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fic:Â have yourself a merry little christmas
robert decided to perform his very own christmas miracle and actually go home to emmerdale for christmas for the first time since he left in a blaze of glory. except, well - dianeâs given his room away to chasâ stupidly gorgeous son, hasnât she?
a âthereâs only one bedâ silliness with a christmas twist, for @ letthebluerain. merry merry christmas emma, i hope you have a wonderful one, and an even better 2019! love, your secret santa.
It was cliché, really, but you could feel a difference in the air when you got back up North, Robert decided. There was something crisper, about the air as he stepped out of the taxi, something colder, fresher about it.
Or maybe â maybe that was the part of him who remembered Emmerdale, and Yorkshire, with a bit more fondness now heâd been gone for as long as he had. Robert had left the village at eighteen, and he hadnât been back since, and mostly by choice.
The first year, it had been because Jack hadnât wanted him back. Robertâs father had made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that Robert wasnât to set foot on the farm that summer. Jack, he hadnât been overly impressed with Robertâs choice of career (âyouâre not going to make a life out of drawing them stupid pictures, Robertâ) and a dramatic relationship, and breakup with Max King before Robert had left for university in a blaze of glory had been the final straw.
He could have come back when Jack had died, Robert supposed. He could have, and he nearly had, heâd made it right to the edge of the graveyard, watching the funeral from afar, watching Andy weep at his graveside, ever the devoted son, even when Robert wasnât there. But then, well, heâd turned right around, and heâd gone right back to Reading, stumbling in the door of his university house gone midnight, his housemates plying him with beer and takeout, the only family he needed, really.
But that was then.
Robert had gotten a call from Diane, an apologetic one, he had to admit, one asking him to come home and spend Christmas with his family, just for once â after all these years.
All these years.
Sometimes, Robert didnât realise how long it had actually been, since heâd left. Time flies, when you donât have to live with your homophobic father who manages to hate you enough that he gets mad that youâve actually upped and gone to university.
But that was beside the point.
The point was the air, and the air felt different, but familiar all at once â crisp, and fresh, and reminiscent of all those early mornings heâd spent out in the fields with his dad, and Andy, keeping the farm ticking over.
Robert couldnât help but raise an eyebrow at himself as he felt an almost fond tug at his heart, thinking of those summer mornings. Hindsight â hindsight was clouding his judgement, Robert decided, and making him forget why heâd gone to university over two hundred miles away in the first place.
No, he was back for Victoria, because heâd missed out on so many years with her already. Itâs not as if they didnât talk, they talked, of course â they even Skyped, once a week, every two weeks, depending on how busy they both were, and Robert sent her postcards and trinkets from every place he visited, Victoria delighted with her mini-map of Robertâs Erasmus sheâd gotten by the end of that semester, getting postcards, and bracelets, and German sweets as often as Robertâs money would allow it.
But he hadnât seen her, not in person, not since the morning heâd left, a black eye blooming where Jack had smacked him one, upon finding Max in Robertâs bed (heâd gotten reckless, and angry, and he was eighteen years old with a point to prove, alright?) and a suitcase in hand, determined to never ever come back again.
He almost hadnât come back this time.
Robert had told Diane no, that he was going to be spending Christmas with friends, as he had done the last two years, his overly kind best mate from halls in first year making a point of bringing Robert back to the perfectly non-descript suburb that heâd grown up in, an hour outside London, anonymous, and simple, and everything Robert had craved as a teenager.
Emmerdale had always been suffocating, the kind of place where everyone knew your name, and every other tiny detail of your life. The kind of place where rumours had flown for months around school, after Robert had been seen with a hand down a mystery boys trousers, the kind of place where everyone felt like they were entitled to an opinion on Robertâs life, on who he shagged, on where he worked.
Jack never had to deal with that, living in a two up, two down, terraced house, where every house looked the same, where no-one made the effort to talk to each other, not more than a simple hello anyway.
Robert could feel his skin start to crawl, as he looked around the village, remembering all the reasons he left all at the same time.
It wasnât too late to run, he supposed.
It wouldnât take an outrageously long time for the taxi to come back, and he could catch the last train down to London. Jack was so stupidly nice heâd probably drive in and collect Robert from the station, and before Christmas Eve was over, he could be sitting with a mulled wine in hand, chatting to Jackâs grandmother, the elderly lady telling him all sorts of stories about the life she used to have in central London, a life that sounded far more exciting than her neat cardigans and fluffy socks would imply.
He could definitely run.
Robert wanted to run.
âRobert?â
And now he definitely couldnât run.
Giving his little sister a weak smile, Robert held out his arms for a hug. âSurprise?â he offered by way of explanation, Victoriaâs face an absolute picture as she realised that her brother was actually home. He didnât have that âwow, look at how grown up my sister isâ moment, because â well, this wasnât the stone age, was it? He had Facebook, and Instagram, and Victoria was always happy to update on her life every ten minutes.
She looked like she did on Instagram stories. But â well, a part of him couldnât help but metaphorically well up, thinking of all the silly, day-to-day things heâd missed out on because heâd stayed away for so long.
âDiane said you werenât coming!â Victoria explained, wrapping her arms around Robertâs waist, hugging him tightly.
âI wasnât,â Robert admitted, hugging her back. âBut I figured it was about time I came back, built a few bridges.â
âYeah?â Victoria looked honest to god hopeful as she looked up at him, as though this was the magical beginning of the end for the great Sugden family feud.
âYeah,â the confirmation tasted acrid on his tongue as he spoke, trying his best not to vomit at the prospect of making nice with his idiot older brother.
Sometimes, Robert would think heâd rather die than ever play nice with Andy.
âCome on, come inside!â Victoria tugged at his sleeve, gesturing for him to come inside the pub with her.
Right.
Robert forget theyâd had to sell the farm, that they lived in the pub now â Dianeâs name above the door, Emmerdale farm in someone elseâs name, and Jack presumably turning in his grave, realising that Andy and his sprogs werenât going to farm his precious land anymore.
(Good.)
âDiane will be so happy to see you,â Victoria chatted, Robertâs suitcase clacking over the uneven concrete as they headed inside. âGod, Robert, itâs so good to see you, I canât believe youâre home! Iâve got so much to tell you.â
Robert let Victoria natter on as he followed her inside the pub, the Woolpack looking the exact same as it had done all those years ago, for Robertâs disastrous leaving party, down to the scratchy carpets, and the mahogany coloured bar top.
A bar top his estranged step-mother was standing behind.
âRobert Jacob Sugden,â Diane didnât sound entirely as though she was scolding him, but it definitely wasnât all excitement. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI decided it was about time I came home for Christmas,â Robert said, trying his best to crack a joke.
Diane moved around from behind the bar, giving him an affectionate smile. âItâs good to see you, Robert,â she said, scooping him into a hug. She smelled the exact same as she always did, overwhelmingly of the perfume that had been a strange addition to the bathroom shelf after sheâd moved into Emmerdale Farm.
âYou too, Diane,â Robert said. âWhat do I have to do to get a pint around here, then?â
âPay for it, I imagine.â
Ah, the dulcet tones of Andy Sugden.
That was on the list of things Robert definitely hadnât missed about Emmerdale. Andy was slouched at the bar, looking incredibly sorry for himself, considering it was Christmas Eve.
âAndy,â Robert didnât even try to hide his grimace. âNice to see you again.â
âYou short of money or something?â Andy said, his words slurring enough that Robert could catch on that he was drunk.
âAndy!â Diane shot him an incredulous look.
âThereâs no other reason for the prodigal son to be returning home,â Andy shrugged, swishing the dregs of his pint around.
âActually, I probably make more money than you do, shovelling cow shit,â Robert snarked back.
Eh, Rome wasnât built in a day, and he wasnât going to start being nice to Andy in one either.
âStop it, the both of you,â Diane fixed them both with a stern look, a hand on Robertâs back. âCome around to the backroom, Iâll get Marlon to fix you something to eat, you must be starving.â
Now that she mentioned it, Robert couldnât deny that he was absolutely starving. Like, embarrassing stomach grumbling kind of starving.
âFood sounds good,â Robert said, following Diane behind the bar, leaving a mopey Andy behind. âHow have things been here, then?â
âTheyâve been good,â Diane said, bustling around the kitchen, plating up something that looked a lot like the stew he used to feed the old sheepdog up at Emmerdale farm, thick and gloopy and incredibly unappealing.
âAndy looks terrible,â Robert commented, sitting down at the kitchen table. Heâd never been in the backroom of the pub, if he was being honest,. The Dingles owned it on their own, last time Robert had lived in the village, and heâd hardly gotten on too well with them, so heâd never exactly been invited around for cosy dinners.
âHim and Katie are fighting,â Victoria said, almost in a stage whisper, settling herself down next to Robert.
âThatâs hardly anything new,â Robert rolled his eyes. Andy and Katie always did fancy themselves as an epic love story, but they fought like cats and dogs most of the time.
âItâs serious this time,â Victoria said, by way of explanation.
âVictoria,â Diane fixed her with a serious look. âI think thatâs a conversation best kept between two brothers, donât you?â
âYes, because me and Andy love to have deep and meaningful conversations about our love lives, Diane.â
Diane pinched his cheek, setting the food down in front of him. âItâs good to see your attitude hasnât changed one bit, Robert,â she said, sitting down next to him. âI do wish youâd told me you were coming home, though.â
âI thought Iâd surprise you!â Robert said defensively. âDo the dramatic movie style return, and all that.â
âYou did always love to make a scene,â a familiar voice drawled, Robert turning to look at whoever it was.
Chas Dingle.
Now, she was never one of the villagers whoâd had much time for Robert - to be entirely fair, not many of them had - but heâd always sort of liked her, if only for the time she banned Jack from the pub for annoying her too much.
âSomeone has to bring a bit of drama to this place,â Robert responded.
âThe problem is,â Diane continued. âWell, we didnât think you were coming home, so - well, Chasâ son is here, heâs sleeping in the spare room, so thereâs not really anywhere for you to stay. Andy is kipping on the couch, right now.â
Great.
Robert had come the entire way home for Christmas, and there wasnât even a patch of floor for him to sleep on.
âWait - you have a son?â Robert raised an eyebrow, looking at Chas.
âNone of your business,â Chas responded, busying herself making a cup of tea.
Ah.
That was more standard Chas.
âAaron, heâs lovely,â Victoria said. âHe used to live in Paris, you know - he has a very exotic life.â
âParis is hardly exotic!â Robert scoffed, pushing the gluey stew around his place, already wondering if he could order himself a takeaway to the pub without Diane - or Marlon, for that matter - knowing.
âItâs more exotic than Reading,â Victoria said pointedly, the door opening, and closing in the background, an unfamiliar face entering the room.
Aaron, Robert assumed.
He was - well, Robert had two working eyes, and he wasnât stupid, he could see Aaron was gorgeous. He had a mop of dark hair, pushed back off his forehead, the sides shaved in close in a way he was surprised he found so attractive. He had a scruffy pair of black jeans on, a jumper that was two sizes too big hanging down over his wrists, his shoulders slumped in a way that made him look completely unapproachable.
âRobert, this is Aaron - Aaron, this is my step-son, Robert.â
Step-son.
That was an intentional distinction, wasnât it?
Aaron fixed him with an intense look. âHi,â he said shortly. âMam, is there anything about to eat?â
âHi Aaron, nice to see you too Aaron, did you have a nice day? I had a very stressful day, because you didnât turn up for your shift in the pub,â Chas snarked at her son, shoveling out a plate of the horrid stew as she spoke.
âI told you, summat came up,â Aaron shrugged, slumping down at the table.
âMe letting you move in wasnât supposed to be you getting to freeload off me, and not pay rent,â Chas looked annoyed, slamming the plate down in front of Aaron. âHonestly, Aaron, youâre not a kid anymore.â
Aaron pulled a face. âTake the stick out.â
Chas slapped him across the back of the head. âGet some manners,â she retorted, a sudden grin on her face. âDiane, I think I have the solution to our overcrowding problem. Seeing as weâve got two little boys staying with us, they can just share.â
Robert raised an eyebrow. âComedy isnât your strong point, Chas.â
âOh, I am entirely serious,â Chas said, giving him an overly sweet smile. âYouâre only here for a few days, Robert, and my son technically isnât paying rent to live here, so you can share his room. Itâll be fun, you can have a Christmas sleepover.â
âMum, Iâm nineteen, Iâm not sharing my room like - like some kid.â
âIâm twenty two!â Robert retorted. âIâm definitely not sharing a bed. Iâll go and see if Val has a spare room or something.â
âShe doesnât, love, I checked this morning,â Diane gave him an apologetic look. âChas is right, itâs only for a few days - itâll be fine, Iâm sure you two will get on swimmingly!â
Swimmingly.
Twenty two years old, and six months from graduating with a first class honours degree, and Robert was spending his Christmas sharing a bed with a Dingle.
Sighing as he watched the clock tick over, the possibility of him getting the last train out of Emmerdale, and back down South, disappeared.
Merry bloody Christmas indeed.
.
âI sleep on the left.â
Robert looked up as Aaron spoke, finally breaking his solid hour of silence. âI sleep on the right,â he replied. âPerfect match, eh?â
âYouâre not my type.â
âYouâre not mine either!â Robert retorted, more than slightly offended that this kid wasnât in to him.
Everyone was into Robert Sugden.
âDonât get so offended,â Aaron smirked, crossing his arms across his chest. âItâs not you, itâs me. No, wait - itâs definitely you. Does the poncy haircut and the weird clothes actually do it for girls?â
âAnd guys,â Robert grinned, popping open the button of his trousers.
âWe do have a bathroom you could change in,â Aaron said pointedly, a look on his face Robert couldnât quite figure out as he watched, Robert pushing his trousers down over his hips, glad heâd worn the Calvin Klein boxers heâd treated himself to recently.
Robert knew he was good-looking, and well - he sort of had a point to prove with this Aaron, he decided.
âSure, but if Iâm not your type, youâre not going to mind if I get my kit off in here, are you?â Robert said, shrugging slightly as he toed off his socks, adding them to the growing pile of clothes on Aaronâs bedroom floor.
Aaron rolled his eyes in response, and grabbed a set of pyjamas from the chest of drawers in front of him, stomping out of the room, and presumably toward bathroom.
Robert folded the clothes heâd just taken off, unzipping his suitcase to try and at least pretend as though he didnât have to live out of it for the next few days, Aaronâs room lacking in storage to the point where Robert assumed if he asked for a hanger so that his shirts didnât need ironing every time he wanted to put one on, heâd probably be shanked.
Clothes away, he decided to take a look around Aaronâs room, curious.
The younger man couldnât have been living in the Woolpack for very long, or else - or else, well, he didnât have much of a personality, the room devoid of photographs, or posters. It felt different to the room Robert called his home in Reading, a pinboard over his desk full of photos of the holidays heâd been on with friends from university, photos from his year abroad.
Sometimes - well, sometimes, Robert wondered what his life would have been like if he hadnât left Emmerdale, if he hadnât come out to his father, and basically gotten the boot. If heâd internalised it all, like heâd been so determined to once upon a time, heâd probably have ended up staying in the village, spending his life trying to prove to his father that he was the better Sugden brother.
Robert shuddered, at the thought.
âYou having a nose?â
âYup,â Robert said childishly. âYou into minimalism, or something?â
âYou into not wearing clothes?â
âWhy, did your mum buy me a matching set of pyjamas too?â Robert questioned, eyes running over the plaid pyjamas Aaron was wearing. They looked comfortable, to be entirely fair, but Robert half expected there to be four or five matching sets under the tree in the morning, so they could do the proper cheesy family Christmas.
Aaron rolled his eyes. âNo need to be jealous, mam was saying you used to have a crush on her.â
âLies,â Robert scoffed. âI did that so my dad wouldnât find out I was shagging Max King.â
Aaron snorted, a look of complete disbelief on his face. âYou what? Jimmy Kingâs brother?â
Robert couldnât help but feel slightly proud of himself, pulling back the right side of the covers. âCarl wasnât happy about it,â he admitted, thinking of the shouting match heâd had with the King brothers about how he was corrupting Max.
Aaron laughed, the expression lighting up his face in a way that made him look entirely different to how he had done the past few hours, melting away the annoyance and anger. âMax King,â he repeated the name. âI never would have guessed that, you know - heâs been with his girlfriend for as long as Iâve been here.â
âI broke his heart,â Robert said cheekily, getting into bed. âMoved all the way to Reading - Iâm sure heâs not even over me, yet.â
Aaron raised an eyebrow, getting into bed beside Robert. âIâm sure,â he drawled, clearly unimpressed again.
Robert gave him an overly cheerful grin, tugging the covers up to his chin, ripping them away from Aaronâs body. âTry keep your hands to yourself tonight now!â
Robert couldnât see Aaronâs face as he replied, the younger man turning off the lights, but his words were crystal clear in the dark of the room. âGet fucked.â
.
Robert woke up alone, which was a weird thing to feel weird about, but heâd kind of expected Aaron to be the type who lazed in bed for hours, and he was kind of hoping to have the opportunity to annoy him a bit more, but he did wake up alone, the duvet pooled around his waist, and the sound of life drifting up the stairs, someone clearly up and cooking breakfast.
Stifling a yawn, Robert swung his legs out of bed, rooting for some clean clothes, donning a jumper and jeans - heâd convince Diane to do some ironing for him later, he decided, running a hand through his sleep ruffled hair, too lazy to do much other than push it back off his face.
He was at the bottom of the stairs when the door opened, a sweaty Aaron tumbling through the door, head to toe in running gear. He was panting, heavily, having not even noticed Robertâs presence as he toed off his shoes, music still blaring in his ears.
Holy -
Aaron was fucking hot. Like, sell your mum for half a chance kind of hot, Robert thought to himself, watching a bead of sweat roll down Aaronâs neck, his hair soaking wet and clung to his head.
Jesus.
âMorning,â Robert decided not to be totally gormless, realising that Aaron was going turn around eventually, and he would end up looking spectacularly stupid, standing on the bottom step of  the stairs and staring like heâd never seen a guy post workout before.
(That would have been a lie. There was two reasons Robert was a regular at the university gym - one, every single one of the trainers was ridiculously hot, and that was the sole reason he forced himself through an hour of kettlebells every Thursday morning, and two, the rugby team looking all sweaty post their weights session.)
âMorning,â Aaron replied, not offering anything else before he pushed past Robert on the stairs, clearly headed for the shower.
Shaking his head, Robert tried to put the thought of deliciously sweaty abs out of his head, heading into the kitchen. Andy was slumped at the kitchen table, clearly hungover within an inch of his life, and looking incredibly sorry for himself, Victoria plating up what looked like an epic fry up.
Who needed the gym, really?
âMorning!â Robert greeted brightly, about thirty times louder than he needed to be, enjoying the wince on Andyâs face as the noise cut through his hangover. âThis smells great, Vic - Iâve not had a proper fry up in ages.â
âI did it mums way,â Victoria smiled softly.
Mums way. The plate did look familiar as Robert looked down, remembering better Sunday mornings of days long gone. He couldnât help the wave of sadness that washed over him as he realised Victoria probably didnât remember those Sunday, and it was more likely that Andy had sat with her, listing every ingredient their mum used to put in a fry up.
Maybe Andy wasnât so useless after all.
âHow is life at university?â Victoria asked, excited, as she set a plate down in front of Robert, and another in front of Andy. âIâm thinking of going to cookery school next year, you know - I wasnât sure what to do after school, so Iâve just been working, but I really love to cook!â
âYou should,â Robert nodded. âCould own your own place one day, if you stick with it.â
âI always tell her that,â Andy spoke, voice gravelly and tired. âProper chef, our Vic.â
Victoria flushed with pride, smiling widely as she sat down. âBut seriously, how about you Robert - are you coming back to Yorkshire, when youâre done with university?â
Back to Yorkshire.
That - that was an idea, wasnât it? A bad one, but an idea all the same.
âIâm uh - no,â Robert shook his head, pushing his beans around his plate. âIâm going to do a masters, actually. Iâve applied to do one in Amsterdam.â
âA masters?â Andy raised an eyebrow. âWhatâs the use in that?â
âI like studying?â Robert replied. âI know youâve not read a book since you scraped by your GCSES, but some of us surprisingly like it.â
âRobert, donât fight,â Victoria sighed, sounding as long suffering as Diane did when the two of them started at it.
âItâs good to know Jack is never gone when youâre around, eh Andy?â Robert rolled his eyes, pushing his chair back.
âYou could just call him dad, you know, seeing as that was what he was,â Andy snarked back, anger clearly the cure for his hangover.
Robert scoffed. âYeah, great dad he was, wasnât he?â he couldnât push down the anger. âKicked his son out because he liked boys, told me he never wanted me to set foot on the farm again. A+ parenting, that. Tell me, Andy, is that how youâre going to raise Sarah and Jack? Seeing as youâre so determined to be exactly like him?â
âRobert, seriously, please -â
Andy stood up, squaring up to Robert.
âIt might help if you were actually a Sugden,â Robert said, knowing the words would hit exactly where he wanted them to.
He just hadnât been expecting Andy to respond by throwing a punch.
And well - Robert wasnât just going to stand there and take it, was he?
âRobert, Andy, stop - stop it! Diane! Chas!â
Robert didnât really expect to get yanked away from Andy, strong arms around his waist as some dragged him away, Diane rushing into the kitchen, looking positively furious, putting a hand on Andyâs chest in an attempt to keep him away from Robert.
âRobert, you havenât been back a day yet!â Diane said, giving him an exasperated look. âWhat could you two possibly be fighting about now?â
âHe was slagging dad off!â Andy practically roared, looking furious.
âWell, heâs dead Andy, so I donât think heâs going to be too offended, do you?â Robert snarked back, Andy managing to shove past Diane, punching Robert square in the face.
âAaron -â
Ah, that was who was holding him by the way.
âCan you take Robert upstairs, sort that lip out?â Diane asked, Robert realising then that his lip was pouring blood, Andy - comically - looking as if his head was about to pop off.
âCâmon,â Aaron pushed Robert in the small of his back, trying to urge Robert toward the door.
One fight was enough for the day, Robert decided, allowing himself to be guided toward the door, and up the stairs.
âYou and Andy are close then,â Aaron joked, rooting in the cupboards for the first aid kit, Robert settling himself down on the closed lid of the toilet.
âMm, best friends, me and him,â Robert replied, wincing as Aaron dabbed at his split lip.
âIt shows,â Aaron snorted, hands surprisingly gentle against Robertâs face as he mopped up the worst of the blood. âDid your dad really do that?â he asked, voice quiet.
Robert swallowed thickly. âYeah.â
âYou donât - you donât have to talk about it.â
Robert gave a miniscule shrug. âIt was a long time ago,â he said. âI got with Max, when we were in sixth form. Itâs not - he wasnât my first, or anything, but it was the first time I really wanted to be with someone. Properly, like. So I decided Iâd come out to my dad, and Diane. Diane was good about it, you know - she was supportive. My dad kicked me out.â
âBecause you liked fellas?â Aaron shook his head, looking disgusted. âPrick.â
âYeah, he was,â Robert sighed. âBut youâre not allowed badmouth the great Jack Sugden in front of Andy, because Andy thinks my dad was the greatest man who ever walked the Earth. Honestly, it wouldnât surprise me if he had a bloody shrine to Jack in his house.â
âCaravan.â
âHm?â
âAndy lives in a caravan, on one of the spare fields up at Butlers Farm,â Aaron explained. âUntil Katie kicked him out, that is.â âDoes it make me a bad person to feel really happy about the fact that Andy got kicked out of a caravan by someone heâs already married, divorced and gotten engaged to again?â
âMaybe,â Aaron shrugged. âBut he did just give you a split lip two days before Christmas.â
Robert let out a dramatic sigh. âThere goes my modelling career.â
Aaron grinned, snapping the clasps of the first aid kit closed. âYouâve not got the face for it anyway,â he gave him a pitiful look, patting Robertâs already ridiculous hair. âStick with being a boffin.â
âYouâre a twat.â
âAnd you kick in your sleep. Like, really badly,â Aaron said, emphasis on the badly. âIâm going to be in bits by time Christmas comes over.â
Robert sort of forgot he did that, sometimes. âSorry,â he winced. âMeet me in the pub, later - Iâll shout you a pint and some grub to make up for it.â
Aaron gave him a tiny smile. âOkay. 5?â
â5 it is,â Robert confirmed, watching as Aaron left the bathroom, his nursing duties for the morning done.
He couldnât quite quell his giddy excitement as he realised Aaron had actually agreed. He didnât know much about him, sure - but he was good looking, and he didnât seem to have much time for Andy, and that ticked most of Robertâs boxes to begin with.
Maybe Christmas in Emmerdale wouldnât be so bad, after all.
.
Robert hadnât intended to be late - really, he hadnât. Heâd gone into Leeds to do some last minute Christmas shopping, realising pretty quickly he had some making up to do with Victoria after his and Andyâs little showdown that morning, and heâd gotten stuck in all the mental Christmas traffic, meaning it was well gone five by time he got to the Woolpack, spotting Aaron sitting in one of the corner booths.
âSorry,â he apologised, sliding into the booth across from Aaron. âI forgot how mad Christmas traffic is, I normally do all my shopping online.â
Aaron shrugged. âYou owe me two pints now - and I was hungry, so I ordered two burgers.â
âIâd eat anything right now,â Robert admitted, shrugging off his jacket. If heâd gotten changed since that morning, it was only because he had blood on his jumper, and it wasnât because he was meeting Aaron for dinner.
Not at all.
âVic was saying you live in Reading, now,â Aaron commented, nudging a pint toward Robert.
Robert gave him a grateful smile, taking a swig of it before he replied. âYeah, I go to university there,â he said. âI do graphic design.â
âLike drawing and all that?â
Robert nodded. âWe do it all digitally,â he explained. âI used to love drawing silly cartoons, in school, so I figured Iâd make a career out of it.â
âYou any good?â Aaron asked, a cheeky grin fixed in place on face.
âYou can decide for yourself,â Robert said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and bringing up instagram, the page heâd had to make back in September as part of his final year portofolio coming up. He passed it over to Aaron, waiting half anxiously for his reaction.
âTheyâre alright,â Aaron said, the concentration on his face as he scrolled through the photos.
Robert rolled his eyes. âAlright, donât be too nice.â
Aaron grinned, the foam of his pint getting stuck in his beard. âI wouldnât want you to get a big head.â
(Funnily enough though, when Robert looked at his phone later that evening, he had a new follower - aarondingle18, an brand new account with a grand total of two followers, Vic and her gormless friend Adam, a photo of Aaron on holiday the profile picture, sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, and a grin fixed in place.)
(Only alright, indeed.)
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Robert imagined that this was what Armistice Day felt like. Him and Andy were standing in the middle of the pub, Victoria, Aaron, Adam, and the rest of the Bartons settled at a table, waiting to see if World War Three was going to kick off.
âSorry for punching you,â Andy said, not looking the slightest bit sorry at all.
âSorry for saying you had a lopsided head.â
Andy raised an eyebrow. âYou never said that.â
âI did now though,â Robert said. âI couldnât help but notice it. Have you seen a doctor about it? It might be why youâve always been such a twat.â
âDiane, I swear to god, Iâm going to clatter him -â
âRobert Jacob Sugden, I will bar you from the only pub this village has if you donât apologise to your brother. Itâs Christmas Eve!â Diane gave them both a long suffering look, Chas sniggering to herself behind the bar.
Robert swore he could hear her mutter something about how Robert wasnât wrong.
âOkay, okay,â Robert held his hands up in surrender. âGod, when did you become Emmerdaleâs answer to Rocky Balboa?â
âRobert.â
âIâm sorry,â Robert said. âCan we sit down and have a pint now?â
âIâll bring a round over,â Diane said, looking incredibly pleased with Robertâs half hearted apology.
âYou two are worse than me and Pete,â Ross snorted as they sat down.
âBecause we were the original feuding brothers, and we did it better,â Robert said, rolling his eyes.
âExactly,â Andy agreed.
âAre you really not fighting for once, just so you can say youâre better at hating each other than Pete and Ross are?â Victoria raised an eyebrow.
âYes,â Robert and Andy replied in unison, Aaron in stitches next to Robert as they spoke.
âIâm so glad Iâve just got a sister,â Aaron said.
âYouâre better off,â Victoria rolled her eyes. âIâm telling you Aaron, every time the two of them are in a room together, I age about ten years.â
âWeâre not that bad!â Robert protested. âItâs friendly banter.â
âThere is nothing more friendly than a split lip,â Aaron hummed, sticking his tongue out at Robert.
âWe could ask Andy to give you a matching one, if youâd like?â
âCan you leave me out of your flirting?â Andy said weakly, nursing the pint Diane had put in front of him.
Robert winked at Aaron. âIf I was flirting, youâd know it.â
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Robert was drunk. He wasnât like, rip-roaring, vomit over your own shoes kind of drunk, but he was definitely a bit drunk. Happy drunk, he decided, pressed knee to knee with Aaron, Adam and Andy at the bar, having some sort of deep and meaningful conversation, Victoria and Matty huddled at a table of their own.
âWhatâs going on there?â Robert inquired.
âIf I tell you, are you going to go psycho big brother like Andy?â
Robert shook his head. âSheâs not a kid anymore, is she? I want her to be happy.â
âAdam was telling me she had a boyfriend last year, Ellis - great guy, apparently, but he got offered a great job in Manchester, and the long-distance didnât work out,â Aaron explained. âMattyâs been in love with her since school, apparently.â
âThatâs sweet,â Robert said, sincere. âYou seeing anyone?â
Aaron shook his head. âI had a boyfriend, in Paris,â he admitted. âBut I left him, a couple of months back. Itâs why Iâm here, trying to sort myself out again.â
âYou miss him?â
Aaron looked at him, blue eyes sincere, and captivating, keeping Robertâs usually hazy drunk focus. âNo,â he said, decisive. âNot even a little bit.â
A comfortable silence fell between them for a few minutes, until Aaron piped up again.
âYou seeing anyone?â
Robert shook his head. âI mean - Iâve dated people, but thereâs not been anything serious for a long time,â he admitted. âI guess I got so focused on university, and making sure I never had to end up here again, I sort of forgot to.â
âItâs not so bad here,â Aaron hummed.
âMaybe for you,â Robert said, glancing around the pub. âBut it just reminds me of my - Jack. And I donât want to spend the rest of my life living somewhere where I feel like I have to live up to a dead manâs expectations of me.â
Aaron gave him a sympathetic smile. âDid he not want you to go to uni?â
Robert shook his head. âHe didnât think I could make anything of myself, drawing those stupid little cartoons,â he said, pulling a face. âTwat.â
âHe sounds it,â Aaron agreed. âSo our bed-sharing is time limited then?â he joked.
âI can give you an extra long cuddle tonight to make up for it,â Robert grinned, wrapping his arms around a squirming Aaron. âI know you secretly love it.â
âIâm going to tie your legs together tonight, I swear to god!â Aaron said, suddenly letting out a snort of laughter, realisation dawning on Robert.
âAre you ticklish Aaron Dingle?â he smirked, Aaronâs eyes widening.
âDonât you dare.â
âOh, I dare,â Robert said, waggling his fingers at Aaron, the younger man honest to God clambering over the back of the booth in an attempt to escape.
âI will kill you,â he warned, backing away from Robertâs wandering fingers.
âWorth it,â Robert grinned, getting out of his own chair, legging it after Aaron as he ran behind the bar, into the backroom.
âYouâre a pair of children!â Chas called after them, Robert not even bothering to respond as he managed to corner Aaron, fingers ghosting over every ticklish part of Aaronâs body, his ribs the worst part, apparently, Aaron collapsing into uncontrollable laughter, head lolling against the wall.
âS-stop Robert, I swear, I will smack you!â
âYouâd never,â Robert grinned, easing up on his tickling all the same, the two of the pressed closely together, close enough that Robert could feel Aaronâs breath heaving out of his chest, Aaron trying to regain his composure.
Robert - well, heâd never wanted to kiss anyone more in his life.
So he did.
Aaron melted in his arms as they kissed, his grip on Robertâs waist impossibly tight. âUpstairs,â he panted against Robertâs mouth. âNow.â
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âFor what itâs worth,â Aaron murmured, cheek pressed into the space between Robertâs shoulder and neck, breath hot against Robertâs bare skin. âI like your silly cartoons. Youâre really talented, Robert.â
Robert couldnât help the flush that rose in his cheeks at Aaronâs compliment, his arms wrapped tightly around the younger man as he drifted off, hair sex messy and familiar under Robertâs fingertips now, the duvet tugged up around the two of them.
It was a bit bloody cliche, he realised that much.
But cliche wasnât so bad, Robert decided.
He had a bit of a lightbulb moment as Aaron started to snore softly, gently untangling himself from Aaron, grabbing the pyjama bottoms Aaron had kicked to the floor that morning, the legs coming up a little short on Robert as he grabbed his laptop, tiptoeing out of the room.
If Christmas wasnât the time to be a bit romantic, when was?
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Robert felt like his eyes were glued together as he was woken up by a scratch of beard against his cheek, Aaron kissing him awake. âMorning,â he said, his voice tired even to his own ears. Heâd stayed up until nearly four, the previous night, working on a present for Aaron.
âMorning,â Aaron replied, a soft smile on his face - one Robert hadnât seen until last night, and one he could happily see a whole lot more. âMerry Christmas.â
âMerry Christmas,â Robert replied. âDo we have to get up?â
âProbably,â Aaron hummed, stretching his arms above his head, fingertips grazing the headboard. âI donât want to, though.â
âMe neither,â Robert said, waiting with bated breath for Aaron to notice the little card on his bedside locker.
âWhatâs this, then?â Aaron gave him a curious look, reaching for the paper, a wide smile spreading across his face as he read what was written on it.
Robert was mostly just glad it looked as good in daylight as it had done at four am, two little cartoon versions of them glancing up from the paper where they were sitting on an absurdly tiny bed, Robertâs cartoon self complete with an exaggerated split lip.
âThereâs a bed in Reading worth sharing if you ever fancy it,â Aaron said aloud, grinning as he did so.
âToo much?â
Aaron shrugged. âItâs Christmas,â he said, leaning in and kissing Robert again, the tug of his beard against Robertâs still healing split lip making him wince. âSorry,â he murmured, a gentle hand on Robertâs cheek.
âIf you think I care, Iâve got a point to prove before we get up,â Robert said, taking the card from Aaron and flinging it over his shoulder, moving so he was straddling Aaron, pinning his hands over his head.
Aaron smirked. âProve it, then.â
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(Merry Christmas indeed.)
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Back to tour affair era ask, all i wanna do is add that not only did Aaron have all the agency, but he sorta dictated how the affair went on. One grumpy look from Aaron and Robert would come crawling. From day 1 when they decided to have the affair down to the reveal that was Aaron driving. Sure, Robbo did change gears occasionally, but Aaron was always in full control.
yess! so much this!! i was thinking about this, but wasn`t sure how to frame it, but god yes!!! aaron might not have even known it and it might not have always looked it from the outside - because robert has an overblown ego and a tongue that`s too sharp and cruel for his own good - but whenever it really came down to it, it was aaron who called the shots. robert was the one who kinda set the playing field, but aaron was the one making the rules in the long run. especially as the affair went on and they got stuck deeper in it, it was mostly robert who was desperate to make aaron stick around, which made him willing to take more and more risks and made him put things on the line that just a few months earlier he never would have gambled with.Â
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Who else but Emma to ask for a PainTM gifset? And you've indulged her and brought suffering onto all of us
âYou suffer, I sufferâ thatâs Emmaâs @letthebluerain favourite motto. Iâm sorry... sheâs evil.
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We are united. Insert that hand meme
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"Thank goodness he found someone who knows every bit of him and accepts him for who he is, and sees the real him, because no one else has since Sarah died." - WHO GAVE U THE RIGHT TO PUT THIS SENTENCE HERE IN FRONT OF MY SALAD!!!
Just doing my duty as a robron fan ;)
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you header with chris and his dog is pure amazingness and love in one photo and it's cured me of life's ills
its the cutest thing, right?!! i live for chris x dodger pictures
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letthebluerain replied to your post: Lo. Lo. Lo. I assumed Aaron and Cain had told...
Seeing this again and reading what the anon said that aaron had asked nicely⊠lmao as if. U know aaronnwas rude af because he knows thatâs how u get robbo going
lbr, aaron did not even ask. cain asked (without even consulting aaron) and then aaron and robert had a secret meeting where robert was like we just need to pretend to hate each other and aaron was like pretend? :) and robert was like :) and then it was immediately awkward because this was the first time theyâd actually spoken since christmas
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one day they'll touch knees again, are you ready for that day to come? HAVE YOU PREPARED YOURSELF
none of us are ready for it
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"If he's trying to.l con or if he likes billy" - sounds awfully faniliar and i'm listening
one is very cute. named Paul. has dimples. very snarky. kind of an asshole, a brother who has a questionable relationship with an âi donât want shit to do with youâ twin sister. has a healthy relationship with trouble (and prison it seems), finger guns, and passing the pub tab to everyone else but himself.
other one is also cute. named Billy. lil bit older. has an adoptive daughter who has seen too much in her time and most of us fans would kill for. heâs a vicar, recovering addict, has not had a good track record with past relationships. blushes easily when flirted with. tries to find the best in everyone even if it makes him look like an ass.
itâs a recipe for the âi didnât mean to fall in love with you but i didâ trope, why anyone else is fighting this is beyond me.
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letthebluerain replied to your post âWhen will Robert get someone who defends him. It's so annoying.â
I'm here, honey
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Scrolling back through a conversation with @letthe3000rain is like flipping through the pages of an encyclopedia, only punctuated with memes.Â
#rust and ruin blogs#friendship#letthebluerain#i just want to play catan like the little goblin i am
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You have the cutest icon in the known universe
I KNOW. @whatdiknow created pure art.
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the anti emma squad
really??? someone tells you to get back to your lovely country and out of the UK and me and Marj are the anti Emma squad? đđ
on the other handâŠâŠ cool nameÂ
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letthebluerain replied to your post: The best thing about these classic episodes?...
Oh man. Idk if i can live through that again. I cried at the episode when Robert finds out andy killed sarah
I canât remember the details of any of it well enough but I enjoy hating Andy LOL
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