jonathanlbyers:

you used to dream about fires 

Sometimes you’ve got to lose people, so that they can find their way back to you. Or: Robert and Aaron were having the best second wedding day ever, until they weren’t.

This is set on their second wedding day, assuming that there is a sort of Robron/Lachlan showdown. If you are triggered by people being shot, violence, blood, or fire, then I suggest you don’t read this. Song title comes from the song Forest Fire by Brighton.

This is for Haley @aarondingel !!!! I hope you like it my love! And thank you to Claudia @inloveamateursatbest for the advice and Holly @howellobrien and Gemma @blondhairedking for the encouragement! Ily all ❤️

Aaron x Robert. 7.3k. You can find this here on ao3!

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It had
been beautiful.

Everything
Aaron could have dreamt of— the best day of his life, quite frankly.

They’d
been married outside. It had been a crisp October day, not too cold either.
Aaron didn’t usually notice details like that, but when getting married to the
love of your life, he thought it was funny which details stuck with him. The
air so sharp it almost hurt to breathe. The silver sheen of his cufflinks. The
light blue underside of his dark blue tie.

There had
been a wedding trellis with pink flowers, two grooms in suits on top of the
cake, and more balloons than he could count. A gurgling baby, two cheeky
sisters and an army of overbearing Dingles.

Aaron
wouldn’t have had it any other way.

He’d been
nervous, beforehand. Nothing to do with self-doubt. Not this time around. Just
nervous excitement to finally be legally married to his husband. It didn’t
negate their first wedding, in Aaron’s opinion. This just made it concrete.

Final.

They had
their family, they’d been there when the two had exchanged vows. They’d been
there to see them both cry at the altar, even though they’d bet each other they
wouldn’t.

Been
there when Aaron and Robert promised their lives to each other, all over again.

Aaron was
tearing up just thinking about it, couldn’t stop himself. He’d slow danced once
with his husband to their not-song in the pub, hit like whiplash with a wicked
sense of déjà vu. It was overwhelming, all these feelings rushing back to him,
but he embraced them. Revelled in them.

They’d
got him to where he was today.

As he
watched his husband, Robert with one arm wrapped tightly around Vic and a pint
in his other hand, Aaron couldn’t help but smile. Robert was wearing a maroon
suit, one of Aaron’s new favourites, and he looked happy. Relaxed. Easy. Robert
had a slow smile on his face that had made Aaron lick his own lips in
anticipation.

There was
something about this man. Something Aaron found so inexplicable, yet so
wonderful.

They’d
caught eyes from across the room and Robert’s had brightened, shining as he
extracted himself from his sister and made his way toward Aaron. With Robert
placing his pint on the bar, Aaron remembered he’d wrapped both arms around
Robert’s waist in greeting, ducking his head with a shy smile.

“So,
what’s my husband doing over here all by himself then?” Robert had asked. “That
won’t do, not at all.”

“Just
admirin’ the view,” Aaron had said, smirking. “You’re not half bad, you.”

“You’re a
charmer, you know that?”

“Unlike
you.”

“Oi,”
Robert had laughed. Oh, how Aaron loved that laugh. “You’re a git.”

“Takes
one to know one.”

“I see
how it is. Thought you were supposed to be Mr Sugden now, not Mr Snarky?”

“In your
dreams,” Aaron had grinned, unable to stop himself.

“Oh, most
definitely.”

They’d
leant in for a kiss then, all soft touches and pliant mouths, and that’s when
it had happened.

The first
scream.

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