#robron prompt

[glitradora]

#26 from the prompt list pleaaaase

(AO3 link)

Robert kisses like he would like to fully give himself over to the other person. Kisses like he would like to brand his hands into their skin. Leave something of himself behind so he can’t be forgotten. His hands don’t wander so much as they find purchase and solidify. Aaron hates that he knows exactly how all-consuming Roberts kisses feel and he hates that he has to watch them be so freely given to someone else.

The bloke is tall. All lean muscle that is built to look good, rather than do anything of use. Broad shoulders that narrow into a waist small enough that Aaron knows could not support real hard work. He’s taller than Aaron, taller than Robert even. The sight twists at his insides in ways he’s not ready to examine. He’s seen Robert belong to someone else before, had first claimed him when he was not his to take after all. It shouldn’t awaken the rot still lingering between his skin. Shouldn’t so easily grab the part of his heart he had locked away.

“Oh wow that’s tragic” he comments. For John’s benefit. For his own. If he says it out loud, he might believe it. Might rework the image into one that does not bother him. Knows he is fighting a losing battle even before he starts.

Tears his eyes from Roberts back finally to look at John. A quick nod goodbye. Looks away before he the image is any more committed to memory. Can’t help but know he will be picturing all the other ways Robert gives himself to people anyways. Too easily. Too quickly. As if they deserve to see him, have him. As if he is not something to be worshiped and guarded.

He walks away and doesn’t look at them. Pretends he cannot feel Robert’s eyes following him. Pretends it is not those eyes that make him hold his head higher.

(Finds an excuse to leave. To drive away – quick text to John and Vinny with some vague excuse about work. Knows he will not be able to take seeing Robert in that same shirt tomorrow. Hair tousled by someone else’s hands. Lips bruised by another’s teeth. Knows he will fall apart if he has to look at a Robert who is truly no longer his)

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The week and a half do him good. Make him almost believe he is ready to face a Robert who is more a stranger than a missing piece of him. The hole is still there – festering and ugly, red and angry and rotting at his insides. He knows he will never be rid of it. Could never even clean out the wound much less close it. But he also knows the Robert he will find will no longer be the cure. Aaron is too far gone to save. He must simply live with the stench of decay.

He has pictured this new Robert over the past handful of days – a Robert who belongs to another man. Cocky the way he was when he first got Aaron. When his mother hated him and Paddy would rather have Aaron throw himself off a cliff than into his arms. A Robert who would look them both in the eye and dare them to push him away. Sure, of himself to a fault – all mocking grins and fighting words. Sure, he would win. (Knowing he already had.)

The days he is less sure he still knows Robert he pictures a softer scene. A Robert that won’t shout it from the pub not because he’s afraid but because he does not have to. A Robert who can make that statement in gestures that come easily to him now. Arm around a man who is too tall and too lean. Whose clothing fit him to tightly and who doesn’t have to hide his skin under layers out of fear of his own past. A man who does not weigh him down with his issues the way Aaron always had. A Robert who can as easily give himself to a bloke as he so often did to women.

The Robert he finds when he enters the pub however is not any of those. He is a Robert whose smiles come easier – more genuine but also more fleeting. As if the fight is not to get them on his face but to make them stick. He is laughing with Mackenzie and Matty. A beat after both other men but genuinely. Over some anecdote Aaron was too late to properly catch. Robert seems to be the object of mockery, but they are laughing with him rather than at him. The rot on Aaron’s chest spreads. Infects parts of his life Robert was not supposed to have touch. The Mack’s easy quips which Aaron had gravitated towards like a castaway drifting. The grins he had stored in a separate part of himself refusing to see them as similar – refusing to acknowledge that those similarities had drawn him to the Scot.

Robert sees him and lifts his pint in greeting. (It takes him to long. Minutes after Aaron had walked through the door. Like his brain is no longer attuned to Aaron’s location instinctively. Like Aaron’s eyes don’t burn into skin like Robert’s burn into his. Like he is just another body that walked in – faintly familiar but not intimately known. Like Robert couldn’t undo him with a look. Like Aaron hadn’t once been able to do the same.)

Aaron stops looking. Knows he should have turned away long before Robert noticed.  Nods at Kerry for a pint and pretends that the lack of Robert’s eyes on him don’t burn more than their presence.

“Hey mate” Aaron reaction is delayed by his inhale. Not because it was not the voice he was hoping for. Not because the air in his lungs seems to be lacking since he entered the pub. (Pushes at that door of himself – the one that had crept open without his permission. Puts as much of himself he still has into shoving all the ugly red angry things back there. In the space of himself he has long known he would never get back.)

“Heya” He mumbles into his glass. Wants to drown in it. Settles for nodding at Mack instead giving him a once over before he turns away “Don’t let me ruin your fun”

“Ah” Mack replies as he signals Kerry down for another round of drinks. Laugh easy in his voice because he is not trying to hide it. “Prickly still, are we?”

Aaron’s anger spikes at the words. Grip tights on the fist he has half hidden in his sleeve. Wishes he could feel the nails biting skin. “Do one”

Mack’s laugh is easy again, mocking in a way that is not meant to sting but does. Hurts more when he can feel Robert’s eyes on him again. On them. “Settle down. Not gonna steal your man, Dingle. Well-“ he leans is head into Aaron. Voice conspiratory but a grin on his face that knows what it’s doing “Not so much yours to steal no more is he?”

“Excuse me?” He can’t help but look back at the table. Catches Robert’s eyes before his brain catches up to the burning heat of his body at the thought. A taller man. Taller than him and Robert. No longer unknown black styled hair but familiar curly brown as it peaks through Robert’s pale fingers. A large back of hard muscle Aaron knows can support real effort. Robert’s palm displayed against sun kissed skin. Mack’s easy laugh swallowed by a mouth that he knows too well. There is no heart in his chest to break. But he can feel his world rearrange. Collapse on itself as the door is ripped off his hinges and all that is Robert and Aaron and RobertandAaron comes pouring out.

He can hear Mack still talking but he has not been listing. His eyes are locked on green ones who have not looked away. There is a challenge there, the barest hint of a smirk on his lips. The left corner just barely lifted. Aaron feels like he will throw up. All that rot with nowhere to go. Too all-consuming to be kept inside. “What did you just say.” Comes out instead. Clipped and breathless as if Aaron’s lungs had given up the fight.

“I said you’re an idiot.” Mack answers easily. It’s too loud. To public. It is not for Aaron’s sake. He is not even looking at Aaron. Instead, his eyes are on a table. On Robert. He is leaning on the bar with an elbow and an easy grin and a heat to his eyes that shouldn’t be public. A heat he is using on Robert. Aaron’s Robert. “because you are.”

[robbleraptor]

Something from Reunion 3.0.

Like fireworks. It felt like fireworks. Every fiber of his being felt like it was lighting ablaze, an engine that had long been in slumber, coming back to life, fuck knows what all it felt like, all that mattered was that he felt alive.

It had been so long, 5 years, 5 fucking miserable years he had spent feeling like a shell. Life had truly lost all meaning for lack of better, and now, now he was alive.

"But how?" Aaron asked as he collected himself, his body already instinctively moving, acting on its own. He was ready to pack, ready to run, ready to live the life that had been stolen from them. "I can have a bag ready in minutes, just...just say the word." He meant it. He's do anything for his husband. He'd go anywhere. All for him.

Robert simply looked at him. The green in his eyes was still the same, five years in prison must have been hell, but it didn't break him. Robert's a survivor. He always has been, and with Aaron in his heart, he always will be. He snaked his arm around Aaron's waist and pulled him closer, took his face with his other one, and pulled him in for a kiss. "No...no need." He said as he pulled back, looking at Aaron as if he had hung the moon. "I got a better solicitor...we got an appeal, he got the charge dropped down to manslaughter and they let me out with time served." He smiled.

"I..." Aaron couldn't find the words. His eyes shed the tears he had been holding on to for so many years, they broke free, the broke free it didn't stop.

Robert leaned in and kissed his cheek, right where he saw a year. "I'm never leaving you again. I promise."

If there was ever a promise he meant to keep, this was it. He meant it. He meant it more than anything.

[susieskinner93]

Prompt thingy. Fluff & love. They are in their 50s having wedding anniversary dinner . They talk & dance.❤

oh yeah I left out the old age thing, not my favorite but this ask is cute so I make an exception

“Are you ready?” - asked Robert as he looked Aaron up and down. They were both dressed up for a night out to celebrate their anniversary, but in the last minute, they decided to stay in. Alright, maybe it was because the weather was shit and Aaron complained too much about not wanting to go outside.

“I can’t believe you’re making me wear this in the house”. - he scoffed as he looked at his suit. True enough Robert made him. He said that’s the least they could do after they had to cancel the reservation... which wasn’t cheap. 

“I told you, Aaron...”

“I know.” - he said rolling his eyes. - “Not that I was keen on that poncy restaurant.”

“Come on you love their steak.” - said Robert and he was right. They went there for their 10th anniversary, and then after Seb got engaged last year. The whole family loved the place. 

“I love your cooking better.” - he blushed. 

“Is that right?” - smirked Robert as he walked past him to open a bottle of champagne.

“Champagne?” - asked Aaron surprised.

“Yeah, but what kind of champagne?” 

“Well I don’t know, I’m not an expert.” - he laughed.

“From our honeymoon.” - he grinned.

“Which one?” - it was a fair question.

“Second wedding.”

“We really have a bottle?” - he asked as he went there to take a look at it.

“I have my secret stash”. - said Robert proudly.

“Alright, you can open it then you can get some food as well because I’m starving.”

“How romantic.” - he said with a laugh as he opened the bottle then got started on dinner.

An hour and a half later they were seated with food on the table, a drink in their hands and all they did was look into each other's eyes. It went on long enough before Robert licked his lips, and started talking.

“Do you remember when we proposed to each other at the same time?”

“Course I do, what brought this on?” 

“Nothing, it just came to my mind.” 

“Well, I think we had enough of weddings don’t you think? I can hardly keep on with these anniversaries as it is.” - smiled Aaron, sipping on his champagne, before a text interrupted them.

“It’s Seb.” - said Robert as he read it. - “He wishes us a happy anniversary.” - he laughed.

“Why’s that funny?”

“Because he said he might forget every one of them because there are so many. 

“That’s what I said.” 

“You two are basically the same person.” - scoffed Robert.

“Yeah with my attitude and your looks... he’s a winner.”

“Dance with me.” - said Robert out of the blue as he stood up.

“What? No.”

“Come on, why not? We’re alone. I know you secretly love it.” 

“No, I don’t.” - he said but he let Robert pull him on his feet anyway.

“I knew it.”  - he whispered to him as they started swaying.

“There’s no music.” - complained Aaron.

“Doesn’t matter.” - said Robert tightening his grip.

“We did that after you came back.” - he said. They rarely mentioned prison, but this memory was a good one. 

“You held me all night.” - remembered Robert.

“I’d do it tonight as well if that’s what you want.”

“Sounds good to me.” 

[messedup21]

Prompt 74 “Of course I remembered!” requested by @omarandjohnny 

Thank you so much for requesting a prompt Johnny

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When Aaron tumbled down the stairs rubbing sleep from his eyes the smell of freshly brewed coffee immediately filled his nose. He smiled softly at the sight in front of him. Robert was standing in the kitchen, still bare-chested and in his low hanging trackies, filling two cups of coffee for them.

Aaron enjoyed the view for a moment before he made his way over to the kitchen. When the older man saw him he gave him his cup with a soft smile. “Thanks.”, Aaron accepted it and took a sip before he placed it down next to him on the kitchen counter. He wrapped his arms around his husband, who had already turned back around again and looked over his shoulder watching him fill the second cup for himself. Robert slightly leaned into the touch, brushing his cheek against his husbands stubbled jaw. Aaron kissed his neck but Robert soon turned to face him and looked at him intently.

“There´s something I wanna show you.”, Robert said, “Give me a second.” He left Aaron with a confused look on his face. When he came back he was holding an envelope in front of him. “What´s this?”, Aaron asked as he took it. He opened the envelope to find two tickets. They were to a festival he had been wanting to go to for years. He couldn´t hold back the wide smile that spread on his face.

“You remembered? I think I mentioned this once and that was over a year ago.”, Aaron asked astonished. Robert looked at his husband and smiled. “Of course I remembered, Aaron. I know you really wanted to go. I tried to get you these for your birthday last year but there were no more tickets available. And I know I said I didn´t want to go back then, but I saw how much you want it so I think I´ll live. Even though sleeping in a tent really isn´t my idea of fun.”, he chuckled. The younger man looked up at him fondly. “You didn´t have to do that.”, he said. “I wanted to.”, Robert replied sheepishly. He leaned back against the kitchen counter.

“You´re the best.”, Aaron said while taking a step towards him and leaning up so he could press a kiss to his husbands lips. It was soft and lingering and Robert pulled him closer with one arm tightly wrapped around his waist. He cupped Aaron´s cheek and when they broke Aaron rubbed his nose gently against Roberts. “I love you.”, the older man whispered, looking at his husband intently. “Love you, too”, Aaron kissed him again. Robert let out a little sigh, before he started to bite at the other man´s bottom lip carefully. Aaron pressed even closer to him and opened his mouth slightly to let Robert deepen the kiss.

They spent minutes like this, leaning against the kitchen counter wrapped up in each others arms. When Robert finally broke the kiss, Aaron sighed disappointedly. His face soon lit up though as Robert grinned at him smugly. “I don´t have any work on today, so…”, he said suggestively, took his hand and pulled him towards the staircase, “…let´s make the best of that.” Aaron decided that coffee could wait a little longer.

[sugdeninabeanie]

Christmas Robron #3

for @messedup21 who wanted robron baking with their son/daughter. I gave you both and I would like to introduce Mason Sugden-Dingle and Luna Sugden-Dingle.

This had been a bad idea from the start.

For one thing neither Robert or Aaron were very good at baking. Robert prided himself on his amazing cooking but apparently cupcakes and cookies were to him what Krypton was to Superman.

And secondly Mason was four and Luna was two. If they saw even the slightest opportunity to make a mess they were going to take it.

And yet here they were.

The kids wanted to make treats for Santa so they were going to make treats for Santa.

Just as Aaron had thought, it was a disaster from the start.

While their backs had been turned sorting out the ingredients and helping Mason wash his hands, Luna had pulled down the bag off chocolate chips off the table and was sat in a puddle of melting chocolate.

Then Mason had wanted to help Robert measure out the flour which had gone well until Mason dropped the bag of flour covering Roberts jeans in a layer of white.

“Look Papa” Mason called to Aaron “Daddy’s a snowman” and then he started laughing hysterically. Then finally they managed to finish the cookie and the muffin mixture with only tiny glitches (Luna spreading butter along the walls, Mason throwing a tantrum because he wasn’t aloud to crack the eggs, Robert nearly burning his had on the oven).

Mason stood on a chair with Aaron holding onto the back of him and Robert held Luna in his arms so they could both pour out the mixture.

Once again this went off without a hitch and Robert and Aaron were starting to think they’d actually managed to pull this off.

While the things were in the oven the kids had slumped off. Typical.

“Oh look avoiding the clean up just like their papa” Robert said watching them both play with their toys.

“Haha” Aaron said sarcastically going up to Robert and resting his head on Roberts shoulder.

They both made the decision that watching their children play was more important then the pots.

So they sat down and got comfy.

That was a bad idea.

They fell to sleep. How could they not. Mason and Luna were the best things to ever happen to them and the light of their lives but god they were exhausting. And with the heating on, the smell of the cakes and the comfyness of using each other as pillows they both just drifted into sleep.

They stayed asleep until the smoke alarm woke them up.

Smoke was billowing from the oven. Mason was excited because he though Fireman Sam was on his was and Luna was crying.

Needless to say everything was burnt. There was no way go save them. Aaron had to beat the baking tray against the side just to get them out.

“Shit!” Robert swore picking up a cupcake which could have been used to blugen somebody with, “what do we do now? The kids want to eat the stuff they’ve made”

Aaron looked down at his watch and he got an idea. “Get their coats on we’re going to the pub”.

“You can’t solve all life’s problems with a trip to the pub Aaron” Robert sighed but did as he said.

The four of them ended up at the pub, Aaron with flour across his cheek. Robert knocked on the kitchen door putting on a charming smile.

“Hey. Chas said you guys are done for the night?” Victoria nodded. Robert grinned “great” he turned and shouted “come on kids!”

Vics eyes went wide “ what no you can’t just ..” “Me and Aaron will be at the bar have fun baking with your auntie V”

So baking went about as well as expected with Victoria taking over in the cooking department and Aaron and Robert with a pint happily waiting to sample whatever they ended up making.

[samanthapetrelli]

beautiful, talented writers on this tag,

Have you thought about: Robert gets his revenge. Home farm is his. He shows everyone what a liar, snake, Rebeca is. He is there, on that big house, alone. He got his revenge but he didn't get what, who he really wants. No one to share his victory. And that is when he breaks down. ANGST!!!

[glitradora]

For the prompts 40. please!!

(AO3 link)

Jack Sugden’s headstone looks the same. An unchangeable anker Robert’s had in his head for years. A north start that would always bring him home. He has nothing to offer at the altar of his father’s expectations this time. Nothing he can show for the last 40 years of his sorry life. Nothing but his presence. Nothing to leave in exchange for the breath missing in his lungs. The breath he wished would return but hasn’t in 20 years. Once again as he says goodbye he lays himself bare in front of his father. It is much easier to do so ever since Jack Sugden cannot answer back.

His fathers voice is still there. An eco in the wind that will always be tied to every blade of grass in any field for miles. Every crack in the rocks of a wall that existed long before him or his father. That will exist long before they are gone. A force that molded them both into broken men. A force that both pushed away and always, always been called him closer. A pit that sits at the heart of this village and tells him to jump in.

He is almost glad John brought him here to die.

The sun reaches his eyes as it rises above the roofs and trees, and he knows it wont be long. He hopes he goes before dawn brings with it the living so they too sit around mocking him. The shadows of the dead are enough of an audience.

“Robert?” Tears coat the syllables of his name and it breaks Roberts heart anew. He cannot look. Cannot see Aaron with red eyes and red lips as puffs of air collect in front of him in the dew of morning. “Robert!”

He can barely muster the strength to hate himself for doing this again. For being the reason that worry is in Aaron’s voice. It will come. He can feel the thunder building in his bones. Can feel tempest that will set in. Knows the wave will hit him soon and throw him overboard. Knows that if he wakes up tomorrow the pain will come more from his heart than the gashes in his skin. Knows he couldn’t have done it any other way.

“Robert what happened?”

Knows, in some deep part of his mind that is barely working that this is a punishment. Knows the universe wanted to show Jack the disappointment he always knew Robert would be. The prophesy completed. The undeserving son taking his final bow.

“Robert..? You're freezing-” the hand on his shoulder is the thing that jump starts his heart. He pulls away so sharply and fast that Aaron takes a step back. Hands raised eyes wild and blue. So blue. The sky should be ashamed to compare to them. Robert can’t help looking. Aaron's are eyes blue in a way that makes Robert want to be selfish. To keep it to himself. Marking the color to memory all over again. Carve it into his irises, his brain. Carve it so it’s the only thing left of him.

“Robert..? You're bleeding!”

He shakes his head. Steady in his intent, in the knowlage he must keep Aaron from seeing too much. From knowing too much. Maybe if he could leave. If he could just go – disappear like he did 6 years before. So Aaron and Victoria don’t have to deal with it. With him. “’m fine” His voice is scratched but firm.

It feels firm to him at least, but Aaron moves closer. Eyes wilder and redder than they’re supposed to be. His hands grab into Roberts elbows and pull him into Aarons chest. Broad and strong and firm. Robert wants to cry a little bit. He’s to tired to fight it, and even if he could knows he would not.

He did not lose enough blood to make this understandable. Not today at least. The hands keep him sat upright instead of stumped into the grave. Robert can’t help but lean into Aaron more so his head rests on his shoulder rather than over his heart. Can't hear it beating faster - more panicked.

His cotton cotted thoughts feel heavier than steal. But he thinks he can live with the fact he will die on his father’s grave. Feels poetic in a way none of his life ever did. A proper ending for an improper Sugden.

“..can I stay?” he asks Aaron. He hopes it’s Aaron and not just his drugged mind playing tricks on him again. Had he not dreamed of these arms around him for years? Had he not calmed himself to the silent sound of this voice?

“Robert no- stay awake. Robert!”. Robert’s eyes are growing hazing in the hedges. Not like falling asleep so much as simply falling. But he tries for Aaron. Looks from the headstone back to him. The beard he can see and those beautiful eyes.

His father’s choice 20 years ago seems to be reenacted into his life once again. This may be the only home he has ever known but it was not his place. Maybe never. Definitely not anymore. Not since mom. Not since Aaron. And Liv. And Seb and their family. Their perfect family. He felt his eyes growing heavier again. Tiredness 6 years old settling into his frozen bones.

“’m tired” he says. Barely a whisper. Aaron is shaking him lowering him to the floor when Robert leans more heavily into him.

 “Robert! Hey stay with me you hear me. Stay with me. You win ok. You win” He could fall asleep here. In Aaron’s arms, with his voice lulling him to sleep. On his father’s last resting place.

“No no you don’t. You win didn’t you hear me? You win! But you have to stay awake don’t you?”  He can hear the tears in Aarons voice again – hates himself for putting them there “ You win. I missed you. You hear me? I missed you. I missed you so much. There. I said it. ” Robert can’t get his strength back to smile at the words but he tights his grip on Aaron’s shirts where a bone white grip betrays how cold he feels rather than the force of his grasp. “Robert? Robert!”

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He wakes up to a dark room. Aaron folded uncomfortably in a chair by where he lays stretched in a hospital bed. Their fingers are intertwined lying beside Robert. He looks rough, even asleep. Like life itself is weighing him down. Like the last few weeks took decades off his life rather than Roberts. Like Robert tried to keep him from looking when he cut him off 6 years ago. “Aaron?” His voice is still rough. Somehow coming out quieter than he even tired. A wheeze of a sound that fought its way out of his throat knocking everything on the way out.

“Uhm” Aaron is not really awake. Just in that in between space between conscience and sleep that he usually inhabited on early mornings. Mornings Robert would kiss them awake on their bed before the rest of the world got a look.

“I love you too.” He says and is sure Aaron won’t remember tomorrow. Is barely sure he will. But it’s out and that’s enough for now. Even if it’s in a white sterile room in a hospital neither of them ever wanted to be back to again. “so much.”

[robbleraptor]

I need some good robron smut. Like, Aaron's lying down on his stomach on the sofa reading a magazine or something. Robert walks in, his eyes instantly lock on Aaron's ass, and boom...rim job.