#robron3daybonanza2020

[rememberingrobron]

Robron Three Day Bonanza

Starting Friday 30th October- Sunday 1st November, we will be celebrating the beautiful love story of Robron.  As it is only three days, we are doing things slightly differently here.  Each different day will represent a different aspect of Robron’s relationship:

Friday 30th October - 

Theme - Passion/Lust (for gif sets/art/edits/playlists)

Fic Prompts:

“I’ve been wanting you all day.”

“If you don’t kiss me right now, I’m leaving.”

“Do you trust me?”

Saturday 31st October - 

Theme - Friendship (for gif sets/art/edits/playlists)

Fic Prompts:

“Have you been taking care of yourself?”

“I’m just really scared this will ruin our friendship.”

“You took all the pillows, so I’m using you as one.”

Sunday 1st November - 

Theme - Love/Romance (for gif sets/art/edits/playlists)

Fic Prompts:

“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

“It’s you, it always has been.”

“I couldn’t forget you even if I tried. And believe me, I’ve tried.”

We’ll track both the tags #rememberingrobron2020 and #robron3daybonanza2020; therefore, make sure to tag either in the first five tags. We hope you’ll participate and we’re very excited to see what you make for the prompts. If you have any questions, feel free to send us an ask.

[roberts-girl]

Passion/Lust - it burned brightly from the first kiss, never to be extinguished 🔥🔥🔥

[bobbie-robron]

The passion from their first kiss only grew through time...

[karlakattz]

RememberingRobron day 3: love.

I miss them. I miss them and their looks that said 'I love you' even when their mouths didn‘t.

[raelee514]

It's Good Luck, You Know, At Weddings

AO3 Link

They were wet from the rain, arms tight around each other, and laughing about being soaked. Because the sky broke only steps away from the door to the Mill. And they were both too happy to care, about the cold, about being wet. Robert barely felt it. He was too warm from Aaron's gaze. His husband's eyes not looking from him for a second. Their hands and arms unable not to touch and hold. They tripped over each other's feet and didn't care. They stepped in puddles that formed out of nowhere. None of it mattered.

And Aaron pulled him into the building, up to the door to their home. Their home, and for the first time since he opened the door to Keeper's, his eyes left Aaron's face. To stare at a door. But it wasn't just any door. It was the Mill. It was the home he built but never really lived in…

It felt overwhelming, and his breath hitched. He felt strong hands on his shoulders, and Aaron's face blocked his view. Relief flooded him at the sight of his husband. His favorite face in the world. Perfect blue eyes and round cheeks, all that scruff that he missed against his skin. His Aaron…

His face was wet, but Robert wondered which drops were rain and which drops were tears because Aaron sniffed, his nose a bit red, and Robert felt his heart lurch and twist. His beautiful Aaron, who carried his heart for all to see, who cried because he felt things to the bone.

And he loved him. Still? He had to be dreaming.

"Not dreaming…"

[susieskinner93]

I’ve been wanting you all day

what happens when Aaron wears a suit and Robert's incapable of concentrating?

Theme - Passion/Lust

AO3

Robert tried to concentrate on the accounts… but he couldn’t. The twins were at home because they had a little cold, so now Liv was with them. Good thing she came home from uni for the summer holidays. Who even gets a cold in the middle of summer? Under any other circumstances Robert would’ve loved to be the one who’s looking after the little duo, but he was putting work off for weeks now. There was always an excuse not to do it. And now Aaron left almost first thing in the morning to get a deal done, and Robert promised him a quiet night in, with the kids. But in order to do that he had to get these bloody papers done.

He sighed staring ahead. He really couldn’t concentrate. Not with all the thoughts currently running through his head. It was really deliberating that nobody could see any of it. He shook himself when he realized that he zoned out….again. He had no idea if it was for minutes or hours even. He got his answer when the door opened suddenly.

“I’m back.” – sighed Aaron rubbing his eyes while he loosened the tie around his neck. It was that kind of meeting. He didn’t look at Robert yet, so he couldn’t see the way his husband was eyeing him up from behind his desk.   – “You finished?” – he asked finally glancing towards him. Robert didn’t answer, just kept on staring at him. – “Oi! Robert! I’m talking to you. Are you done?” – he repeated while he took a step or two forward. – “God it’s bloody hot in here.” – whispered Aaron under his breath as he started to undo the buttons on his suit.

“Hi. What?” – greeted him Robert having no idea what Aaron just said. – “No, don’t take it off!” – he panicked before Aaron could remove it totally.

“Ah, I thought you said you’re gonna solve this by the time I get back. It’s been…. four hours.” – he sighed looking at his watch, not even commenting on what his husband said about the suit, but he stopped the process of undressing. – “What the hell did you do instead?” – he asked with his hands on his hips. That was the end for Robert. Ever since he saw Aaron dressing up in the morning he was lusting after just a moment where he could get his hands on him. Aaron was usually quick to agree, but this morning he left Robert before he could persuade him.

“It’s your fault you know.” – pointed out Robert casually as he leaned back on his chair, with his eyes still fixed on Aaron’s body.

“My fault? I had a meeting Robert, you said you’re gonna do this cause you can’t work from home because of the kids.”

“Yeah I know but then… you… you put this on…” - he started as he stood up in a matter of seconds to sit on the edge of the desk instead, within arm’s reach to grab Aaron’s waist and pull him against his chest.

“Really?” – asked Aaron with a smirk on his face. One of his hands found its place on Robert’s shoulder, while he let the other hang loosely by his side.

“I’ve been wanting you all day.” – whispered Robert trying to kiss him. Aaron just laughed as he turned his cheek away. God, he was a terrible tease.

“All day? I left first thing, you couldn’t even…”

“Not first thing.” – interrupted Robert – “We got here together and you tortured me for a whole 30 minutes before you left for that meeting.”

“A whole 30 minutes?” – he asked back in a mocking tone. – “And you’ve been worked up ever since?” – he asked biting his lips.

“What do you think?” – asked Robert in a low voice pushing himself against Aaron’s thigh.

“I think …” - gulped Aaron – “… that you need to cool yourself down mate.” – he wanted to sound serious, but his voice betrayed him. Robert started circling his hips and it made his voice break a little.

“I’ve been trying to do that ever since you walked out the door.”

“And you say I’m the one torturing you.” – hissed Aaron closing his eyes. The tension was unbearable by that point.

“It’s nothing more than you deserve.” – grinned Robert kissing his neck.

“Or you… more like.” – moaned Aaron shutting his mind down for a few moments to give in the pleasure of kissing Robert. The suit fell on the floor in less than 10 seconds and by the time Aaron’s brain started working again he was on his back, on the top of Robert’s desk, feeling his husband’s delicate touch as his fingers found their way into his trousers.

“Shit, I forgot that Ellis is dropping by later.” – said Robert pulling away from Aaron. He didn’t get far because Aaron grabbed the back of his head smashing their lips together. Robert couldn’t move. Not that he wanted to.

“Stay. Here. Don’t. Move.” – panted Aron not letting him go.

“I need to lock the door.” – sighed Robert before he let out a long growl. Aaron always knew how to touch him to left him wanting more.

“Do you trust me?” – he asked looking at Robert.

“Yeah but what…”

“I already locked it.” – he confessed grinning.

“You what?” – smiled Robert relaxing a bit. He took his previous place between Aaron’s thighs, waiting for an answer.

“Come on… Mr. Obvious.” – said Aaron rolling his eyes. – “I saw the way you were looking at me in the morning. I knew you wanted to… you know.”

“Aaron….” - started Robert.

“Oi.” – laughed Aaron.

“… Dingle.”

“Stop it.” – said Aaron still laughing.

“You’re gonna regret this.” – said Robert before he kissed him again. Aaron knew that he’s gonna be ruined, but seeing Robert like that? Knowing that he still got that effect on him? It was worth it.

[robron1609]

Remembering Robron 2020

Day 2 - Friendship

Prompt: "You took all the pillows, so I'm using you as one."

AO3 Link:

Pillows

Robert guarded the mountain of creased, misshapen pillows at the foot of his bed, a smirk spreading across his face. Aaron sat across from him, leaning on the headrest with his knees drawn up to his chest as he held his chin up high. His feet relentlessly prodded Robert in the back of the kneecap, much to no gain.

“Seriously?” Aaron sulked, regaining his lost breath.

Robert leant backwards, letting the pile of pillows consume him to rub it in his best friend’s face. His lanky, overly smug frame was stretched to its limit, sprawled out across the feather-soft barrier of pillows and blocking Aaron’s access to each and every single one of them.

Robert sniggered, “Just because you’re weak, mate.”

“You have five hundred pillows and won’t even give me one?”

Robert craned his neck, peering around the mess on his bedroom floor. He shifted his weight to reach for a rather large plush toy cat with a pink bowtie that Victoria had left discarded in his room the night before. He lobbed it at Aaron who caught it with a scowl.

“There you go.”

“Cheers.” Aaron replied, shooting Robert a melodramatic smile that spewed sarcasm.

Aaron flung the fuzzy cat up in the air before booting it across the bedroom, watching as it slammed into the bedroom door with such momentum that the power of it brushed the sticker-littered door shut.

“Nice one.” Robert remarked, his eyes closed as he rested his hands on his stomach. Aaron’s gaze had naturally landed on the rise and fall that came from Robert’s steady breathing before drifting up to his light pink lips that twitched a little when he was really relaxed; but it went a miss by both lads.

Aaron sighed before getting up to route through Robert’s desk for the television remote. The only noise in the meantime was the rhythmic ticking of the slanted clock on the wall. It was framed by a few pieces of homework and revision that Robert’s dorky brain had deemed important enough to pin up on the wall for the duration of Year 11.

The noise of the second hand then faded away, replaced with the distant nattering of Jack and Andy’s voices coming from somewhere downstairs, bouncing off the stone walls at an irritating volume. They sounded joyous, laughter trickling into their conversation and all it did was wind Aaron up, reminding him of Robert’s countless rants on the way home from school each afternoon. He would go on and on about how his dad and brother grew closer each day, pushing Robert further and further into that blind spot. Each bluster would always finish in tears that flowed freely by the time they ended up at Robert’s front porch.

Letting it go, Aaron finally ended up with the TV remote in his hand. He pointed it at the TV but got nothing in return. Scoffing, he peeled the back off, only to be greeted by a blank, empty space where the batteries should be. He chucked the control on the bed with a frustrated puff of his cheeks.

“Andy stole ‘em.” Robert simply said. Aaron just rolled his eyes because what else would he do?

As the sun set, Aaron successfully hunted down a pack of double A’s and the two friends shared a greasy, takeaway pizza under the glow of Robert’s lava lamp with reruns of Top Gear playing on the 24 inch television screen. The window rattled and howled and there was a chill in the bedroom as powerful gusts of winds squeezed through the cracks in the windowpane, jumping at each boom and clash of thunder. If Robert listened really carefully, he could hear the familiar sound of the loose TV aerial flapping against the chimney. It was a miracle that they were seeing any pixels at all as the sound kept dipping and cutting off. But neither Robert or Aaron cared, they were just grateful to be in each other’s company.

They were both stuck in the exact same positions as earlier, Robert submerged in his pretentious amount of pillows and Aaron at the other end of the bed, wrapped tightly in Robert’s duvet. As he wiped his lips with the sleeve of his school jumper, Aaron tossed the now empty pizza box aside. High pitch but almost inaudible whistle sounds came from Robert’s nostrils with each slow breath he emitted and Aaron stopped blinking, fighting away a smile. He shuffled around, dragging his duvet cape with him as he rested his head on Robert’s belly. He let out a content sigh.

“What are you doing?” Came Robert’s anxious voice.

“You took all the pillows, so I’m using you as one.”

Aaron’s victory was small. It meant nothing, it was just Aaron being his cheeky self. But the trail of sweat clinging to Robert’s back disagreed. He had gone from warm to hot and didn’t know what to do with himself. He wanted to jump up and shake away that feeling of the back of Aaron’s head pressing on his tingling stomach, the hair at the nape of Aaron’s neck tickling his belly button. Robert’s weary eyes flickered to the clock. It was nearly nine thirty.

“You should probably get home.” Robert said, sitting up so that Aaron had no choice but to shift with a groan.

Aaron frowned, “I thought I was sleeping round tonight?”

“I just remembered I’m needed on the farm in the morning.” Robert muttered. “You’ll probably deck me if I wake ya up at the crack of dawn.”

Robert couldn’t tell if his lies were absorbent enough for Aaron to soak up but either way there was a glint of dread in Aaron’s eyes that shattered his heart into lots of little pieces. He cleared his throat before handing Aaron his tattered school bag, eyes going blurry as he focused on the large coca-cola stain at the bottom of it.

“Sorry.”

Aaron just grabbed his blazer, swinging it over his shoulder as he scuffed his shoes across the hardwood floors. Once Robert had glimpsed out the window to see Aaron trudging down the driveway past the puddles that were reflecting the orange glow of the outside light bulbs, Robert slumped miserably against the back of his bedroom door and let the floodgates open, tears rolling down his pink cheeks one by one.

The following Monday came around quicker than the flick of a cat’s tail and Robert stood in their usual afterschool spot, shivering from the cold as he waited for Aaron to turn up. He leant against the rotting fence, grimacing at the streaks of moss and grime whilst watching the caretaker tirelessly shovel piles of grit onto the icy road.

Him and Aaron had a routine. The same routine they’d been doing together since that fateful day they became friends nearly two years ago. They would meet by salt bins at the top of the school field, start the treacherous path to the bus stop, hop on the bus to Emmerdale and listen to the same songs on Robert’s MP3 player that he’d bought with months worth of pocket money, chatter on their way up to Butler’s Farm and spend the evening playing monopoly or scrabble in front of the log burner as they toasted marshmallows. Most nights they would pair up to scramble something together in the kitchen whilst Jack and Andy grafted on the farm all night. But on Friday’s, they would both chip in to order a takeaway, whether that be pizza or curry. Never fish and chips though, Aaron was oddly persistent about that. They’d eat, they’d laugh and then if he wasn’t staying over Aaron would begrudgingly get the last bus home.

Robert couldn’t imagine his life without Aaron. Now now, not ever. Whatever he dreamed of, whatever he envisioned for his future; Aaron was always there. It all started on Aaron’s 14th birthday a couple of years ago, also known as the first day that a broken Robert had to go back to school without his mum there to fasten his tie and make his packed lunch in the morning. That whole day had been a blur and every inch of his body felt numb. He’d walked around with the kind of pain he would never wish on his worst enemy. That was until the last lesson of the day - Physics. This mouthy chav with weird spikey hair slouched on the chair next to him, wearing a giant ‘14’ badge and chewing way too much gum. He had somehow stayed in Robert’s life, and heart, from that day on.

Today, however, it was getting dark and Aaron was still nowhere to be seen. So for the first time in two years, Robert stepped on the empty bus back to Emmerdale by himself.

When he arrived home, he creaked the door open and flicked his bedroom light on, shuddering at the silence. He dumped his bag and let out a wivering sigh as he sat on the edge of his bed to pull his shoes off, letting them tumble carelessly to the floor. He sniffed, swallowing the scared, cowardly lump at the back of his throat. His watery eyes landed on the small collection of framed pictures on his dusty windowsill; one of his mum sporting an infectious smile a few months before she’d died, and one of himself, Aaron and Liv. He’d only met Aaron’s little sister and step mum once - the day they’d posed for that photo together. He hadn’t stayed for long, Aaron had been on edge the whole time, sending Robert away before his dad had even returned home from work. Aaron never speaks of the day he let Robert come round.

The display on Robert’s nokia came to life and Aaron’s name flickered on the screen. Robert answered it as quickly as humanly possible.

“Aaron? Where were you after school?”

”Can I come over?”

“Of course.”

The only response was a bleep at the other end of the line so Robert stayed put. And waited. And waited some more. Until an hour or so later when Aaron snuck into Robert’s bedroom, snowflakes melting away on his coat. Robert gasped slightly, eyebrows pressed together in a frown as he told Aaron to put his sopping wet jacket on the radiator and chucked him a chunky woolen blanket.

Aaron cosied up in Robert’s desk chair, picking away at the peeling leather on the side. He chewed nervously at the inside of his cheeks, gazing up at Robert through his eyelashes.

“Why did you suddenly get rid of me on Friday? And don’t lie to me again.”

“I- I told you.” Robert stammered, after a moment of uncomfortable silence that ran Aaron’s patience thin. “I was busy.”

“And I told you I don’t believe you.” Aaron retorted.

It wasn’t a complete fib. Robert had been busy, just not on the farm like he’d claimed. He’d spent that entire morning feeling sorry for himself, laying in bed as he stared vacantly at the cracks and tears on his bedroom ceiling with a stinging heart. Aaron’s name had illuminated Robert’s phone screen for hours, staring him in the face. It nudged him until the battery fell flat and Robert sulked over not having the bottle to press the green button. Instead of nicking the charger from Andy’s room, Robert threw his phone in the wicker shoe basket next to his wardrobe and buried his hand in the sand. Well, his pillow.

Robert wasn’t stupid. He knew that as much as he wanted it to, this... crush he had on his best friend wasn’t going away. It began as a flutter in the bottom of his stomach when Aaron did as much as give him the time of day. And as their friendship grew stronger, that little butterfly that Robert had gotten used to reproduced. It multiplied until a flock of them took over Robert’s body in a matter of months and it was powerful.

Aaron wasn’t stupid either. He’d noticed the not-so-subtle shift in their dynamic. At some point in the past couple of months, when they came back to the farm after school, the scratchy living room carpet they sat cross legged on had changed to the lumps and bumps of Robert’s spring mattress that had seen better days, the awkward silence had changed to a lack of boundaries, the playful slaps and punches had changed to hugs that lasted for just a little too long and the one versus one football matches in the park had changed to stingy little dinner dates that they both turned up to looking their best.

The squeaking of the wheels from his desk chair brought Robert back into the room and he looked up to find Aaron spinning in circles on the chair, like what Vic does when she’s waiting for her big brother to get off his arse and play Vets with her.

Robert perched at the edge of his bed, drumming on his knees.

Aaron spoke tentatively, “What is it, really? I can take it.”

Robert stuck his leg out, hooking the bottom of Aaron’s chair with his foot. It stopped spinning abruptly and Aaron then realised just how serious Robert’s tensed features were.

“Do you remember last summer when you caught me kissing that boy in one of the barns?” Robert asked, a little clumsily as he raced through his words.

“Yeah, the farmhand. We never spoke about that.”

“We didn’t need to.” Robert exhaled shakily. “Anyway, things went a little further. We ended up in here.”

Aaron felt a wave of jealousy splash over his feet which he tried his utmost hardest to ignore. “Okay. And then what happened?”

“My dad caught us before anything could happen. He sacked him on the spot and then he- he beat me black and blue, basically. He started proper shouting, kept saying how no son of his would ever-” The strain in Robert’s throat caught up with him and he couldn’t breath, scraping for air as his tears burned and hushed him. He felt Aaron’s hands on his trembling back, pulling him close enough to feel Aaron’s chest heaving in sync against his. It calmed him like a lullaby.

Robert could still feel the bruises from Jack's disgust that marked him for days. They’d followed him the next morning when he hobbled over to the church, sobbing and desperate to talk to his mum again. Just to feel her arms around him one last time, listen to her calming voice tell him that he was loved for who he was.

“Listen to me.” Aaron put his palms either side of Robert’s face, tilting the blond’s heavy head up to meet his eyes. “Whoever you like, whatever you like, it doesn’t matter. Okay? You’re still so amazing and Jack is mad for not seeing that.”

“Do you really mean that?” Robert asked through a sniffle.

“Of course.” Aaron smiled, rubbing Robert’s back to sooth him.

Robert dabbed at his tears with a balled up fist under his sleeve, counting softly and silently to try and calm his uneven breathing. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Aaron lunged forward to give Robert a tight hug. He nestled his head in the crook of Robert’s neck and Robert let one last tear fall, melting in Aaron’s uplifting embrace. With Robert’s nose snug against Aaron’s shoulder, he inhaled the warming scent of his best friend and the corner of his lips curled up. It was like he got high off Aaron’s smell and often used, no, needed it as relief when his head was mashed. Except this time, he couldn’t seem to get enough and when Aaron let him go he delved in, eyes squeezed shut, and planted his lips on Aaron’s. But before he even knew what he was doing, he felt Aaron’s palms press firmly on his chest, pushing him away.

“What are you doing?” Aaron gulped, a flash of panic flying across his face. He backed away from Robert like a threatened animal at the zoo.

Robert’s stare flicked repeatedly between Aaron’s slightly parted lips and his hand that hovered over the door handle ready to flee if need be. Except Aaron wasn’t leaving. He’d froze on the spot, chin trembling as his eyes glued themselves to Robert’s. It was like he wanted to tear them away with every fibre of his being but something was stopping him.

Robert shrugged, “I- I’m sorry.”

And he honestly didn’t know what was running through Aaron’s mind. Perhaps it was a reflection of his own memories. Vivid images of Aaron clicking his pen on the desk at school, head resting on the palm of his hand as waited for the bell to ring. When he thought Robert was solely focused on jotting down notes, Aaron would often let his eyes avert to the odd boy who had been taking up his daydreams that week. Wistfully gazing into the back of some boy’s head until he snapped his attention away and frantically scribbled in his text book, acting like all those thoughts and labels whirling around his mind from day to day weren’t important.

Robert had picked up on it and it kept him awake at night.

It had landed them both to this moment right now.

“Robert?” Aaron’s voice was timid.

“Mm?”

Aaron reached to put his arms around Robert’s neck, gently pulling him closer until their lips met again. Robert relaxed and kissed him back in a heartbeat.

 

8 Years Later

Aaron dangled the key to his and Robert’s new home off the tip of his finger. Their first home. He was standing in the centre of the unfurnished flat, Robert’s arm draped over his shoulder as he beamed at his fiancé.

“It’s going to take a lot of work but-”

Aaron cut Robert off, “It doesn’t matter, it’s already perfect.”

“Soft lad.” Robert noted.

“Oi!" Aaron jabbed Robert in the stomach. "There’s only one soft lad around here and it’s not me.”

Robert gave a light laugh before worming his hand around the back of Aaron’s neck and smiling into a kiss.

Years ago, as the last year of school had drawn to a close, the two of them had gone their separate ways. When their little bubble of secrecy burst and the honeymoon period came to an abrupt end, Robert fell to the black sheep of his family. With a long summer ahead, the feuding became tiresome and eventually drove him out of the village as autumn loomed. Aaron woke up one morning and Robert just wasn’t there. No note, no goodbye, nothing. Just a cold pillow and a long continuous beep when his number was dialled.

Aaron had never needed him more when things at home spiraled into dark, nasty and uncharted places and he felt constantly bruised and suffocated under the monstrous hands of the one person who was supposed to love him and keep him safe. With the help of Sandra and his mum, he’d successfully fought tooth and nail to put his so called father behind bars and leave him to rot all the way to hell.

Him and his mum's relationship had had a bumpy start but that can be expected when coming face to face for the first time in over a decade in a courtroom of all places. Hardly ideal. However, Chas battled seamlessly to prove herself and now they had got back the bond Aaron had dreamed of having since the day she upped and left. Aaron had got his life back. Even if it was incomplete until Robert had returned.

And as for Robert… well, that's a story for another day. For now, it remains one of those questions that lives on unanswered.

"So, pub or takeaway? Unless you want to cook." Robert asked, snagging Aaron's train of thought.

Aaron snorted, "And wake up on moving day with food poisoning? Nah, you're alright."

"Fair enough. Pizza it is." Robert patted himself down in search of his phone and pulled it out, his back scraping down the wall until he landed on the floor with a thud.

Aaron slid his hands in his pockets and parroted Robert, legs stuck out in front of him as he sat.

"We should've brought a cushion or something." Robert pointed out.

Aaron looked at Robert like he had hung the moon. "Don't need a pillow, I've got you for that."

As Aaron curled up and snuggled his head between Robert's stomach and lap, Robert wondered how his heart hadn't swelled up so much that it burst through the defences of his ribcage and flustered skin. Robert truly counted his luck stars because if he ever lost Aaron, he would lose his heart as well. But they were a long way from that. In this moment, his hand covered Aaron's and their engagement rings clinked together in sweet harmony.

[rememberingrobron]

From the people behind @aarondingleweek2020 @robertsugdenweek and @robronweek we bring you @rememberingrobron

We’re a new blog created specifically to make the dreaded 1st year anniversary of Robert’s departure a positive thing. So join us on Friday 30th October-1st November 2020 to celebrate all the amazing things about Robron that captured our heart and made us fall in love with them.

If you’re still wondering who we are, check us out individually here @like-the-first-time-i-kissed-you @howellobrien @sugdenlovesdingle @isaacslahey and @lizzzzoo

We hope you will join us to make the three-day bonanza special. More details will be released soon, but we’re all very excited about what we have in store.

[karlakattz]

RememberingRobron day 2: friendship.

I kinda interpretated this theme different, I imagined which friendships I would have loved to see for our boys.

Double dates with Vadam, nerdy nights with Robinn, hilarious bickering between Finnron...

Talk about wasted potential... sigh.

[rememberingrobron]

Hello!

This is just a reminder that Remembering Robron’s Three Day Bonanza officially starts tomorrow.

Remember to tag all your posts with #rememberingrobron2020 or #robron3daybonanza2020.  If we move onto the next day and we haven’t reblogged your post, please send us an ask or message.  We would hate to miss anyone’s wonderful creations and hard work.

In addition, we aim to get #Robron trending over the next three days, so any posts or reblogs you create, don’t forget to use #Robron in the tags.  

We’re very excited to see what everyone’s created to celebrate the perfect and beautiful Robron. 

[bobbie-robron]

Friendship grows out of supporting the one you love (but can’t be with at the time)...

[rememberingrobron]

A massive thank you to everyone who has participated, reblogged and supported Remembering Robron’s Three Day Bonanza 2020. We were so happy to see the amount of love Robron received over the last few days.  Everyone’s creations have been amazing and we loved them so much.

If you would like to look through all the lovely posts again, they have been tagged by day, the creators URL and the type of post it was.

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Gif Sets

Fics

Art

[karlakattz]

This scene.

RememberingRobron: day 1. Passion/Lust.

[karlakattz]

“Just for the record,“ Robert starts and holds his hands up, a smirk starts tugging at the corners of his mouth, “you stole a car-”

“Borrowed it!“

“-to have sex in it?!“

— — —

My first fic for RememberingRobron is online.

➡️ "Do you trust me?“

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27269110

[susieskinner93]

It’s you, it always has been

Robert is out, they have a lot to talk about.

AO3

Aaron woke up with a fear in his gut. He just knew that something was off. In his half-asleep state, he reached out his hand immediately only to find the bed empty. Robert wasn’t there. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, then opened them to look around the hotel room. He knew Robert wasn’t there, but when he felt the light breeze coming from the open window, he knew where to find him. He left the bed, got to the window to take a look at the back garden. It was still pitch dark, but he could see the silhouette of a man. Not just any man, Robert. He didn’t do anything, he just sat there. Aaron watched him for a few minutes while the memories of their reunion flashed before his eyes.

Robert got out early, only serving about 3 and a half years of his sentence. Aaron wouldn’t even know but a couple of days before that, he got a mysterious letter without any kind of sender on it. It was a very short letter, very straight to the point. Just a date, an address, and a few words :

                                                 August 15th

                                                Dorset Hotel

                                              if it still counts…

                                                You know x

He knew it could only come from Robert. Whether if he would go or not… it wasn’t even a question. He obviously tried to call the prison, but they didn’t provide him with any information, so he thought he just simply had to turn up if he wanted any kind of explanation.

And now, only 2 days after he first set eyes on Robert again, they were still at the hotel on the Island, spending their days talking. To be honest, talking came afterwards. None of them could hold their emotions back so the fact that after a solid 2-minute chat they ended up in the room… in bed, wasn’t even surprising. Robert tried to stop Aaron, to ask him…. he didn’t even know what he wanted to ask, but Aaron only told him to shut up and that was enough for Robert. At that time.

Talking came specifically 30 seconds after they stopped panting. There were a few agonizingly slow seconds of staring before they started talking at the same time… which only made them smile. It was a great icebreaker. Not to mention the sex. But after the early awkward awareness of the complexity of the situation, they talked. And it was proper talk. And even if it didn’t solve all of their problems, it definitely clarified a lot of things.

Ever since that first honest conversation, they never really stopped. They both had things to say, and it took them a while before they felt like it’s going somewhere.

Robert barely slept, and he didn’t say much about how things were inside, but he told Aaron a few things. That’s why Aaron wasn’t even surprised to find Robert sitting in the Hotel’s back garden, instead of sitting in the room with 4 walls surrounding him. He understood. Of course, he did. The feeling of freedom, the fact that he was able to just leave a room, to go out to feel the wind on his face, to be able to take a deep breath. It was liberating and Aaron knew how much it meant to Robert.

He approached him quietly, not wanting to startle him, in case he drifted off to sleep. His eyes were indeed closed, but when Aaron placed his hand gently on Robert’s shoulder, he jumped a bit, and in a matter of a nanosecond his eyes were open wide.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” - started Aaron as he came around to sit opposite him.

“No, I… I knew it must be you… it’s just….”

“Old habits… yeah I know.” – nodded Aaron understanding. – “Nightmares?” – he asked softly not even looking at Robert. He watched the night sky instead, knowing how frustrated it was for Robert when he looked at him for too long. It’s not because he didn’t want Aaron to look at him… it’s just…. prison chances people. And Robert didn’t need to explain any of that to Aaron.

“It’s not that bad.” – shrugged Robert, not denying that he indeed had nightmares, even if he was a free man now.

“It’s natural.” – whispered Aaron as he took a glance at him. He didn’t want to force the subject, he knew that Robert will tell him when he’s ready.

“God I’m so selfish.” – sighed Robert out of the blue. That was the moment when Aaron turned towards him looking directly into his eyes.

“What?”

“I just… sent you that letter assuming that you’re gonna turn up…”

“I did turn up.” – pointed out Aaron.

“Yeah, but I didn’t know whether you have someone or…. or moved…. or….”

“Robert, don’t you know me by now?”

“It’s been almost 4 years since I saw you…. I don’t think I have the right to….”

“Then let me tell ya.” – interrupted Aaron before …. his husband? could say something stupid. They didn’t clarify labels, it didn’t come up since they first started talking things through. – “You know me. And I know we’ve talked about this… briefly, but… it’s you, it always has been.” – he said with a weak smile.

“Aaron…” - sighed Robert turning his head away, but Aaron could see the moment when a single teardrop made its way down Robert’s cheek.  - “You know…” - he said sniffing – “…part of me hoped you’d forget me. At least that’s what I was telling myself when I missed you too much. That it would be better… for you. Because that’s all I wanted Aaron. Things to be better for you.”

“I couldn’t forget you even if I tried. And believe me, I’ve tried.” – answered Aaron with a dry laugh. And Robert knew that as well. He didn’t make a comment on it. He didn’t think he had the right to form an opinion on something he himself pushed Aaron into. When Aaron realized that he won’t get a response from Robert he swallowed hard and asked – “Do you regret sending that letter?” – at first Robert looked at him confused and Aaron realized he had to clarify because there was more than 1 letter in the picture. – “This last one I mean. I know why you… or well the solicitor I guess sent that letter when he did… I know why you did that. Not that I can understand but… I’m talking about this last one now. The one you sent this address in.”

“No. I don’t regret it.” – said Robert shaking his head slightly. – “I told you. I’m selfish. I had to see you. Even if you could’ve been married again for all I know.”

“Married?” – asked back Aaron with a bittersweet laughter. Robert could hear the exact moment his voice broke a little and he just knew that Aaron was in tears. – “D’ya know what was the worst?” – asked Aaron not really waiting for an answer – “Worse than all the missed birthdays or… or anniversaries and Christmases…?” – Robert knew he didn’t finish so he just waited for whatever Aaron had to say next… bracing himself. – “Even after I got the papers about the divorce… I always thought about you as me husband. Always.” – he said wiping his face with the sleeve of his shirt.

“You still think of me like that?” – asked Robert and Aaron could hear it in his tone that it was a genuine question.

“Yeah.” – laughed Aaron looking up at the sky again. – “I must be mad but… yeah.” – he said looking back at him.

“Aaron?” – asked Robert after a couple of minutes of silence.

“Hmm?”

“If I told you I couldn’t go back to Emmerdale…. would you still wanna be with me?” – he asked with his eyes fixed on the ground.

“Is this a serious question?” – asked Aaron and Robert could detect a hint of pain in his voice. He didn’t dare to answer so he just nodded instead. – “Of course I would.”

“But… it’s your home.” - he said lifting his head up.

“Robert… home stopped being a place when you entered my life.” – he said simply and Robert didn’t even know he was holding back his breath before he let it out.  – “Do you want me to sit here with you, or you wanna be alone for a bit?” – asked Aaron knowing that they finished this chat for now. He could sense it from Robert’s body language, and he didn’t mind. He knew that now they had all the time in the world to talk about everything.

“Stay with me… please.”– said Robert as he reached out his hand to stop Aaron from standing up.

“Alright.” – smiled Aaron taking Robert's hand, and as he intertwined their fingers he swore to himself that he’ll never let him go again.

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You took all the pillows, so I’m using you as one

Robert just wants to sleep, but there are certain factors making things difficult for him.

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Robert tried to sleep. Tried was the keyword. He couldn’t. He felt extremely hot. The light breeze of the autumn wind was welcomed as a whole, not just for the nights. But to be fair he always loved this season. It was definitely better than the summer heatwave, and there was something about the fallen leaves and the change in the weather that he was just simply drawn to. Or maybe he just loved the concept of it because of his wedding. He was sentimental like that, but it was pretty obvious that he was glad he didn’t have restless nights because of the unbearable heat anymore. Or so he thought. Because right now it was difficult to drift back to sleep when he felt like he might be burning up. His sleepy brain couldn’t place the source of it first, but then everything got clearer.

“Aaron, what are you doing?” - asked Robert half asleep after feeling Aaron moving around like he was unable to settle in bed. He was basically covering Robert, getting comfortable right on top of him, creating a nice little sauna for his husband. Aaron didn’t seem to mind. Even more so… he didn’t seem to hear a thing from what Robert just said.  – “Aaron!” – groaned Robert a little louder this time, trying to turn around and shake Aaron off in the process.

“What? You took all the pillows, so I’m using you as one.” – murmured Aaron with his eyes still closed, not letting Robert off the hook. Okay maybe Robert did have a few pillows… maybe all of it… but to punish him like this? Nonsense.

“I’m gonna suffocate…. it’s hot… and not in a kinky way.” – he said. – “Plus I think you kicked my liver down with all this moving around.” – he added sulking.

“Me, kicking you?” – asked back Aaron lifting himself up a bit. – “Pff alright…. grump.” – he sighed as he put a little distance between their bodies. – “There… that’ll do.” – he said as he turned again, facing away from Robert. He knew how to make his husband feel guilty.

“Hey, come back.” – whispered Robert pulling Aaron’s shoulder within a second.

“No, you said you were hot. I don’t wanna disturb ya. Just gimme a pillow.”

“No, I can be your pillow.”– said Robert totally forgetting that it was his problem in the beginning.

“Why don’t you kick that duvet off? It’s not freezing cold just yet.”

“For you… but you know the little monster who just barges in here when he feels like to sleep with us…” - smiled Robert.

“Yeah and he always ends up in the middle of the bed and you always sleep through the agony, so after like 20 minutes of praying that he might… just might give me an inch of the bed so I can get back to sleep I give up and go downstairs.” – chuckled Aaron.

“Well, you could try taking him back to his bed.”

“Yeah, I did try remember? He woke up and demanded to go back to our room.”

“That’s why you’re never in bed when I wake up with Seb there?”

“Okay not never, but it’s rare when he lets me have that minimum amount of space.” – he laughed softly.

“He probably doesn’t even know what he’s doing.” – said Robert.

“Yeah I know, and it’s kind of amusing watching you lot sleep.” – said Aaron before he winced at his own words – “Not in a creepy way… it’s just you’re so alike.”

“Yeah? You know I could say the same.” – smiled Robert as he turned on his back pulling Aaron to his chest. He could feel Aaron’s confusion so he started to elaborate – “It’s just all the times you two have a little nap in the afternoon… on the couch… or… or watching footie… it’s scary how alike you two are.” – he said and he could immediately see Aaron’s blushing.

“Come on Robert that’s…”

“That’s the truth.” – said Robert not letting him finish. – “He’s always copying you. He always wants what you have… he adores you.”

“I never noticed.” – said Aaron thinking. He was clearly surprised. –“ I mean this was all… natural to me, I never thought…. what?” – he asked when he realized that Robert was staring down at him.

“Nothing, I just love you.”

“You’re being really sentimental tonight, you know that?” – chuckled Aaron before they heard their door creaking open. Seb didn’t say a word just stood there with his favorite teddy in his hand, looking at his dads from the edge of the bed. – “Hey little man, what’s wrong? You can’t sleep?” – he asked as he sat up to focus on his son. Seb shook his head and he even pouted, not like he needed to. Emotional blackmailing was in his blood, and Aaron could never say no to him.

“Come on, get in here.” – said Robert lifting the duvet up that he kicked off a couple of minutes ago. He had a feeling they’re gonna need it later. Because no matter how good the weather was still, Seb  - and Robert, comes to it – could only fall asleep with a blanket covering them from head to toe. Aaron just had to deal with it, but for those two he gladly did.

“Alright, but no kicking, okay?” – warned him Aaron, before he gave a kiss to Seb. The little boy snuggled up to him immediately and it filled Aaron’s heart with such happiness he never in a million years thought he’d feel.

“Alright buddy, if you close your eyes real quick and fall asleep, Daddy Aaron might make you his famous Sunday lunch.”

“But first cereal.” - said Seb pointing out the obvious. That breakfast came before lunch.

“Yeah, that’s right.” – smiled Aaron – “And Daddy Robert will make you hot chocolate as well, won’t ya?” – he asked looking at Robert.

“Only if you’re gonna sleep now.” – said Robert poking Seb’s nose, and they both saw Seb shutting his eyes at once. They had to chuckle at the scenery of it. It was too adorable. Their son was too adorable.

“Oi.” – whispered Aaron carefully, not to wake Seb. – “I have to cook now, I want a reward for that.” – he said with a mischievous smile.

“Don’t worry, I have plans.” – grinned Robert, before they all drifted off to sleep. Maybe he would’ve wanted to get closer to Aaron, maybe he had the urge to do unspeakable things to him, but having this moment, with Seb being there… yeah it just warmed his heart like nothing else. And after all, he did indeed have plans for Aaron…. later.