to decide what activity I should do to unwind and then realizing an hour later that I have neither done an activity nor unwound

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Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince - Awkward Herbology Trio

Merry Christmas! :D

more Harry Potter Animations here!

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If this is in your dashboard you are going to be kissed like that in 2025.

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What to do when you don’t like a fic: a step by step guide

Step 1:

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Jude and Cardan are the freakiest freaks in freaktown confirmed

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“he fought hard to keep you”

“cardan?”

“half my knights never made it out”

DON'T WANNA SEE NOBODY WITH THE AUDACITY TO CALL CARDAN GREENBRIAR WEAK!!!

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cardan as a dad learning to love easily 🥹❤️‍🩹

🎨: meiflowersketches

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mother always serves (bloody face or not)