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Robron Fanfiction Recommendations (Jan-2021)

The below fics were recommended during Jan-2021 on Twitter. Enjoy 🥰!

Fool’s Gold (2017)

Is It Too Late (2018)

Love Never Fails (2017)

Southpaw (2015)

By Your Side (2017)

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Me : I’m feeling kinda low today, I’ll do some writing to cheer myself up! Good ol’ Robron!

My Muse : MWHAHAHAHAHA SUCKER. ALL THE ANGST! Let’s write Aaron with a terminal illness! Let’s write a Ghost AU where Aaron’s dead! Sweet delicous tears!!!!!

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Robron Fanfiction Recommendations (Jun-2021)

The below fics were recommended during Jun-2021 on Twitter (just about caught up to current content!). Enjoy 😉

Black, White and Blue (2015)

Stand by You (2016)

Are We Out of the Woods Yet? (2016)

C’est la vie (2015)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Emmerdale Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Aaron Dingle/Robert Sugden Characters: Aaron Dingle, Robert Sugden, Adam Barton, Joseph Tate Additional Tags: Angst, Character Death, Character Turned Into a Ghost, Organized Crime Summary:

Ghost AU - When Aaron Dingle is violently murdered, there's no way he's going to rest in peace. Instead, he's trapped in the world of the living forced to watch as his husband, Robert Sugden, falls apart. When Aaron learns the truth behind his death, he needs to find someone who can hear and see him. That just happens to be a labourer by the name of Adam Barton who doesn't believe in ghosts...

Chapter two is live! Who’s ready for some ANGST? :D

[steddieonmywaywardson]

My Brain - You should finish the Aaron Sick Fic and also the Ghost au fic you started writing and have already posted

Also My Brain - OH BUT WAIT THO. How about a fic where it’s 5 years since Robert came out of prison and he’s only just beginning to process the trauma causing a rift in his marriage with Aaron and relationship with a teenage Seb???

Look at what I have to work with here. T.T

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WIP - Ghost AU

Happy Monday everyone :) 

Anyone interested in some Aaron and Adam banter? here’s a snippet from my current WIP that I’m writing alongside Lucky Man. It’s an AU of the movie Ghost.

And uh...Aaron’s the ghost *dodges the flying fruit*

And I included a little reference that I hope @softhusbands and @robandaaronsoulmates will appreciate ;)

“You know this is mad right? like absolutely mental?” Adam asks as he adjusts his too-tight tie. He glances at his reflection in a shop window. “And I look like a right idiot!” 

“You look like someone who has a lot of money,” Aaron replies. “And I’ll teach you what you need to know. You’ll learn fast,” 

“You sure you know what you’re doing? Did you say you used to be a writer or something? what do you know about banking?” Adam demands. They’re across the street from the bank now, traffic whizzing by and people hurrying to and fro, heading to work or shopping. Even with all the noise going on, Aaron can hear that Adam is breathing faster. The bank itself is a large, multistoried imposing building with a guard standing near the door and posters up in the window advertising all kinds of banking jargon like portfolios and investments. 

“Yeah, no worries. I’ve been with Robert for five years, can’t ever get him to shut up about banking. Ya wouldn’t think there’d be that much to say about it but you’d be very wrong,” Aaron answers. 

*****

“This is so mad, so so mad,” Adam mutters under his breath as they walk into the bank and past the stern looking guard. He gives Adam a look up and down but doesn’t say anything.

“Shut up,” Aaron replies. “At least try to look like you know what you’re doing!” 

“For the last time mate, I’m a labourer not a banking whizz,” Adam fires back out of the corner of his mouth. “Anyone ever tell you you’re pretty fucking uppity for a ghost?” 

“You’re the one who looks like he’s talking to himself,” Aaron says with a shrug. He gives Adam a little nudge in the ribs. Not enough to be noticed by anyone around them, but enough to remind him to get his game face on. “See where it says new accounts? head over there,”

“What?” Adam whispers peevishly. “I’m not giving them my money! You never said anything about having to-”

Aaron gives him another dig in the ribs, harder this time. Adam flinches slightly but luckily no-one spots it. 

“Just do what I say!” 

“Can I help you sir?” The man sitting behind the accounts desk asks. He offers Adam one of those false customer service smiles. 

“Tell him you’re here to fill out a signature card for a new account,” Aaron says. 

“I’m here to fill out a signature card for a new account,” Adam parrots to the guy. He’s started to sweat a little. He tugs on the collar of his shirt. 

“Certainly Sir,” The man answers. “If I could just take your account number?” 

“926-31043” Aaron says immediately. He can’t help but smile when Adam repeats it back and the guy nods and types it into his computer. Joe Tate is going to get everything that’s coming to him. 

“Name on the account please?” The bank worker asks.

“Ben Tucker,” 

“Ben Tucker,” Adam parrots back to the worker. “What kind of wanky name is that?” He mutters to Aaron. The bank worker looks at him oddly. Adam flashes his best winning smile. The worker however, doesn’t appear to be convinced.

“Didn’t they get you to sign one when you first opened the account Mr...ah...Tucker?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. 

“Tell him that Joe Tate opened it for you by phone and then asked you to come in today,” Aaron replies. 

“Oh, Joe Tate opened it for me,” Adam says with an airy wave of his hand. “He told me to stop by today to get it sorted,” 

“Ah, no problem Mr Tucker, one moment please,” The guy stands up and walks over to another desk. 

Adam gets another dig in the ribs.

“Could you be less sus?” Aaron demands. 

“Ow! could you be less of a twat?” Adam says defensively, rubbing his side. “I don’t have to do any of this y’know! I was happy as Larry until you came along with your demands and your bloody ‘Call Me Maybe’! You do realise that listening to that chorus for nearly two hours is enough to drive anyone insane?”

“And you’ll get another two hours of it if you don’t stop acting dodgy!” Aaron warns. “Look mate, I appreciate everything you’re doing for me ok? He’s coming back. Just sign your name on the bottom of the card,”

“Here we are Mr Tucker,” The man says as he slides a card across the desk. Aaron watches as Adam takes the card and the proffered pen and then signs ‘Ben Tucker’ with a slightly shaking hand. 

“Now tell him to put it in the third floor file because you have a transaction to make,” He’s surprised by exactly how much of these processes he remembers. Still, Robert’s always talked about his work in extreme detail. It used to bore Aaron to tears but now he’d give anything to be sitting on the sofa with his husband, beer in hand, while he’s told about the finer details of investment banking. 

He hears Adam repeat the phrase and the worker’s generic reply as he disappears through a nearby door to file the card correctly. He frowns as Adam slips the pen into the inside pocket of his jacket. 

“What?” Adam looks affronted. “It’s a decent pen!” 

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The Insults Book

Reblogged the @lizzzzoo giftset mentioning the insults book from @scrapyardboyfriends and since I haven’t written much this week, decided I’d have a go!

“Eve, get a move on!, you’re gonna be late!” Aaron called up the spiral staircase. 

“Coming!” Eve called back. Aaron sighed heavily. He’d forgotten what it was like sharing his home with a teenage girl and the amount of time they spent on their hair. That, coupled with the picky eating habits, the clothes left everywhere and the sass, was beginning to make him regret the offer to look after her for a couple of weeks while his Mum was away. 

Aaron drained his cup of tea and grabbed Eve’s school bag from where she’d dumped it in the kitchen. She thundered down the stairs in a pair of heels that were definitely not school regulation. Neither was the makeup. But, a week into her stay with him, he knew that he had to pick his battles. 

“Ta Bro,” She said, grabbing the bag and slinging it over her shoulder. She paused by the mirror to check her reflection one more time. “Oh, I’m going to need a tenner for lunch,” 

“Of course you do,” Aaron replied wryly. He grabbed his wallet from his back pocket, pulled out a twenty pound note and handed it over. She beamed at him as she pocketed it.

“Did I ever tell you that you’re the best brother ever?” 

“Yeah, yeah, go on. School.” Aaron made a shooing motion with his hand. Eve grinned at him and headed for the door. A couple of seconds later he heard her say ‘he’s in there’. Aaron let out another sigh. 

“What have I told you about just letting people-” 

He stopped short as Robert walked in through the front door. He’d barely changed in the fourteen years since they’d last seen each other in that grim visiting room. He was just a little greyer around the temples and hairline, his stance a little more stooped. He was dressed in jeans and a white shirt, open at the collar, with a burgundy blazer on top. For all the world he looked like the man that Aaron remembered and, although he never mentioned it, the man that still entered his dreams. 

“You’re out,” Aaron said. It was all he could say really. This was the man who’d broken his heart. The man who’d stupidly decided that divorce was the way to force him to move on. He’d made his peace with it. At least he thought he’d had. Turns out thinking about someone and then seeing them in the flesh were too entirely different things. 

“Last week,” Robert replied. “I…wasn’t sure if you’d still be living here,” He continued, nodding around him. “Eve’s grown”

“It’s been fourteen years Robert,” Aaron said stiffly. “Is small talk all you’ve got?” 

Robert floundered for a moment. He reached into the inner pocket of his blazer and, with slightly trembling hands, pulled out a battered looking notebook. Aaron knew what it was at once. It was their insult book. One of their many little in-jokes they’d shared. Like the both of them, the book looked a little worse for wear. But it had also survived. Aaron felt tears come to his eyes. 

“You kept it?” He asked quietly. “After all this time?” 

“Packed it in my prison bag,” Robert explained. “There was no way I was going to do what I did without keeping something from you,” He looked down at the book with it’s scuffed cover and ‘Insults’ written in black Sharpie by Aaron’s hand. “I was wondering if you’d come to Hotten with me. Go for a pint,” 

Aaron took a sharp intake of breath. There was so much that he wanted to say. So much pain and hurt they both needed to process after so long apart. A part of him wanted to shout and scream, tell him to get out and never come back. 

“I’ve got some cans in,” He said quietly. “Sit down,” he looked at the book and smiled a little. “Ya idiot,” 

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I’ve gone and buggered up my knee T.T really hurts and it’s kind of swollen?

Maybe that means I’ll have to stop cleaning the apartment and write some robron?

Silver linings!

Does anyone have a robron prompt?