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softlass27 · 5 years ago

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@nooneelsecomesclose17 requested a Robron and Seb version of the village hall concert in last night’s episode, and I couldn’t resist. I also included Adam because I’ve been watching Mancs in Mumbai and it’s making me miss him. I literally just bashed this out tonight so I’m not sure how good it is, but enjoy!

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Robert shifted in his seat, checking his watch for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Oh for god’s sake, calm down, will you?” Nicola rolled her eyes.

“You calm down,” Robert snapped back, leaning around Laurel to shoot a glare at her.

“I’m sure Aaron’s on his way,” said Laurel, patting his arm reassuringly.

“And even if he’s a bit late, it hardly matters, does it?” Nicola muttered. “It’s the village hall, not the bloomin’ West End.”

“Oi,” Moira laughed from her spot on the row behind them. “Leave him alone, it’s Seb’s first concert, he’s allowed to be a bit nervous.”

Laurel twisted around in her seat to face her and Cain. “Is Isaac singing, too? Dotty didn’t mention it.”

Robert held back a smirk. He’d had Isaac around for enough Disney film nights with Seb to know that there wasn’t a musical bone in the kid’s body. Backflipping off furniture and running headfirst into walls seemed to be more his thing; Robert swore they used more of their first aid supplies on Isaac than they did on their own son.

“Ah, no, but they’re letting him play the triangle,” Moira said, smiling. Robert snorted, then instantly regretted it when Cain’s head whipped towards him, a deep scowl on his face.

“You got somethin’ to say, Sugden?”

“No no, I’m sure he’ll smash it... literally,” he mumbled as he turned back to face the front.

“Robert?” He looked to his left to see Brenda hovering over the empty seat next to him. “D’you mind if I sit here? I like to be next to the aisle, get a good view.”

“No.” His arm shot over it protectively. “Aaron’s sitting here.” Did she not see the leather jacket he’d tossed over the chair as soon as he arrived? He was clearly saving it.

Brenda blinked. “Oh, of course. Cutting it a bit fine, isn’t he?” She sniffed and walked off in search of another seat. He huffed out a sigh and looked at his watch again. Aaron had literally three minutes before he was in serious –

“Hiya.” Aaron tossed Robert’s jacket into his lap and collapsed onto the empty chair, looking slightly out of breath.

“Where the hell have you – ”

“Sorry, traffic was a nightmare, took forever. Adam’s just parking the van,” he added, as if Robert had any interest in what Adam was doing. He held up his watch to Aaron’s face.

“You were this close to missing it, I nearly had to sit with Brenda.”

Aaron grinned and pecked him on the cheek. “As if I’d do that to you.” He held up a small paper bag. “Picked up some chocolate on the way.”

Robert held out for a brief moment, before snatching the bag from him and slinging an arm over his shoulder. “You’re forgiven.”

He heard loud footsteps behind him and turned just in time to see Adam skidding into the hall and squeeze into a spot next to Moira, who cuffed him lightly over the back of the head. “You’re late!”

“It’s not even started, Mum!” Adam rolled his eyes. “Blame Aaron, he’s the one who made us stop ‘cause he just had to get Rob his sweets, apparently.” He kicked the back of Aaron’s chair, and suddenly Robert’s arm was dislodged as Aaron leaned back to shove him in retaliation.

Just as the two were seconds away from roughhousing like a couple of teenagers, Harriet appeared in front of the stage and clapped her hands. “Okay everyone, the show is about to begin!”

Without looking, Robert grabbed the sleeve of Aaron’s hoodie and yanked it roughly so he was facing the front. “Behave,” he hissed.

Aaron looked at him for a second, before interlacing his fingers through Robert’s and giving his hand a squeeze. “He’ll do great. He’s practised so much he could sing every song in his sleep by now. Hell, we all could,” he added with a grimace. It was safe to say the repertoire for Seb’s concert had dominated the Sugden-Dingle household for the last few weeks. “He’ll have a brilliant time, we’ll take him out for ice cream after, and then we can all go home and never have to hear those songs ever again.”

“What if he gets stage fright or something?” Robert whispered as Dawn began herding the kids into their positions.

“Then we’ll get him an even bigger ice cream,” Aaron whispered back.

Robert suddenly became aware of movement in the corner of his eye, and turned to see Nicola rummaging through her handbag. “Where are the bloody – aha!” She triumphantly produced a little plastic bag of foam earplugs and plucked two out. She looked up and paused when she saw them staring at her.

“Earplug, anyone?” She asked, offering the bag around the group.

Robert shot her a thoroughly unimpressed look and shook his head.

“I wouldn’t take it personally, she does this every time,” said Laurel, rolling her eyes.

“When you’ve been to as many of these things as I have, you’ll come prepared, too,” Nicola muttered, wedging them into her ears. “See you on the other side.”

Aaron nudged Robert and nodded towards the stage. Seb was standing in position next to Dotty, craning his neck to find them in the crowd. They both quickly waved until he spotted them and shot them a toothy grin, giving a little wave back. Some of the tension bled out of Robert’s shoulders when he saw how excited he looked – no sign of any nerves whatsoever.

“Are you recording first or should I?” He whispered as the final few kids assembled, Isaac already bashing the triangle in his hand.

Aaron pulled his phone out. “I’ll do the first song, then we can switch. You watch for now.”

As the pianist began to play the first notes, a hush fell over the audience. Aaron held his phone up to start filming, Robert shot Seb one last thumbs up and the show began.

#will I ever stop writing dad!robert #apparently not #i'm also a sucker for robron hanging out with other parents in the village so this was a treat #robron #my writing

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danveresque · 4 years ago

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Hi! #13 + You and I are gonna be friends :)

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

This is such a cool question because it was something I was thinking about the other day. This fic is part of a series and both the other fics have definite playlists associated with them (which I’ll add below), whereas I never really put anything together for this fic.

What I did do was listen to some of the songs on the other playlists because these are universes that sit close to each other where Robert is always destined to return and listening to those same songs helps to retain this vibe of happy inevitability.

In the commentary of I Belong To You, I mentioned also a second playlist which is kind of background music, or the background noise of these particular universes. So below is the unofficial playlist as well as all the other music behind this series. Enjoy, Anony Mouse, and thank you very much for this delightful ask which turned into a really wordy skip down musical memory lane <3

Listens to all the songs.

- ask meme -

You And I Are Gonna Be Friends Playlist

You And I Are Gonna Be Friends / The White Stripes - I liked the idea of this title because it’s so determined. We are not going to do this again. We are going to be friends and nothing else. The song is about childhood friendship and innocence, but I hear the naivety of it which applies nicely these two idiots fighting the inevitable.

Back to You / Bryan Adams - this is the theme song for the series and you can just listen to it and you’ll know why it fits them and these fics.

I Will Wait / Mumford and Sons - this is the Robron theme for these fics, and again, the lyrics and the determined tempo gives you an idea of why this song fits them.

Awaken / Dario Marianelli - this is kind of Aaron’s theme for me. It’s from the Jane Eyre soundtrack, and is the background of Jane’s wandering across the moors. I listened to it through the writing of I Belong To You a lot because Aaron spends 11 years without Robert and this music does an amazing job of getting across a feeling of desolation, and for me it hits the spot of how Aaron must feel without the love of his life.

Spring 1 / Vivaldi - I had already started writing You And I Are Gonna Be Friends when I was listening to this and I just had this vision of green and yellow fields and I thought of Robert and I saw exactly how the fic would end. If you listen to this you can feel the budding of hope, the slow shining of the sun and a final bloom of happiness and relief and when I write the last chapter, this is the emotion in Robert’s chest whether it’s conveyed perfectly or not.

To these I would add from the other playlists:

I Belong to You / Muse - this features on the playlists of the other two fics and definitely for this one too. There’s something about this song that makes me think of love across multiverses and it fits nicely for the entire series where Robert always finds his way back to Aaron and always will because they belong to each other.

Along with this song, I’ll include the aria that is within the song:

Mon Cœur S'ouvre à Ta Voix / Maria Callus - This is another track from the He Belongs To Me soundtrack where Robert is daydreaming about a reunion on the streets of Paris, where he surprises Aaron and kisses him.

In the last chapter of You And I Are Gonna Be Friends, when Robert is dreaming of the white room and there’s music floating around them, it’s just a dream, but if dreams are glimpses into other universes, it is definitely Robert seeing what happens the morning after the end of He Belongs To Me and maybe a sign of things to come.

The Boy Is Mine / When We Were Young - Sometimes you’ll write a fic and you’ll associate a song with it and that song will be changed forever. I listened to this whilst writing He Belongs To Me (which is a lyric in the song). It’s so full of pep and sunshine this song, and possibly the kind of pop Robert might secretly enjoy :D

I wrote this fic at the height of summer and we’d just had news that RH was leaving. I was determined to write something light, fun and summery as a balm and this fic never materialised as the comic piece I wanted, but it managed to be just light-hearted enough.

Now when I hear this song, I think of Robert walking around in Paris with way too expensive shades on, having no qualms at all about breaking up his husband’s marriage. I’ve listened to this quite a few times during the writing of You And I Are Gonna Be Friends and when I post the last chapter I will listen to it again as my musical happy ending because in a universe not dictated by the law of soap storytelling, that’s how it ends for them - happily.

He Belongs to Me Playlist

[The Boy Is Mine / When We Were Young]

[Je T’aime Tant / Julie Delpy]

[I Belong to You / Muse]

[Foux Da Fa Fa / Flight of the Conchords]

[Jalousie / Baguette Quartet]

[Dernière Danse / Indila]

[Mon Cœur S'ouvre à Ta Voix / Maria Callus]

[I Love Paris / J’aime Paris / Zaz]

[All of Me / De T-Mike & Biggie Jo]

[Pour Te Dire Que Je T’aime / Thieve]

[I Love Paris / Avalon Jazz Band]

I Belong To You Playlist

[I Belong to You / Muse]

[So Broken / Bjork]

[I Just Don’t Know What to Do With Myself / The White Stripes]

[I Go Walking Down There / Chris Isaak]

[Without You I’m Nothing / Placebo feat. David Bowie]

[Cellophane / FKA Twigs]

[Shiver - Coldplay]

[Something Good / Sarah Blasko]

[Baby I’m Yours / Arctic Monkeys]

[Better Off As Two / FrankMusik]

#you and I are gonna be friends #and then you'll come home to me #fic commentary #asks #memes #danvblr #robron

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robronsecretsanta · 6 years ago

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Fic: “There must always be a Dingle in Wishing Well.”

@scrapyardboyfriends, to merge it with Robron, I played fast and loose (or maybe not that fast, but definitely loose) with the universe of A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones. Since George R.R. Martin did the same with the definition of ‘a trilogy’, I believe I’m ok. This is not a full blown AU because of the deadline, just a taste of one that I thought you might enjoy. Merry Christmas from your secret santa!

Rating: G Word count: 4588

“There must always be a Dingle in Wishing Well.”

Those were the last words Ser Zak had stressed to him before heading for the south, and they continue to reverberate in Aaron’s mind as he’s making his way between the weirwoods in complete darkness. His uncle had turned southward accompanied by his son, Cain, to face the challenge of the Whites. That family’s wealth and machinations had bought them first the king’s ear and later, as the whispered accusations claimed, his death as well. Ser Zak and Cain did not return. Before they left, his uncle repeated that final reminder. For eons, the Dingles were the Wardens of the North, overseeing it from the castle of Wishing Well. They were pledged not only to defend the North’s territories, but also the collective memories its people swore by. It now fell to Aaron to lead and protect its men. An odd position to suddenly hold, since unlike other rulers in the kingdoms, the Dingles did not raise their children separate from the population they would come to govern. As strange as it was to take this role on, it was the one that Aaron Dingle was born and trained for his whole life. It was the circumstances of how he would step into it that none of them had anticipated.

The weirwoods whisper all around Aaron in the dark of night. He has felt more than once like he was on the brink of understanding what their leaves were rustling about. Even though this gut feeling has never materialised, it gave him a sense of profoundness whenever he walked through the ancient weirwood grove that lay at the heart of the castle grounds. As alert as he must be right now, that sense is still present in him. He continues to make his way among the trees on his own, though he knows the Barton lad, the one that Ser Zak took in as a boy to be his companion, is close on his heels and keeps within earshot. It’s fine, the agreement allowed both sides to bring along up to one servant, as long as those men were kept back. He could afford agreeing to this when he was on his own turf. Aaron is reaching the dark pool next to which the meeting is to take place.

He’s meant to come face to face here with the heir to the House of Sugden, claimant to the throne of the kingdoms. The young man who, so the stories insist, has hatched fire-breathing dragons that can take over the world. If even half of what Aaron’s heard is true, the Sugdens can help him defeat his enemies from the south, as well as the free folk to the north, lurking beyond the great wall. Aaron’s not that sure he does believe the fantastic tales that he’s heard. The meeting place itself is meant to be somewhat of a test. The Sugden heir would have to find his way to the castle in the middle of the night with only one servant as aid, then he’d have to scale the high and impenetrable walls of Wishing Well and next, he would have to navigate without moonlight between the trees that have been growing thick and wild here since the dawn of time. A dragon would be one of the very few ways that this could be done by a complete stranger to these parts.

Aaron didn’t bring a torch with him, to light the path. He knew one won’t be needed for him to find his way around the weirwoods. Besides, he feels comfortable in this darkness. It’s more of an advantage to him than a problem. Now all he needs to do is wait. He hopes it won’t be for long.

A stirring of the leaves nearby is his first indication that he was wrong to assume he’s alone.

“You’ve finally arrived,” he hears the voice before it’s followed by an odd sound and as if out of nowhere, there’s a lit torch held up between him and a young man.

Or rather, Aaron thinks he’s young. In the small circle of light cast by the torch, he finds it hard to decipher whether the deep lines etched in the man’s face are due to age or too many concerns that he’s carried. Not too tall, dark hair, eyes that appear dark as well, but it’s almost impossible to tell if they really are, a mole. There’s no reason to be disappointed by appearances, but for whatever reason, Aaron expected someone more impressive. Maester Kirk had suggested an arranged marriage with the heir of this grand house if all else should fail. Aaron’s first reaction was an angry complete and total rejection of the idea that he’d wed a Sugden, political necessity or not. A few ravens later, carrying bad news from the south beneath their wings, and he acknowledged that he may have to resort to that. If there is no other choice left, then he will, but he would certainly explore every alternative option. Actually facing the heir of that great, and hated, house, the man’s look strikes Aaron as the wrong one to bind himself forever to. It’s proving to be yet one more reason why he hopes to resolve this by other means.

“I see you’ve arrived ahead of time. Not wanting to waste any?” he responds. He wants to be careful, appraise the man standing opposite him.

“Precisely. Shall we discuss our terms for collaboration?”

Blunt. Aaron can appreciate that, but he thinks he picks up on the heir’s voice being a little scared. His gut reaction to that is to dislike that note of fear. If the man is honest about what brought him here, why should he be fearful?

“You’re not going to ask me to bend the knee first?”

The Sugden heir’s face falls, like it strikes him that this is what he was meant to lead with, but then he immediately recovers. “I’m not going to ask, because you will.”

That’s one way to cover your tracks, Aaron supposes. It’s not a very good one, it leaves little room for negotiation. If this is the political prowess the Sugdens can now offer, it may not be that wise for the Dingle House to tie itself to them.

“Will I? Why should I do that? You need me, my Lord,” not Your Highness, “or you wouldn’t be here. Should I ask you to bend the knee, then?”

Anger flashes across the heir’s face.

“It is true what they say about you, then? That you are in open rebellion and have declared yourself King in the North?”

“No, my Lord,” an expression of surprise chases the anger away at that, “my people are the ones who declared it. Should their will not concern me more than yours?”

“Maybe, if you want to live,” the anger’s back, the kind driven by a helplessness at the face of a challenge to one’s authority or status. Not a desirable trait in an ally. Even less so in a husband.

The corners of Aaron’s lips are drawn down of their own accord, unimpressed. “And maybe you want to do something about that hair,” he spits out before he really considers it.

“You dare…!” the man cries out and his hand is suddenly up in the air, mid way to striking Aaron. It’s clad by a gauntlet, it will hurt. It’s meant to, a physical injury in return for an insult. The motion is registered quickly in the mind of a Dingle who was brought up to be a warrior, giving Aaron time to consider his next move. The most natural instinct he has is to reach for the sword in his belt, but he knows that is the wrong response. He can’t afford to pull it out of its sheath, not at this instance. His goal is to reach an alliance, but even if that fails, the last heir of the Sugden dynasty has too many means and his attention should be left to focus on other enemies.

This split second of hesitation, while Aaron is deliberating his preferred course of action, is enough to prevent him from needing to decide. There’s a growl that pierces the night and within that fracture of a second, it’s by his side. He can also hear the sound of running coming from behind him. He doesn’t have to look back to know that the man rushing in is Adam, or to glance to his right to take in the image of his direwolf beside him, Cloud. Big and grey, teeth bared, back arched, he’s a formidable sight and a clear threat. Sugden’s raised hand freezes in its track with terror. From behind the heir, there’s the blurry silhouette of his companion running to them just as swiftly as Adam was. But that is not what Aaron is focused on. The man he was supposed to negotiate with dropped the torch he was holding in his one hand almost as soon as the other one froze for fear of the direwolf. The flame made contact for a moment with his skin before the torch fell to the ground and the dry grass started catching fire. This time, Aaron does draw his sword out and he points it at the man before him.

The man who flinched when his flesh was momentarily burnt.

“Who are you really?” He makes a small gesture at the torch. “Spare me the lies.”

“Stop!” Sugden’s companion shouts out his command as he steps forward. “He’s not the man you want,” he says, his voice calmer once Aaron’s eyes are resting on him, before he takes a few more strides forward. He steps right into the small fire, standing in it with no sign of pain or panic, letting the thigh high flames lap at him. “I am.”

* * *

The fire surrounding his legs and creeping up them is slowly, but surely, beginning to spread. That prompts him to turn to his brother, whose eyes are still fixated on the Wolf Who Rose, as some have already nicknamed the new leader of Dingle family, and the actual direwolf accompanying him. “Andrew, don’t just stand there,” he says, “help me get some water from the pond.”

They have nothing suitable for the task other than the partly empty wineskins they were carrying. They drain those of whatever liquor was there and fill them with pond water. They’re joined by Aaron Dingle and his companion, who have with them waterskins - how sensible and northerner of them - that they pour out over the fire and then refill from the pond, too. It doesn’t take long before their joint efforts put out the flames, much as those fought to outlast them. As he watches the last of the ambers flicker with one final blaze of red before going out, Robert can’t help but feel a tinge of sorrow. Fire cannot kill a dragon like him. If only it didn’t harm others and didn’t have to be extinguished. If only he didn’t have to spend more than half his childhood hiding a part of who he was whenever he had noticed something about him was different to how the other kids were.

“You’re the real son of the king, I take it,” his train of thought is cut off by the man he came here to see. Andrew’s pretense was not just a precaution, in case the Dingles tried anything, but also an opportunity for their new leader to be observed.

Robert grimaces at what too many people thought of the brothers. “We both are. I’m the son who happens to be his by blood,” He looks in the direction of the other two men listening silently. He’s more irritated than he’d like to admit by the whole turn of events straying too far from his plans. His annoyance comes across when he doesn’t mean for it to because next he spits out, “and I don’t negotiate with commoners.” “Oh? That’s alright then,” the retort comes right away, “negotiate with me.” There’s a push back in there that Robert likes and it makes something inside him settle down and regain some of his composure. “Then we should find a spot where we can talk on our own.”

He gets a small nod in response and Aaron Dingle, first of his line in centuries to try and reclaim the mantle of King in the North, turns around at once and leads him away from the one man he brought along with him to help with his task. The Dingles are close to nothing when compared with the glory of House Sugden, but there’s something noble, almost royal, in the way this man carries himself that’s hard not to follow and Robert does. He’s not the only one. The direwolf is walking right next to his human, whose hand naturally finds itself buried in the thick fur. It practically drowns in it, a reminder of just how big the direwolf really is. It’s hard to look away from the shape the two of them make together.

“I hope you appreciate that I’m following you alone when you have that beast by your side,” he says after they’re outside the hearing range of anyone else.

“Cloud won’t let me out of his sight now that he’s decided your brother tried to threaten me. If you want us to speak alone, you’ll have to do with his presence. I wouldn’t complain if I were you, not after you were the one who tried to pass for your own servant. Out of the two of us, you’re the one proving to be hard to trust so far.”

“Ouch. Not totally unfair, but still. Ouch.”

“Besides,” Aaron Dingle abruptly halts and turns around to Robert sharply, forcing him to stop dead in his tracks, “you’re not alone and unprotected. You’ve got one of your dragons here, don’t you? Where did you think we were headed? I’d like to see your beast.”

Robert can feel his cheeks burning under what can only be perceived as a piercing gaze. What a strange new sensation. As far back as he can recall, no physical fire has made him feel this way and for some reason, he doesn’t think any ever will. “If this is where you’re headed, don’t. We can discuss our matters anywhere and you…” he can’t explain the sudden worry that takes over him when nothing major happened other than witnessing a complete stranger take a risk, “you shouldn’t trust me to guarantee your safety.”

“And yet,” Aaron breaks their stance and resumes his strides, “you will.”

Where is that confidence coming from? Robert is left wondering even as he’s forced to quickly step in line. He’s aware that most people pale at the thought of being in the presence of a dragon even if their safety is guaranteed, let alone if it isn’t. Especially when they think that they have a reason to doubt his motivations.

“How would you know where I left my dragon?” he tries to distract himself from everything about this that’s been unsettling.

A small, but deliberate pat to Cloud’s back is the only answer he gets.

Robert can pick up on that, even though he isn’t able to see much beyond the play of shadows and silhouettes. The man he’s following started leading the way in pitch dark without allowing either one of them the time to grab a torch and enjoy its guidance after Andrew’s went out. Robert doesn’t doubt that they are in the right direction, though. Soon enough he can hear Victorion’s breathing. If Cloud’s slowly rising growl is anything to go by, he’s not the only one. In fact, the direwolf seems more and more displeased, though he never so much as slows down.

“Stop!” Robert calls out. He may not be able to see much, but he can tell they’re near enough to Victorion. “We’re here.” He steps forward and bypasses the duo of man and direwolf. His step is unsure when he can’t see the ground he’s walking on, but the hand he reaches out to make contact with is steady. “Trust me?” he throws the question to the man behind him and without waiting to get a reply, he commands the smallest of his three dragons at the exact same time as he turns his back to her, “Dracarys!”

A flame splits up the night. Robert’s hand on Victorion’s neck is guiding the fire to be breathed in a direction safe for everyone and for the act to be longer than usual, allowing him to watch the spot where he knew he’ll see Aaron’s face. The dragon’s flame highlights each one of the man’s features. He is quite handsome, which isn’t really what the Sugden heir came to expect based on stories he’s heard from his family about the Dingle lineage. The expression on Aaron’s face changes from one of tension into that of pure wonder and awe. No fear. No repulsion. He’s beautiful in a way Robert isn’t sure he was ready for.

“You can come closer if you want to. You can touch her.” He didn’t plan on inviting the man to do so, but it feels right.

Aaron takes a hesitant step forward and pauses. He’s waiting for Victorion’s reaction. When there is none, he continues until he touches the scaly skin of the dragon. A little laughter comes out of him like a bubble of air rising, seemingly out of nowhere, to break the surface of water. Robert would wage good money that it’s not a sound people hear often. He starts patting Victorion for how good and quiet she’s being and Aaron mimics him almost immediately. Even though hers is not the most pleasant skin for the touch, not even when compared with other dragons, Robert thinks there’s something thrilling about doing this. The tingle of power that runs right underneath one’s fingers when she moves slightly in reaction. As they continue doing this, their hands accidentally brush against each other, warm in contrast with her cold scales.

Aaron steps back. “I think it’s time you told me,” he says slowly, as if he’s not certain himself that he’s ready for what will come, “what it is that you want from me.”

* * *

Aaron looks down at the crowd of soldiers gathered next to the feet of the mountain. From up here on the cliff, they appear more like foam upon the sea than men, giving the impression of rippling waves as they move.

“Do you have to stand so close to the edge? If one of those numbskulls down there spots you, they can and will try to shoot you with an arrow.”

“They can try, they won’t succeed,” he pulls back to a degree all the same.

“They might succeed,” the voice comes closer and he turns to face Robert, who probably climbed up after him to the edge of the cliff in order to pull Aaron back himself if he had to, “and your Dingle audacity doesn’t actually make you immune to arrows.”

This up close, it’s impossible to ignore Robert’s clear eyes and how radiant he seems to be, even a second before the outbreak of a battle. It makes Aaron feel like he has something stuck in his throat, forcing him to attempt swallowing it down. The discomfort throws his mind back to their talk among the weirwoods, when they made their pact to be allies. What Robert wanted from him, as it turned out, was the fulfillment of a prophecy. “A prophecy?” Aaron was incredulous. It wasn’t like belief in prophecies throughout the kingdoms was unheard of, but to approach a northman because of one was odd. The northerners were more likely than anyone else in the realm to assume that any rhyme offered up as a prophetic text was either nonsense or an attempt at manipulation. After all, they are already aware of the one indisputable truth regarding the future: the inevitability of winter. They don’t need more than that. To try and woe a northman into an alliance through the idea of prophecy is, at best, as naive as expecting one to aid in such lunacy being fulfilled. Robert nodded, like he was reading his mind. “I know how your folk think of this, but…” his eyes dropped, lost in memories, “you have to understand. There was a great fire that could have destroyed my family. It would have, if it weren’t for a prophetic dream. And it did consume the majority of my people. I have no choice other than to believe.” “And you need me to help you make this prophecy come true?” Robert looked back up at him. “When the darkest shadow of the night is cast, the savior’s arrival will be sure and fast, as long as love can be forged with desire… in a song of ice and fire.” Aaron shrugged. “I have no idea what those nursery rhymes mean.” “The night’s shadow… you must have heard some of the same reports I have. From beyond the wall.” He figured out instantly what was referred to since he had indeed heard a few crazy rumors about a nightmarish threat rising in that vast wasteland. To be on the safe side, he preferred to claim ignorance. “What reports?” Robert frowned. “The Others. They’re walking this earth again.” Quiet, and he takes a breath before continuing. “Even if you don’t believe in that, I do. My people, we’ve been waiting, knowing that the night will cast its darkest shadow again. Not that we’re sure what the rest of the prophecy means. My maester thinks the heir to my family is the savior and that I’m meant to rescue the kingdoms in one grand, final battle. He thinks this clash will be the song of their ice against our fire.” “But you don’t agree.” Aaron was surprised to see a smile at that. “Maester Potts is ignoring the whole part about love and desire, isn’t he? Typical of a maester, I guess. He pushes that aside by saying it’s the abstract love and mutual want between me and the people of the realm that I’m meant to save and rule. Sounds a bit too easy to me.” It suddenly clicked. “You don’t agree with him and instead, you think I’m the ice and you’re the fire, and that we…?” Robert shrugged and answered only the first part. “Who better than a Dingle in all of the kingdoms to be the embodiment of ice?” Aaron snorted. “If you’re right, then we are all done for, aren’t we? There’s no love lost between the two of us or our houses.” This didn’t faze Robert as he chuckled in response. “You mean you haven’t fallen madly in love with me in the ten minutes we’ve been talking? I’m shocked.” “Yeah, you’re trying to play it off like you didn’t expect a scenario of that sort, but we haveheard of you here.” Even in a realm where royalties were known for their sexual proclivities, Robert was notorious. “What, my reputation precedes me?” There was too much satisfaction in his voice for Aaron’s liking. “And now you don’t even want to give me a chance as a suitor. That’s alright, I didn’t expect you would. But at the very least you can trust that I am offering you my full faith in this prophecy as a guarantee that I won’t betray you. You may not think it’s true, but I do and that means that I will never be a danger to you or yours. It means, I’ll protect you. I’ll give you my dragons and men to command for whatever purpose you have in mind in the south, for as long as it takes you to trust my words and accept our marriage.” Aaron shook his head in disbelief and dismay. The Sugden heir was offering him all that he was set on getting from their alliance without a nuptial contract being promised, not just yet. That was too good to be true. But he may try to enforce that marriage later down the line. “Even if I accept that you really believe in this, what will happen if I never agree to wed you?” “Well,” there was the ghost of warm breath that fleeted across Aaron’s face when Robert leaned in closer, his wide grin evident even in the dark, “I won’t force you to agree, not now and not ever. Because that’s my challenge, isn’t it? To make you love me and want to marry me… in addition to how much you already wish to bed me.” “I… what?” Aaron was far too astonished to phrase his question better. “No need to pretend, I can read the signs. I have to be very good at that, because… Well, you did hear about my reputation, right?” Aaron still wants to punch Robert whenever he thinks of the smirk with which he said that. Even the enemy soldiers gathering below them, their service paid for by the Whites and their greed for power, can’t distract him from that urge. It’s a desire only partly motivated by those words holding some truth to them. There is an undercurrent of want he feels whenever he looks at the true Sugden heir. Unlike Andrew, there is beauty and charm to Robert that are hard to ignore. Even the notion of going through with the marriage doesn’t seem as wrong when it comes to him. But not like this, not when Aaron is in a way still being forced to make this choice. After all, he is the very essence of the people he grew up with and was meant to rule, proud and unwilling to easily give up any freedoms. And Robert played his hand wrong, having given up all of his cards without demanding any commitments in exchange. He saved the North from an impossible situation while still intending to force his vision of their future on Aaron. The mere thought is enough to cool down any romantic feelings that might have otherwise evolved. No, whatever the song of ice and fire is, it will have to be played without the Dingle line thrown into it. The plan for the battle against the soldiers hired by the Whites is simple and the first stage of it will now be implemented. Most of the northerners and the Sugden soldiers are gathered at the foot of the mountain as well. The two armies are about to clash with Andrew serving as their side’s highest ranking fighter on the battlefield and Adam present as Aaron’s right hand man. He has Cloud by his side, growling and ready to pounce at the enemy’s throats. The sun hits its spot in the sky that they agreed on and the order is given. The men from both sides charge at each other. “Ready?” Robert asks, his one leg already leaning against scaly skin, his hand stretched out to offer help in mounting the dragon. Aaron looks up at the pair of eyes shining back at him and takes in the lack of any doubts or reservations, despite how much this may end up costing. “Hells, yes,” he replies, without being sure which question he’s really answering. They climb Victorion together, about to unleash the second stage and descend on the White soldiers from the sky.

#long post #robron #scrapyardboyfriends #robron fanfiction #robron secret santa

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peoplediedrobert · 6 years ago

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If we’re on a Taylor Swift kick, then Last Kiss and Sad Beautiful Tragic are totally post break up songs, and The Way I Loved You is pre reunion when Aaron was dating Alex 😫😭 oh oh and I Almost Do is like a Christmas/valentines/reunion song for them!

First of all, I’m never NOT on a Taylor Swift kick.

ALSO THANK YOU FOR BRINGING LAST KISS UP. I LOVE Taylor when she was transitioning to pop so her sound was a great meld of country and pop (please make another country album Taylor, my Nashville heart needs it). Imma put this under a keep reading because I wanna put the lyrics for 2 of these songs and it’s gonna get loooong.

I do recall now the smell of the rain

Fresh on the pavement

I ran off the plane

That July 9th

The beat of your heart

It jumps through your shirt

I can still feel your arms

But now I’ll go sit on the floor

Wearing your clothes

All that I know is

I don’t know how to be something you miss

I never thought we’d have a last kiss

Never imagined we’d end like this

Your name, forever the name on my lips

This song feels like one for the day after they really broke up in 2017 AND MY GOD. “I never thought we’d have a last kiss” OH MY FUCK I WANT TO CRY. This is exactly the kind of song you listen to while you drink away your sadness. I’VE BEEN THERE BOYS.

He is sensible and so incredible

And all my single friends are jealous

He says everything I need to hear and it’s like

I couldn’t ask for anything betterHe opens up my door and I get into his car

And he says, you look beautiful tonight

And I feel perfectly fineBut I miss screamin’ and fightin’

And kissin’ in the rain

And it’s two a.m. and I’m cursin’ your name

You’re so in love that you act insane

And that’s the way I loved youBreakin’ down and comin’ undone

It’s a roller-coaster kinda rush

And I never knew I could feel that much

And that’s the way I loved youHe respects my space and never makes me wait

And he calls exactly when he says he will

He’s close to my mother

Talks business with my father

He’s charming and endearing, and I’m comfortable

OH MY GOD THIS SONG WAS WRITTEN ABOUT ALEX BORING AF MASON. Yeah I know *some* people were excited Aaron was with someone so NOT Robert but like???? He was boring! He didn’t excite Aaron and my god would that have been a booooooooooring life with no lust, no spark. “But I miss screamin’ and fightin’ and kissin’ in the rain…you’re so in love that you act insane” YES THIS ARE OUR BOYS SO MUCH.

I’m gonna ask this again : Why is every Taylor Swift song a Robron song? HOW DO YOU DO IT TAY TAY

#robron songs #anon #answered

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babygirlgalitzine · 7 years ago

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Can you do a robron song fic based on: you are the reason by Callum Scott?

Read it on AO3

The song is here

You Are The Reason

There goes my heartbeating, cause you are the reason

When they first met, Aaron didn’t really understand why, buthe was just consumed by his heart beating tenfold. It was all he could hear,everything else going out the window. Each individual thump of his heart couldbe felt, and heard. He was surprised that Robert couldn’t hear it if he wascompletely honest.

Aaron didn’t really understand it, not properly. He’d neverbeen like this when he first met someone, and looking back, he realises thatthat should have been a indicator for how special Robert would grow to be.

Robert didn’t realise what Aaron meant when he talked abouthow fast his heart beat when he was around Robert. He just assumed that it wasnormal, because that’s exactly what happened to Robert too. Except, one night,Robert learnt how Aaron felt. They’d been laid in bed together, Robert’s headon Aaron’s chest, his fingers tracing over Aaron’s body, making aimlesspatterns that didn’t show up. The sheets were wrapped around their legs, butRobert was wrapped around his boyfriend, keeping them both warm. He kissedAaron’s chest gently, not wanting to move much, but desperately needing totaste Aaron, any little of him. When he settled back down and his ear waspressed against Aaron’s skin, all he could hear was the thud of Aaron’s heart.

He smiled, knowing that hecould make Aaron react like that.

And knowing that Aaronmade him react like that.

I’m losing my sleep,please come back now

It was almost as if Aaron had lost a part of him. Hecouldn’t sleep, not without Robert by his side. He hadn’t had to do that formonths, years even, and now it’s what he had to do for the foreseeable. Deepdown, he knew he wanted Robert back. Robert wanted that too, desperately. Butit would cause a lot of pain for everyone involved, and neither of them wantedto have that on their conscious.

Aaron rolled over, his quilt bunched up over his shoulders,the temperature having plummeted over the past couple of nights. Now laid onhis left side, he opened his eyes ever so slightly, focusing on the clock onthe side of the bed that once belonged to Robert. 3:17. A full five hourssleep, if that. He’d been given sleeping pills from his doctor, but he hadn’t eventaken one in the week that he had them.

He wanted to sleep, he really did. But with Robert by hisside.

Robert struggled to sleep too, being forced into his littlesisters box room, a single bed that barely allowed him to sleep with his feetactually in the bed. It was lumpy and bumpy and didn’t smell of Aaron andRobert just couldn’t sleep without that familiarity. He missed the nights thathe spent with his head pressed against the crook of Aaron’s neck; missed thenights when Aaron would come in late from work and just curl around Robert’s alreadysleeping body.

He barely slept, and when he did, he was having dreams aboutAaron coming in the room and cuddling Robert until they woke up.

But then Robert woke up. And his dreams weren’t true. Noteven at all.

And there goes my mindracing, and you are the reason, that I’m still breathing, I’m hopeless now

They saw each other again today. Walked past each other inthe streets. Aaron smiled at Robert, and Robert smiled back, but both of themknew it wasn’t their real smiles. They’d seen them too many times before toknow when their smiles didn’t reach their eyes. Robert hoped Aaron didn’tnotice, but he was wearing Aaron’s hoodie under his jacket. It was the only onehe owned, and it was the only thing of Aaron’s that he managed to keep afterthe break up.

Aaron noticed. Of course he did. He’d been looking for thathoodie for weeks, remembering when Robert had bought it for him, paying a ridiculousamount for something that Aaron would pay a tenner for in Primark. But thequality of it was incredible, and it was probably the softest thing he’d ever felt.Which is why Robert tended to steal it from him during their infamous lazy Sundays.

Robert felt his heart break all over again when he saw Aaron.It was almost like the first time they met, and his heart raced just like Aaronhad explained, only for it to be shattered when Aaron carried on walking, gettingfurther and further away from Robert.

I’d climb everymountain, and swim every ocean

They’d planned to go travelling together at one point in theirlife. Aaron had started it, saying that he wanted to go to as many Europeancountries as possible, and that summer, Robert took him to Spain.

As much as it was a relaxing holiday, where the two of themspent all their time together, on beaches, or drinking cocktails, Robert reallydecided on Spain so he could take Aaron to meet Annie.

She loved him.

Of course she did.

She also embarrassed her grandson, but Robert figured thathe may as well let her show Aaron the baby pictures and tell him all the stories,because nobody else was there to do it.

And then Aaron told Robert that he loved him in the moonlightas they walked hand in hand back to their villa, and Robert told Aaron that heloved him too and that he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of their livestogether.

The next day, Aaron dragged Robert to Montserrat, and theyspent the best part of their day climbing the beautiful mountain, sweating inthe summer heat, and laughing as Aaron remembered the tales of Robert’schildhood, courtesy of Annie.

Then the next day, Robert just wanted to relax and sunbatheon a beach with Aaron. Aaron had warned him that the beach would be busy, but neitherof them were really prepared for how packed it actually would be. They’dmanaged to sunbathe for a whole hour before it got too hot and they just couldn’trelax anymore. Robert had the genius idea of going into the sea to cool off, andAaron had ended up going with him, the two of them messing about like big kids,throwing water over each other and attempting to wrestle each other into submerging.

Just to be with you,and fix what I’ve broken

Broken.

Robert broke Aaron. Aaron broke Robert.

It was toxic in the end really, the amount of arguments theyended up having.

When they were good, they were really good. In love, and didn’tseem to care who knew about it. They had been happy one minute, and broken thenext, it seemed. They’d been arguing for weeks, slamming doors and tearsstreaming. It had gotten to the point where neither of them knew why they’d startedarguing, but it just didn’t seem to end.

Robert had tried his hardest, he’d cooked them a meal, turnedthe lights off and just left it to be lit up by candlelight.

But Aaron didn’t turn up until hours later, slamming thefront door and slurring as he climbed into bed. Robert could smell the boozeand fags coming off of him, and all Aaron could say was that Robert knew Aaronwas going out.

(He didn’t.)

The break was a mutual thing. Normally when people say that,it wasn’t. But for Robert and Aaron, it was. They’d handed their rings over tothe other person after sitting down and having a civil conversation abouthaving a break from each other. Robert let Aaron have the house that they made hometogether, and he moved into Victoria’s. They both cried into their goodbye kiss,Aaron saying “I’ll always love you”, and Robert whispering an “I’ll love you forever”into Aaron’s cheek, before pulling apart and going separate ways.

Oh, cause I need youto see, that you are the reason

Aaron held his phone in his hand, flicking through the photosand memories of him and Robert. He didn’t have the heart to delete them, act likethat part of his life hadn’t happened. Robert didn’t deserve that. Robert was thebest part of Aaron’s life.

He doesn’t know why, but for some reason, Aaron had taken itupon himself to text Robert one of the first photos of them, taken just aftertheir first kiss. It had been during summer, both of them outside the pubdrinking their refreshing pints. Both of them were flushed, and neither of themever admitted it, but that definitely wasn’t because of the sun.

The text he sent alongside it?

“I miss you x”

#robron #aaron x robert #prompt #myfic #anon #ask

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