don't freak out

Second of all, I'm starting to understand why my incessant posting annoys some of you so much.

You spent 23 years in prison. You came out, lied about dying to keep hold of your husband, did an armed robbery, held him, his boyfriend and his boyfriend’s stepdad hostage and attacked your husband with a sword. You then came back firing shots at the them, terrorising them and told your husband you refuse to accept he wants to be with someone else. You left and ended up back in prison.

AKA mechanic / bartender AU part 2!!

"They're molten lava, burning against each other, turning each other to gold. And if Aaron weren't a better man, he wouldn't think of the place he grew up in, the people he once knew, his family, because there's a selfishness to his and Robert's alchemy. To go home to Emmerdale now, he would first have to let go of being held in these arms, and that's not something he wants to sacrifice.

But he is a better man.

So, he's holding on now, breathing him in, taking everything he can from him, because Robert doesn't want to go back, and Aaron has to."

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Or: For two years, Aaron and Robert have lived together, away from the scrutiny of the village they once called home. But when tragedy forces them both to return to Emmerdale, a place that hasn't felt like home in a long time, they must reckon with their demons to find out where they really belong.

Chapter 1/8

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And now they're asking questions and making accusations and Aaron is digging his nails into his thighs to stop himself from jumping up and launching them out of his house.

He has to remain calm. Has to bite his tongue. Has to play the part of concerned fiancé.

That last one's not difficult, Robert looks like he's about to ready to pass out when the detectives finally stand up and hand him a business card.

"We'll be in touch, with any further questions," the woman says, an unfriendly smile on her face. "Your parole officer tells us you're just back from a holiday?" She says parole officer like it's a mark against Robert's character, like he may as well just give in and confess and go back to prison.

Like he'll never escape it.

"Portugal," Aaron says from the table, standing and feeling the beginnings of bruises under his jeans. "Visiting family."

thank you so much for the wonderful @sugdendeeznuts and @nerdyfangirl76 for tagging me!

the fourth and penultimate chapter of something blue will be up on sunday. have a little snippet of that as i edit it through!

“Do you want to get married?” Aaron feels his heart thud hard in his chest. “What’s that mean?” “It’s a simple question.” Mack shrugs. “Or do you want to roll about in hay with his brother?” “It’s not funny.” “No, I know it isn’t.” Mack folds his arms over.  “What isn’t?” Chas says as she comes back through with a pint for Aaron. Aaron takes it, feels the cold press against the palm of his hands until they feel numb.  “Aaron’s first dance choice.” Mack kids.  Aaron rolls his eyes and then Chas is banging on about how an Adele tune would be the best thing ever.  Later, Chas goes to lock up and Mack pats Aaron’s knee as he gets up to leave. “Just say the word tomorrow and I’ll be your getaway driver. I promise.” Mack isn’t laughing, he’s not being cheeky and annoying. Mack nods like he wants Aaron to really know.  “Reassuring words from my best man.” Aaron whispers. Mack smiles gently like he’s trying to be careful. “I’ll drive you straight to the farmer’s if you want.” Aaron feels tears pool in his eyes and he realises he needs to get a grip. “I love John.” “Doesn’t mean you need to do this.” Mack says. “Maybe you thought you did ‘cause no one else could come along that’s better but – who knew he had a brother you fancied.” Aaron gives this stupid watery smile. “I can’t hurt him.” He says. “You already have.” Mack says, like he’s so wise. He’s right again. 

I have a love/hate relationship with my romcom event fic, it's got out of control (angst, how not to make stuff angsty???) and Idk how to contain it, but here is a bit. I'm pretty sure hopeful that it will be done before the weekend!

Robert blinks, tears drying in the corners of his eyes as he tries to wrap his mind around it. Aaron looks relaxed, his smile easy if a bit concerned as he holds Robert’s gaze.

“Are you alright? Do you need painkillers?”

He is kind, clearly unbothered about last night, and Robert doesn’t understand. 

“I’m-” his temples are throbbing, “About what happened-”

Aaron’s expression grows more serious as he shifts closer, his hand landing above Robert’s blanket-covered ankle.

“Yes?”

Robert’s brain turns blank. He glances aside at his pretty, expensive wallet, and when he looks at Aaron again, he’s met with an expression so bleak it’s actually scary.

“I’m-” he tries and fails, and Aaron stands up, turning around and wiping his face with a rough gesture.

“Drink. I’ll go make you some toast.”

The room is empty, and Robert’s chest is so full he doesn’t think he can swallow anything.

this kind of policing is why ao3 was created

remember, kids, the three laws of fandom are:

- don’t like; don’t read

- your kink is not my kink

The farmhouse is quiet, as Serena lets herself in, the low hum of a television turned all the way down the only noise to greet her home after a long day spent in Manchester.

Toeing off her boots at the door - not wanting to risk either Aaron or Robert’s wrath for having trodden muddy footprints through the house - Serena heads for the living room, careful, quiet, as she pushes at the half closed door.

The sight that greets her is almost sickeningly domestic - if she were more cynical, she might even think it over the top, but Serena has always been a hopeless romantic, and living with her cousin and his partner hasn’t changed that. If anything, living with Aaron and Robert had made it worse, had made her crave love, and partnership even more than ever before.

Aaron is sitting upright on the couch, only half paying attention to whatever match is playing on the telly, Robert lying across the rest of the length of his couch, his feet hanging over the armrest, her cousin much too tall to comfortably stretch out across the seat.

He did look comfortable, was the thing. Robert’s head was in Aaron’s lap, and he was snoring softly, in a deeper sleep than she’d ever seen him in.

“Hi,” Serena greeted, keeping her voice low, and soft. She knew that sleep tended to elude Robert.

She’d overheard enough hushed arguments between Aaron and Robert in the mornings about how little Robert had slept, had been woken by the creak of Robert pacing the farmhouse in the night enough times to know that sleep wasn’t a familiar friend for her cousin.

Things between her and Aaron were still frosty, at best, but he seemed to - slowly, slowly - be warming up to her; more now, that everything was out in the open and she’d given Aaron and Robert the only thing she had left, the truth.

Aaron’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but it was a smile, at least, so Serena would take the win. He didn’t stop the gentle way he was scratching his fingers through Robert’s hair as he replied.

“Hi,” he returned. “How were your meetings?”

Serena tucked her feet under herself as she sat down, tugging one of the spare blankets up around. “Fine,” she shrugged, because they had honestly been boring, but necessary - so fine seemed to be the best descriptor.

Aaron followed her gaze to Robert, who was still sleeping peacefully. “He was awake all night,” he said, by way of explanation, and there was a quiver of worry to his tone that he rarely let Serena see.

He was determined for her to not get to know him, and Serena understood it, she did - but she was just as determined to not give up on making Aaron like her. Two stubborn people, who wanted entirely different things it could only work out well - Serena was nothing but a painful optimist.

“I’m glad he has you,” Serena said, after a beat of silence. “He - I saw what it was like for him, growing up. His dad was…” she trailed off, unsure of what to say. Her mum had always told her not to speak ill of the dead, but it was hard to find anything nice to say about Jack Sugden.

“A bastard,” Aaron supplied, and there was a twinkle of something wicked in his expression that made Serena even more determined for them to be friends.

“I remember his mum’s funeral,” Serena said, thinking back. If Robert had been fifteen, she’d have been nine - just about - and she’d never forgotten the simple navy dress her mum had put her in.

Children shouldn’t wear black to funerals, she’d explained, years later - and Serena had stood in the graveyard in Emmerdale and tugged her denim jacket around her and watched as her cousin had stood, stoic, refusing to let anyone see how upset he was.

Aaron looked a little surprised. “He doesn’t talk about it.”

Serena shrugged. “I get it,” she said, and she did. Robert had been a quiet twenty-four year old when he’d quietly slipped into the back of the church for her dad’s funeral, not long after his own dad had died. He’d hugged her tightly, and promised to be there for her, and he’d dutifully sent Christmas and birthday cards every year - right until he’d gone to prison.

She shifted, slightly, sinking into the plush material of the armchair.

“I’m just glad he has you,” Serena said, offering Aaron a soft smile. “I used to worry, that he wouldn’t let himself find a happy ever after - but he’s got that, with you.”

Aaron’s cheeks flushed, a little, and Serena would let him blame the fire. “It’s not always been easy,” he murmured, thumb gentle as it brushed across Robert’s cheekbone. Aaron didn’t always come across as a gentle person, but Serena got to see it in moments like this, Aaron’s gentleness on show.

“But it’s worth it?” Serena supplied, and really, if the two of them carried on the way they did, she might believe in love all over again.

“Yeah,” Aaron hummed, pausing for a second as Robert shifted in his lap, mumbling something sleepily. “It’s worth it.”

Serena allowed herself another minute to indulge in the picture-perfect sight of her cousin sleeping peacefully on his partner, Robert’s endless arms and legs chaos in the midst of such a picturesque moment of peace.

“I’ll make dinner tonight,” she offered, because she didn’t want to intrude any longer. “Lasagna sound good?”

Aaron nodded. “Yeah, sounds good,” he confirmed. “Thanks, Serena.”