• gets offended when Juliette just washes her face with cold water and calls it a day
• LOVES picking out his kids outfits for the day
• Gets a golden retriever (it looks more like him than his kids do)
• Actually enjoys work outs and running
• Juliette convinces him to go to therapy
• The first time he made the therapist cry
• He's actually a really good artist and designed all his clothes
• but his handwriting SUCKS
• and by that i mean like doctor handwriting, completely illegible. my boy can't even read his own writing
• once he accidently broke his jade ring and he cried for hours until Delalieu found him and had it fixed (without Anderson knowing)
• Sometimes he'll paint his nails for fun
• The only thing that could make him fall asleep before Juliette came along was a very specific blend of tea that he created himself
• When he first started applying the scar medicine, it was so difficult for him to reach his back he basically gave up and threw the bottle across the room, pouting
• Delalieu found him (cs of course he did) and helped him against his will
• Aaron prefers other people calling him Warner. Aaron is a special privilege reserved for Juliette
• He's actually really flirty and makes a lot of innuendos without realizing
• The first time he tried to kill his dad he had a panic attack at the doorway of Anderson's room
• He got his "Ignite" tattoo when he was 14
• and his Shakespeare on at 17
thats all i could think of. feel free to add ur own in the comments!!
Well, it seems I did manage to convince myself to write warnette fic: cuz why not? This one isn't necessarily about the two but it indulged me and wish it works for the same for you. Inspiration for this comes out of this post.
Book: Shatter Me
Words: 1k
Pairing: None
With Warner unable to be contacted in the morning of chapter 56, Delalileu worries himself with reasons. None that matches when he learns the actual cause.
Delalieu's POV:
Delalieu almost did have an aneurysm.
He was promptly waiting for the Commander to show up at his usual time to discuss the doings of the day. With Commander Warner harbouring enemies of the state in his personal quarters, the stability and agenda that had been maintained since his appointment had been disrupted. Delalieu himself had overseen a part of this mission that could cost him his life at the least.
He wasn't sure why he had always been so willing to sacrifice his life and work for members of Anderson family. Many a time he had been on the wrong side of power, a young man lost in the sense of manifestation. Perhaps he still was on the wrong side of power while he had seen much, he had lost more.
This way of devotion towards Commander Warner, his grandchild was his way of asking forgiveness to his daughter, Leila. Forgiveness, he would never deserve. He had seen the crimes committed by his own against his own and he had silently let them happen, overseen them at times without questioning the morality and insanity of it.
Delalieu was a man lacking in courage when it came down to crossing the lines of duty and relation, in situations when it was a need to put his blood first he had failed to do so.
It had taken multiple years to gain Warner's trust. An odd sort of bond that goes nowhere- there's respect between the two, born completely out of sincerity and years of seeing each other. What relation he had with Commander Warner could be carried with any other Lieutenant had Paris decided to appoint another.
"Family should be close," Paris had said, smiling wickedly to him the day he had been appointed.
Here at Sector 45, he worked both for the Commander and the Supreme, not letting his interactions with either mix. Delalieu was that tie between the two that secured that they were far more isolated than nearer.
Pulling himself away from his thought he glanced at the huge wall clock.
7:14.
The Commander was late by 14 minutes. If experience and memory served him right, Commander Warner was never late- not on a sick day, not when he was shot in his arms, not when Miss Ferrars was dying. Aaron Warner was a punctual man that valued his time more than people. Seeing how he had been running late for over 16 minutes now seemed to surprise him beyond his wits.
He diligently decided to wait before jumping to conclusions about the Commander's whereabouts. Patiently waiting for further 10 minutes before he decided to give in to his unease.
Delalieu called for his office, assuming that the Commander had decided to spend his morning drawing plans for the aftermath of this rebellion. No one answered the phone, as his request was met with an automated attendant. He pinches his head in worry trying to find a single reason why Warner couldn't be contacted.
Trying to calm his nervous tick, he searched for the boy on the base surveillance. Nothing. He needed to check whether Warner was out to his house in the sector like he preferred disappearing to. Alone. To keep an eye on correspondence and locals. When his search came back with no signs, he rang the operators instead.
"Where was the Chief Commander last seen ?" He asked masking his worries with an emotionless tone.
"Last night entering his quarters."
"Time?"
"2050."
"Any activity outside his quarter?"
"None noticed, sir."
"Any tanks put off from surveillance? Lost signal with any soldiers?" He asked not wanting to give away any matters for the soldiers to divulge in.
"None, sir. "
He hung up on the phone and sprang out of the door within seconds.
The time read 7:48 am.
Last sighted in his quarters which did not have any cameras as per his request and command. Delalieu knew it was stupid and naive to give in to the demands of a 19-year-old boy and foregoing protocol. With no surveillance inside the ward, Delalieu had no way of knowing what harm Warmer might have undergone.
Warner was housing revolutionaries on the base, a floor away from his quarters. Castle and his band of refugees were too deep in grief to be hosted as allies. One never knew when feelings of revenge came to the surface. Them living a floor below him gave them a perfect opportunity to do away with his cruelty for once. Delalieu berated himself for not trying to talk the boy out of his decision.
Stupid mistakes taken out of desire. Aaron was doing so much to save the girl's life only for her and her refugee of friends to take advantage of his kindness. Delalieu reminded himself that Aaron was more than capable to take care of himself but when it came down to the girl, Juliette Ferrars he failed to meet his own assessment. Love bedazzled him, like always the girl made him forget everything else. Made him do things he won't do for anyone. Ella always blinded him.
He had walked on gun ready, his card swiped in to let him enter. His mind was numb with scenarios he might come across and his body operating purely on adrenaline and years of practice.
He stepped inside the room. Only to see a sight be hadn't quite expected- clothes were strewn around everywhere. It took him about ten seconds to register the scene and now his mind was buzzing with the need to be out of the room, eyes wide in horror and cheeks flushed with humiliation. He quickly stepped back into the elevator, pressing the button to move down to his floor. As the elevator doors closed on him he had unintentionally glimpsed enough to confirm his suspicions. The two sprawled on the bed. Huddled over each other.
Back in the safety of his own office, he sighed. Not so much out of relief. There was so much past to uncover for the two.
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A/N: Hope it wasn't much disappointing. I just wanted to write someting new and my old wips have haunted me for months and I wrote this down in a day instead. Taking asks for warnette now if you all can be so kind as to send them.
No taglish cuz don't know mutuals that are into this book. Do mention if you want to be tagged in future works.
Delalieu: Sir, now that you have taken the position as Commander of sector 45 you're going to have to move your things from your old room to the Commander's wing.
Warner: Yes, I have already made the arrangements.
Delalieu: Wonderful. Now, you'll be getting a month's advance on your wages, as per protocol. Even though your father told me you probably won't need to buy anything you didn't already have from before.
Warner: Wait. Wages as in money?
Delalieu: Yes, sir.
Warner: Money I can spend how I want?
Delalieu: Of course, sir.
Warner: ... Alright...
*one week later*
Warner: *surrounded by mountains of LUSH packages* Do you think I went a little overboard, Lieutenant?
Okie so Delalieu must be the only person outside of Juliette to know that Anderson whipped Warner's back and I'm saying this cause the man literally knew everything. So when he says that "Paris loved to torture his own boy." He definitely knew the extend of the torture and he choose to do nothing about it. Nazeera was right, he is a coward.
