#robron fics

i wrote a little something after today's episode and aaron's cute sad little face and because i am dying for aaron and robert to discuss robert take the fall:

Vic leaves eventually. Aaron watches as Robert holds at her hand and takes her to the door and promises to be back in a second. It’s been more than a second. It’s been almost fifteen minutes and Aaron feels this gnawing in his stomach. He feels an ache that has nothing to do with the way his body feels battered and bruised by the crash.

No. This is different. Aaron feels this deep down in his bones and it won’t go away because Robert isn’t coming back. The thought just sits there on his mind and then there’s tears in his eyes that won’t stop falling.

Robert would do anything for Vic. Aaron’s known that for years and years. Aaron really found out when Lee was face down and the sirens were going and his life was over like that. Aaron’s never said it, he wouldn’t ever have the need to now but he knew as soon as he saw Lee lying there that it was over. Whatever happiness they had was in the past and it wouldn’t be the same again. 

It’s the same now. Aaron’s alone. It’s happening again. He can’t blame Robert. He can’t blame him for any of it. He’d do the same. If he wasn’t such a shit brother and Liv was alive. he’ d do the exact same. He knows it. 

“Hey.” Aaron doesn’t hear it at first. He thinks he’s imaging the voice, that he’s gone mad or something. “Aaron.” It’s definitely Robert, he’s worried and he’s here and –

Aaron looks up, rubs a hand over his eyes. “What are …”

Robert has a hand on his face, he holds it there against his cheek and his eyes dart across Aaron’s face like he’s trying to work out where it hurts. “Should I get the nurse?”

Aaron leans his face against Robert’s cheek like a soppy idiot. “No.” He says and his heart is racing. He’s waiting for Robert to say what he’s going to say. “Robert.”

“Why are you crying?” Robert says, like it isn’t obvious and then he has this horrible look on his face. “Are you – are –” He gulps hard and goes somewhere Aaron can’t seem to follow. “He was your husband at the end of the day. I get –”

Aaron feels sick. He forces hismelf to look up and at Robert. “You think I’m crying ‘cause John’s dead?”

Robert looks surprised. His shoulders slump a little like he’s relieved he’s wrong. Then he shakes his head and shrugs hard. “I – well why are you crying?”

“Because I thought you’d –” Aaron snaps his mouth shut like he’s scared to say it out loud, like doing just that will make it actually happen.

Robert keeps looking at him. Aaron stares at the bruise he caused, the one he thought would save them both this misery. 

“Thought what?”

Aaron shakes his head and turns himself away as much as he can like Robert will see it happen and give up asking. It doesn’t happen, of course it doesn’t. Instead, Robert changes tact completely and decides to sit on the bed and hold a hand across Aaron’s arm whilst he strokes small circles like he’s trying to talk Aaron off a ledge or something. It’s working, that’s the ridiculous thing. 

“Aaron?”

Aaron gulps so hard he hears it. “I thought you’d gone to the police.”

Robert frowns like Aaron’s mad. “Vic isn’t getting sent down for this.” He’s suddenly angry and Aaron’s heart breaks a little.

Aaron looks down and then up again. “Yeah. I know.” He whispers.

Robert stops frowning, suddenly he gets it. Aaron feels sick. “That’s not going to happen.” He says quietly. 

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Gonna leave the rest of the Mechanic /Bartender AU to post for the event haha, but here's a bit from my Dingle/Sugden Crime Wars story for day 3, which I literally only started planning yesterday lol. And who knows even know if i'll have time to post it by Sunday, but we shall see lmao.

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“Don’t,” Aaron said, his voice stuttering.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t pretend this is something it isn’t.”

Robert closed the space between them until Aaron could feel the heat of him travel up his torso. “I’m not pretending,” he whispered. “You think I risked my family’s standing just for convenience?”

Aaron clenched his jaw. “You risked it because you like winning.”

“And you think this is a game?”

Aaron’s breath caught, shivers tingling every one of his senses as he realised their proximity. Any remaining anger between them shifted, melting into something raw and unguarded. Robert’s hand came up, fingers brushing Aaron’s jaw, softly scraping along the lines of his beard.

“You matter,” Robert said.

The simplicity of it cut deeper than anything else. Aaron grabbed his wrist, not pushing it away but holding it close to his face, and lifted Robert's fingers from his skin, because if he continued to let the other man touch him, he knew he would burst into flames.

He shook his head. “If they find out…”

“They won’t,” Robert said.

“You don’t know that.”

Robert's tone deepened. “Then we deal with it.”

There was the elusive we again.

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I'm throwing yet another tiny snippet of chapter 3 of the gavin and stacey fic out there in hope that I might actually post it soon!

A sigh breaks through Robert’s lips as his fingers tap against the back of his phone in consideration. Vic is right; it’s literally just a phone call, nothing more… but he can only think of Aaron’s expression when Robert made even the tiniest throwaway comment about giving him a ring. It’s enough to make the skin on the back of his neck prickle in embarrassment.  But, it’s not about him, is it? His thumb is already hovering over the Contacts app on the screen, and as he throws his final shred of dignity out of his sister’s kitchen window, he gives in and is immediately met with the contact information for Azzaaaaa. He’s instantly reminded of Aaron’s stupidly endearing drunken giggle as he had eagerly typed his number into Robert’s phone, looking more and more proud of himself with every additional ‘A’ added to the end of his name.  And if Robert has found himself opening this particular contact in his phone more than once since the weekend, no one needs to know that.

So here it goes, my first ever Robron fic. Set in about 2019 and let’s pretend Robert never went to prison and broke everyone’s hearts.

“Please Robert! Give me one good reason why we can’t” Aaron exclaimed at the older man.

“Because I said so” Robert smiled back which earnt a gentle nudge on the shoulder from Aaron.

All Aaron wanted was a puppy. He’d been trying to talk Robert into it for weeks, but he just wasn’t budging. He didn’t see why not; in fact, he thought it would be a great idea. They weren’t any closer to having children because it cost an absolute fortune, so he thought a puppy would be the better way to start their own little family.

However, Robert had his reservations and for good reason. When it came to household responsibilities Aaron was not exactly the most reliable person. In fact, he was useless at it. Robert only had to mention the hoover incident of 2018 and Aaron would see red, much to Robert’s amusement. He wasn’t going to deny it though, Robert did kind of want one to, but he was having way too much fun watching his husband practically beg for one.

Another week went by, but Aaron hadn’t mentioned the P word. He had decided to take matters into his own hands. He was fed up with putting on the ‘perfect’ husband act to win Rob over, it clearly wasn’t working so why not just go for it. Who said Robert had to agree anyway? It was his house and is money too so why not. He couldn’t exactly say no once the thing was in the house anyway, could he?

Two days later Aaron made some rubbish excuse about a pickup in Leeds and left to put his plan into action. After many messages to and from several breeders he had found a puppy that he thought would be a perfect fit for them. They only problem was how to pay for it without Robert noticing it leaving the joint account. Yes, he could pay for it himself, but he wanted it to be their puppy not just his. If he paid for it himself, he knew exactly what his husband would say when the little four-legged poop machine needed cleaning up after. “You brought it; you clean up after it”. And the smug smile to go with it. That’s where Liv came into it.

After much deliberation Liv agreed to let her brother borrow the money from her account. After all she was kinda looking forward to having a dog in the house. However, she had made a deal that Aaron could borrow the money, pay it back in FULL within 24 hours and never, NEVER ask her to pick up after it or be in any way responsible for it. One he agreed to the silly terms Aaron was on his way to collect their new family member.

He knew Robert had a late meeting with a new client so there was plenty of time to get back home and set up everything before he got back. The tiny puppy was curled up in Aaron’s lap when he heard Robert pull up outside. Walking in grumbling to himself about the meeting being a complete waste of time as he took his jacket off and kicked his shoes across the floor. “If I have to speak to that woman one more time I’m going to scre…what’s that?!” The blonde stopped in his tracks when his gaze fell on the tiny ball of fluff on his husband’s lap. “Meet Dave” Aaron grinned. He thought naming the puppy something ‘human’ would be funny but looking at the unamused expression on his husbands face right now maybe he was wrong. “Aaron” Robert sighed. “We can’t have a puppy I told you that so many times. And we definitely can’t have one called Dave!” Robert almost chuckled at the ridiculousness of the name. “Why not? Please Rob look at his little face” Aaron picked the tiny pup up and walked towards his husband. He caved way too quick for his liking but Robert found himself agreeing to keep the puppy. How could he not when he had two sets of puppy dog eyes looking at him and one tiny little tongue licking him on the chin.

A few hours later they were both laying on the rug in the living room playing a game of tug of war with the new member of the family. “Do we have to keep the name Dave?” Robert chuckled as he pulled the toy around in front of Dave’s fluffy little paws. “What’s wrong with it?” Aaron frowned. “Makes him seem tough” The younger man laughed. “So, your fine with shouting Dave across the fields in front of other people?” Robert got up onto his feet admitting defeat against the miniature velociraptor. “His name is Dave, end of Rob”

That night both men were just getting into bed ready for some well-earned rest when it started. The whining.  No one said the first night would be easy but Robert was not prepared for the noise. After countless trips up and down the death stairs Aaron had given up and brought the pup up to the bedroom. “Umm not happening” Robert huffed as he sat up in bed, leaning over and turning the light on. “I’m only just getting use to the idea of this dog you’re not bringing him into our bed as well” The older man shifted pulling the duvet up over his bare chest. “Fine I’ll get my pillow and go then” Aaron grumbled. “Your daddy Robert needs his beauty sleep Dave, looks like it’s the sofa for me and you” Aaron spoke softly to the pup as he left the room with his pillow under one arm and Dave under the other.

Three weeks later, the scrapyard was busy. Way too busy for Aarons liking but he couldn’t complain he was making a mint. The only downside was he didn’t get to spend much time at home with Robert and the newest addition Dave. It was 8 by the time he got home one night and he wasn’t happy about it and neither was Robert. Dave had been running rings around him all evening, peeing on the table legs and chewing literally anything and everything he could get hold of. By the text messages Aaron had received it wouldn’t be long before Robert would be taking the poor little pup back to where he came from. Just as he was making his way into the kitchen, he was stopped by the sight on the sofa in front of him. Robert was curled up on his side head resting on a pile of Daves blankets and toys. With Dave being the little spoon nestled into his husband’s arms. He quickly pulled out his phone and took a picture; it was way too cute not to.

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