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missielee · 4 years

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Passion

Day 1&2: Fish & Wisp

Fish – such a fascinating creature

It was Olivia’s first passion as well as pet

When she was seven, her dad took her and her sister to the aquarium downtown.

It was magnificent, she said

It was like a different world, she said

Engulfed by a singular color blue, she was mesmerized by all the moving little diamonds around her

Colorful scales glimmered in the tank lights, felt like thousands stars on the sky

They moved oh so gracefully, bubbles curved along their fins

It was like a water dance.

That was at least ten years ago, little Olivia has already turned into a beautiful young woman who is passionate about the ocean life, specifically sea creatures. Fascinated by them, she indulged hours in books on her dad’s shelves and pursued her dream to become, well, quoted on quote “Fish”.

Fish is a peculiar animal. They live in water and absorb oxygen through their respiration system which is the gills. Their body is covered in scales worked as camouflage, protection and swimming aid. Their fins flutter through the current as they sway their body elegantly. What could possibly better than being a fish, swimming freely in the water blue?

“I prefer whale better” Janet voiced her opinion out loud

“What? That swimming elephant? No way!” Olivia eyed her friend in disbelief “That’s not even a fish!”

“It’s a sea creature too so it sorta counts. Also, FYI, that is super mean. That’s probably equivalent to pointing out someone is obese in fish language.” Janet rolled her eyes, continued eating her lunch

“Whale and dolphin are mammals, so not a fish. Beside, would you really want to be a whale? Big, giant blue whale?”

“Uh, whale is my spiritual animal, therefore, yes I’ll be the big giant and BEAUTIFUL blue whale” a glare was directed right back to Olivia “At the very least, I won’t get eaten by other species”

“Other than human, sure!” Olivia sipped her water “You do know that a fair amount of whale was hunted for meat and oil in the past right?”

“Whale hunting was a thing?”

“Yeah, it was like a thing back in 1800s. Products made from whale, mainly oil, are incredibly valuable. A barrel of sperm-whale oil can even went up to 1500$ per barrel” Olivia shrugged “But it wasn’t used much nowadays because many better resource appeared: like Kerosene, vegetable oil, petrol”

“Uh huh, you know a lot about whale for someone who just insult it” Janet smirked upon her “You like whale too, don’t you ~”

“Said the one who have their nose in Moby Dick like twenty times or something. I only know some of the basic thing about whale”

“Hey, that book is a masterpiece! Brave men against the nature! Battling fearlessly! Unlike you and you’re fish tank obsession.”

Olivia couldn’t bother to say back. It’s true that she’s have an itsy bitsy infatuation with fish, but she couldn’t explain it why she adores them that much. Some have told her she could become mermaid like those performs in aquarium shows but Olivia refused. Even though it was her dream to become of them, she absolutely hates mermaid/merman in generally because mermaid doesn’t swim like a fish does, according to her logically research. Since mermaid have different anatomy, their swim movement is up-and-down, which isn’t the normal side-to-side like fish does. In addition to that, mermaid eats fish, explained her dislike towards becoming one. She understood that it’s normal to pray on one to another in the animal kingdom but she cannot stand the idea of feasting on such pretty shiny thing. ‘I mean people might have evolved enough to even eat gold but not diamond, right?’

It’s not the first time she realized turning into a fish is practically impossible. Despite her fascination of the marine life, she apparently have Thalassophobia, which prevents her from any activities near the open water. It was upsetting to Olivia, having to spend her life in pictures capturing a small part of the vast water part. It’s like try to play puzzles with endless pieces and they all have the same shade of color. No amount of therapy could help her reach the board of the ship, the closest she could ever get is the lightly wet sand shore. Moreover, there’s an unexplainable feeling when she reaches the ocean, she hears it whisper her name in sad serenity. And on a more frightening term, it always seems to seep closer and closer to her.

“Livvy? You’re spacing out again. Come on, we’ll be late for class” she snapped out of her daze, turn to see her friend already finished packing her belongings

Checking her phone, 2:45 and her class started at 3, she needed to hurry.

“Oh I almost forgot. You’ll come to the Jake’s party this evening, right?”

“Beach party? Not so sure, you know how I feel about it”

“It’s just on shore. I’ll be there too. Don’t worry, if anyone tries to drag you near the water then they’ll have to go through me” Janet smirked. Three years in Aikido is enough to take anyone down, not to mention she was a three times champion of the city, as if that isn’t intimidating enough but it ensures Olivia enough to have a good time by the sand.

“But this evening already? I thought it’s on 13th?”

“Today is the 13th, Goldfish. Did you fall head over heel for Jake so far that you forgot to check for the actual date?”

“I might have mistaken a Friday for a Saturday. But that doesn’t make me a goldfish! And goldfish have good memory! The five seconds attention span is a myth!” Olivia exclaimed

“I guess your attention span is probably so filled with Jake that you can only remembered that he has invited you~”

The two kept bickering as they walked each other to class, like all the other days.

It was around eight when Olivia and Janet arrived at the party, and it sure is a lively one. The torch lit up the area but it was no match to the people’s dancing along the live music band. Sound of chatters mixed with the awry waves of the sea like a symphony. Olivia immediately spotted Jake in the crowd by the barbecue, greeting newcomers and grilled the ribs with his cheerful expression bright like sunlight. Janet could guess what millions thoughts going through her bestie’s mind as she pulled her over to the food court.

“Hey Jake, nice buns you got there. Mind if we have a taste?” Jake laughed wholeheartedly

“Why I wouldn’t mind you two lovely ladies to have a taste of my delicious buns, of course!” A wink sent towards them as Olivia reddened

“I-I-I brought some cakes from Rosie’s! A-And I think it’s a great party!” Jake took the box from Olivia and gave both of them a small dish

“I love Rosie’s cake! This is great for desert! Thanks Olivia!”

And needless to say, Janet had to play the waitress and lead a very blush female to a table while holding two dish of steak.

“Oh Janet! Did you see him smiling at me? He’s so nice!” Janet have a gulp of soda after settling down and listening to her friend’s love rant.

“Eat your steak Olivia or I’ll help you know how it’s like to be fish”

“Alright, no need to do that. I’m not some toddler, you know” Olivia sulked and cut a piece

Olivia notice a newspaper left next to her seat, seemed like it was today’s news. Curious, she decided to have a look since Janet had went to get a second plate.

“BREAKING NEW: SUCCESSFULLY FOUND THE ONLY SURVIVOR OF THE S.S HARVEY INCIDENT

Olivia Breston, eldest daughter of the Breston family and a bright student at Morrington University, was discovered barely breathing and unconscious on floating remains of the unfortunate ship by the fishermen of Devonne port. Lifeboat was sent immediately to revive and take Olivia to the closest hospital. 17h28 of 13th October, we received news …”

‘No way. Olivia… Breston… That’s… that’s my name!? I… I am dead?’

Janet returned back with a joyful meal in hand.

“Man! Jake sure have a knack for cooking! You’re a lucky one, Olivia!” Olivia didn’t respond, still deep in shock “Olivia?”

Olivia handed her the paper. Janet frowned before realization hit her. Surprisingly, she’s quite calm to react.

“So you found out. Any memory came back?”

Olivia shivered, shook her head.

“I survived, did I? So why… am I here? On this day, I was supposed to be found? But no?”

Janet moved next to her, sat down and comforted the confused girl.

“Do you want to know? Truly want to know?”

A silence between made the air thickened before Olivia gave a nod, reluctantly. Janet rubbed her shoulders soothingly.

“What you read is true. You are the only survivor of the S.S Harvey ship, a research ship directed by your father. You accompanied him on a field trip on 19th June when the ship got caught in bad weather, which later escalated into a sea storm. There was no news from the ship until…”

Janet pointed at the date and then at what supposedly to be warehouse, rather than what’s beside it. Needn’t to guess, Olivia could tell what Janet was trying to show her. But it didn’t explain everything that’s happening at the moment.

“I assume you’re wondering what’s happening right now. Care to take a blind guess?” Janet lighted a cig, savored that nicotine taste on the tip of her tongue before let out a wisp of white smoke.

“I died?”

“Eh, close enough. A coma. If you died, you wouldn’t be here to chit chat Livvy”

“Coma? But then, where am I?”

“Well, some might say it’s your subconscious so let just assume that it is. You didn’t die from the incident but drowning left you stranded in your brain, that’s all I could say.” Janet led her to the water. It seeped up close to their feet but it didn’t frighten Olivia no more

“I’m the fish of my own tank” Janet chuckled

“So you do remember”

“Yeah, I just got bits and bits of it. I chose to stay here, because there’s nothing out there for me, no one is waiting for me. At least I achieved my dream here, well, in a way” Olivia stepped back to clean sand, heart ached as she turned to Janet “Because in here I can see the one I held dear”

Janet tossed the burnt butt cig into the cool sand “Old habits die hard. You know, yet you still want to stay?”

“There’s no point going out there. I rather stay here”

“Alright, don’t keep Jake waiting on the dance floor.” Olivia headed back, blushed to the ear “After tonight, it’ll all be a bad dream”

“Wake up anew right?”

“Totally, Goldfish” Olivia’s shadow faded as now only Janet stood alone, water raised above her ankle. The way the ocean surging was unusual than before. There were whispers, cries lingered in the air. Moaned in pain. The thunder struck faraway on the surface warned the upcoming omen.

“Time’s running out, Olivia”

--- Missielee ---

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watchmegetobsessed · 5 years

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Neighbor - Shawn Mendes

a lil something i thought about a few weeks ago. this is kind of an au which is not usually my style, but i hope it turned out okay

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I thought I would never get to the last box, but as I push my front door open with my hips for the last time because my hands are occupied with a heavy box that is probably filled with stuff I shouldn’t have even kept, I feel relief. I throw it on the ground and look around in my new apartment. It’s not huge, I won’t have too many empty spots once I’m done with unpacking, but it’s perfectly enough for now. The landlord said my apartment is the smallest in the complex and some of the others are ten times bigger than mine, but I’m still happy with my place. It’s my first time living alone and I just know I wouldn’t feel good in a bigger space because I would feel like I’m lost in it.

It’s already past seven and I’ve been up since five am, but I still decide to start the unboxing knowing well it will take a lot of time to find the perfect place for everything. I put on some music, dance around the boxes as I unpack my clothes first and then move on with my kitchen stuff. It’s past midnight when I feel like it’s time to stop and get some rest. I look for a towel, a random t-shirt and some yoga pants to sleep in and slide into my bathroom to have a quick shower before collapsing into my bed. The hot water feels amazing on my tired skin after this long day. I wrap the towel around my body as I put on a quick facemask and brush my teeth.

Standing there in front of the mirror I realize that I hear something. I stop with the brushing to locate where the sound is coming from and what it really is. The acoustic of the bathroom makes it hard to find the source, but then I find myself with one ear glued to the wall and I finally know what it is.

One of the walls in my bathroom is shared with my neighbor and the sound is the voice of a man, singing on the other side as if he was giving a concert to thousands of people. The only reason I don’t get mad at the loud singing is because his voice is the most beautiful melody my ears has ever been blessed with.

“She’s got particular taste, yeah! She’s so obsessed with the chase, yeah!”

The mystery rockstar neighbor sings the whole verse, but then I hear his voice fading away before it fully disappears. For my biggest surprise I feel disappointed I didn’t get to hear the rest of the song, the lyrics and the melody was catchy, he almost got me swinging there, leaning against the wall.

Accepting the end of the private concert I finish brushing my teeth and crawl under my blanket as I barely can keep my eyes open at this point.

I took me an entire week to get rid of all the boxes and make my place look like a real home and not like a warehouse. I had to realize I own too many stuff that are totally unnecessary, so somewhere in the middle I started sorting out everything I thought I didn’t need and at the end I donated them. Living alone turned out better than I was expecting it to be. I was afraid I would constantly feel lonely coming home to an empty apartment and going to bed without saying good night to anyone, but I got used to it faster than I thought and didn’t even feel that lonely. Although it probably has something to do with my rockstar neighbor.

After my first night I kept hearing his voice throughout the days and in a few weeks I kind of even had a schedule for his small concerts. I shared three walls with his place. One in the bathroom, one in the kitchen and one in my bedroom which gave me just enough opportunities to eavesdrop on his angelic voice many times a day. I noticed that he usually made his first appearance in the kitchen around nine or ten in the morning, singing different songs, but I never got to recognize any of them so I assumed they are his songs which just made me even more curious about him. I often caught him in lunch time on the weekends when I liked to sleep in so it was the time I was having a nice cup of tea after waking up, sitting with my back to the wall, head tilted to the side, listening to his muffled voice coming from the other side. And then I regularly heard him in the evenings when I was working at my desk that was right at the wall. Some days he sang acapella, some days he played the guitar making it even harder for me to focus on anything else than his voice.

For some unknown reason I never met him. I’m not saying I’ve been stalking him, but I’ve been definitely cautious about him lately, wanting to see the face that belongs to the voice that has captured my heart. I’ve heard him come and go sometimes, but I never met him as I didn’t think it would be reasonable to just run out of my apartment when I hear his door opening. I wouldn’t have been able to explain it, that’s for sure so I was left with his unintentional private concerts from the other side of the wall.

On Friday I always cook something nice, I’ve made it a habit of mine in the past two months I’ve been living alone. It’s a nice way to destress myself after the hardworking days and go into the weekend with a peaceful mindset. This Friday is no different, so as I’m walking home I’m trying to balance the two bags full of groceries in my hands, cursing myself out for putting the tomatoes on top, basically giving them free tickets to just casually roll off the pile whenever I move wrong. But I make it to my building without losing anything, but I have to realize I don’t have a free hand to open the door. I growl in annoyance as I make an attempt to reach for my keys without having to put everything down from my hands, but I kind of knew it would be a failure from the beginning.

“Let me help!” I hear a male voice behind me as I’m just about to drop the bags. I turn and see a tall guy with the smoothest looking curls and a jawline so sharp I could use it to slice these tomatoes. His rosy cheeks and hazel eyes mesmerize me for a moment before I realize I’m staring at him in awe and I must be looking like an idiot.

“Oh, um, thanks,” I let out a nervous chuckle as I step aside and I’m just about to hand him the bags so I can get my keys from my purse, but then, for my biggest surprise he pulls out his keys and opens the door. “Oh, you live here?” I ask surprised as he holds the door open for me and I walk in.

“Yeah, but I guess we haven’t seen each other, right? I mean, I don’t really remember seeing you around,” he guesses as we head to the elevator.

“Well, I’ve only been living here for about two months.”

“Oh, cool! How do you like it here?” he asks. He leans against the wall as we wait for the elevator to arrive and I find myself staring at him as much as possible. I want to remember every inch of his face, he is truly the most handsome guy I’ve ever seen. I notice a bird tattoo on his hand as he scratches his neck and I immediately want to take a closer look, but I don’t want to seem like a weirdo right away.

“It’s nice. I like it, everything I need is in a reasonable distance, so I’m good,” I answer his question trying to focus on his words as well.

“Great. I’m Shawn, by the way,” he adds smiling kindly just when the elevator’s door opens.

“Y/N. I would shake hands, but…” I chuckle glancing down at the bags in my hands.

“I know, don’t worry. So, which floor?” he gestures towards the buttons.

“Um, fifth please.”

His hand stops in the air turning to me with a suspicious look.

“What?” I ask confused, because I feel like I said something, but I literally just told him which floor I live on.

“I live on the fifth as well,” he tells me with a surprised smile. “Which apartment?”

“5C,” I say and I realize I’m holding my breath, because my mind has put the picture together in a blink of an eye, but my rational side needs confirmation. “What about you?”

His smile grows into a smirk as he glances down at me.

“Well, neighbor, mine is 5B.”

The elevator dings right then and I feel like my jaw is somewhere on the ground. Shawn is my mystery rockstar from the other side of the wall, the guy I’ve been listening to in the past two months, the owner of the voice that has my heart. Now that I’m thinking about it, his voice sounded kinda familiar, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

The elevator door starts closing as neither of us moved, but Shawn stops it with his arm and I snap out of my thoughts quickly rushing out to the hallway with him right behind me.

“Um, I…” I want to tell him how big of a fan I am of his singing, I want to ask him about the songs, but I don’t know how to bring it up without looking like a creep. But before I could get my thoughts together he speaks up.

“I hope I won’t sound creepy, but I’ve been smelling your cook on Fridays for weeks now and it’s always so amazing, I barely can stop myself from going over and ask for a plate.”

“Really?” I chuckle completely in awe. This is by far the sweetest thing I’ve been told lately. “It’s funny, because I’ve been hearing you singing since day one and your voice is giving me the chills every time,” I admit not caring anymore.

“Oh my God, I wasn’t too loud, was I? Did I bother you?” he immediately asks worried, but I shake my head no.

“Not at all. I love listening to your voice,” I say as we walk down the hallway and reach my door. Shawn fishes my keys out of my purse and opens my front door for me, but as I step inside I quickly turn around. “Do you want to maybe come in? I’m gonna cook, so you could finally get a plate.”

“I don’t want to bother you…”

“You’re not bothering me, I would love to have some company and I also have some questions about your songs I’ve been aching to ask.”

He smirks at me making my heart skip a beat, he is playing with his own keys in his hands, he glances at his door than back at me before giving in and finally walking into my place.

“Cooking and singing, I like where this first meeting is going.”

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robronsecretsanta · 6 years

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Fanfic: fairytale of the mill

.fairytale of the mill aaron/robert, liv, gerry they have a christmas checklist.

i hope you like this, bridie @suggers-got-dingled . have an amazing christmas <3

They have a Christmas checklist.

Aaron’s not entirely sure it’s necessary, but Robert has a list, and Liv tells him in no uncertain terms that Robert survived Aaron’s incarceration on lists, so Aaron acquiesces.

The List (capitals included) is attached to the ridiculously modern fridge with a misshapen leprechaun magnet that somehow found its way into the microwave. It’s written in three different kinds of handwriting, and is smudged with food and ink alike.

Every item is a Must Have for Christmas According to Robert Sugden.

Aaron knows Robert’s obsession with making this a great Christmas stems from his own worries that the year has been mostly shitty and he needs something to look forward to.

The List it is.

“But why a real one?” Liv asks for the thirtieth time.

Robert huffs and tugs the sleeves of his jacket over his clothes. “Because it’s not Christmas unless it’s a real tree.”

Liv lets out a put upon sigh, but as soon as they enter the garden centre, she immediately vetoes the first three on the grounds that they’re not real enough.

Aaron rolls his eyes and resigns himself to following Rob and Liv around until they find the perfect tree.

“Hey,” Robert says, bumping their shoulders together. “This is your tree too.”

“I know,” Aaron assures him. “Are you sure you’ll be happy having to hoover up pine needles every day?”

Robert flushes a little, shrugging nonchalantly. He tenses, though, and Aaron isn’t fooled. “Your mum said you’d never had a real tree. Just thought you’d want one is all.”

Soft. Aaron’s fallen for the softest moron in the North. “Idiot,” he says, affection drowning his tone. “Come on, then, before Liv chooses neon green or summat.”

Aaron’s knee deep in cardboard boxes when he hears Vic’s muffled shout.

“You found ‘em yet?”

Poking his head down the attic door and gives her a pointed look. “Have you ever cleaned this out?”

Vic shrugs, one hand curled around the ladder, the other texting. “Not for ages. Most of that isn’t even ours. Rob says they should be near the front.”

“Well they’re not,” Aaron says immediately. “I swear I’ve been through these boxes fifteen times.”

“You haven’t even been in there long enough,” Vic says, unimpressed. “If you can’t find ‘em, you’ll just have to buy some.”

Aaron sighs, a wasted afternoon then, but dutifully climbs halfway down the ladder, then fits the door back in place. “Liv’ll be happy.”

Vic raises an eyebrow as she folds up the ladder. “Didn’t want our old stockings then?”

“Not big enough apparently.” Aaron stretches, rolling his shoulders until they stop aching quite so much. Honestly, he loves Christmas, but there’s so much lifting and climbing and doing. “Don’t know what she thinks she’s getting, but whatever it is, she needs more.”

Vic snorts, propping the ladder in the spare room and shutting the door.

Aaron feels a wave of nostalgia; just last year they were living out of the pub. This year they’re married and they have their own home. It’ll be their first Christmas together in the home they made. The size of the stocking doesn’t seem like such a concession.

“I mean it though, Vic,” Aaron shoots back over his shoulder as they make their way downstairs, “That attic needs a clean.”

“If you wanna come do it,” Vic says, punching him in the shoulder. “Be my guest.”

Hotten Tesco is apparently the place to be on a Friday night, Aaron thinks wryly, as they navigate their way through trolleys and families of fifteen children to get to the frozen aisles.

“I hate shopping,” Liv mutters for the fifteenth time. “Don’t see why I had to come anyway.”

“You eat it,” Robert says, scanning in two packs of mince pies. “You can help buy it.”

Liv makes a disgruntled noise but grabs another three boxes of mince pies off the shelf. “Don’t pretend you won’t eat all of these before Christmas Eve.”

Robert scowls, but doesn’t refute the statement.

Aaron scans the freezers for a turkey that doesn’t feed seven hundred people. “Where’s the small ones?”

“Get a medium,” Liv says, phone in hand. “Robert’ll eat turkey sandwiches for weeks after anyway.”

“You can’t waste good turkey,” Robert protests. He gives the turkeys a once over. “Just get a medium. If worst comes to worst, we can just invite the Dingles round for dinner.”

He grins, like he thinks he’s hilarious, but Aaron’s surprised by the rush of no he gets at the thought. Even Liv looks horrified.

“We’re not, are we? I mean they’re great, but I thought you guys said-“

“He’s having a laugh,” Aaron says, firmly.

“’Course,” Robert assures her.

Liv gives him a glare and wanders off, muttering about grabbing some Yorkshire puds.

Robert’s giving Aaron a familiar look. It’s his I love you so much and I don’t know what to do with itexpression and it never fails to turn Aaron soft.

“What?” He says, leaning into the freezer for a medium turkey.

“Thought you’d wanna see ‘em is all,” Robert says eventually.

“Obviously I told mum we’d see her Boxing day.” Aaron holds the turkey out for Robert to scan. “But if you wanna hang out with my family all day, then-“

“I’m happy to be spending it with mine,” Robert says, easily, cheeks flushing.

So fucking soft.

Aaron has everyone’s presents before November rolls into December.

Liv’s determined she’s got the best damn presents of everyone and they’re already under the tree, badly wrapped but presentable.

Robert’s secretive, though Amazon packages arrive throughout the month, and there are painfully tidy wrapped parcels under the tree not a couple of hours later.

Gerry tosses a couple of voucher envelopes under the tree and mumbles something about cash and grateful, but whatever.

The Friday before Christmas, Lisa brings round boxes full of presents.

“They’re from everyone, love,” she says, helping Aaron place them under the tree. She looks rosy cheeked and happy, and when she hugs Aaron, he lets her hang on just a little longer. “You make sure you enjoy yourself.”

“We will,” Aaron promises, and ushers her out before Robert comes home. All he needs is him offering her a cuppa and having her round for dinner.

Robert’s taste in music is generally abysmal, but Aaron’s pleasantly surprised that this doesn’t extend to Christmas music.

He’s expecting the golden oldies (including Me two front teeth which is one song Aaron wishes he could erase from his memory permanently), but gets a mix of new and old, originals and covers.

“It’s a work in progress,” Robert admits. They’re driving into Hotten for Leo’s play and his playlist automatically starts up as they set off.

“So you uploaded ‘em all this morning?” Aaron says, grinning.

Robert snorts, but says nothing.

“Just don’t let Liv get hold of it,” Aaron warns. “You might not like her additions.”

“If she thinks she’s touching any of the controls in here again,” Robert says immediately, tone as warning as it is amused.

Aaron rolls his eyes. “You’re the one who offered to teach her to drive.”

Robert narrows his eyes as he pulls onto the motorway. He says nothing, and Aaron settles in, letting the sounds of Mariah Carey singing about what she wants for Christmas fill the car.

She’s got a point, Aaron thinks, ridiculously. Everything he wants is right here in the car.

Seriously, soft.

Aaron’s still suffering flashbacks from last year.

Though, he admits to himself, Robert warbling in the shower to Michael Buble is probably the highlight of his Christmas so far.

“It’s tradition,” Liv tells Gerry. “Don’t question it.”

Aaron roots around under the tree for the plug to the lights. If another bulb blows, he’s going to strangle Robert for not buying new ones.

“Why?” Gerry sounds genuinely confused. Then again, they do have three copies sitting on the shelf, and that’s discounting the VHS tape Robert has stashed under their bed. “And why does he need three?”

“Oh god, don’t get him started,” Liv moans, grabbing the DVD from Gerry’s hands and shoving it back on the cabinet. “Different versions blah songs cut blah bluray blah.”

Aaron snorts, and finally wrestles the plug into the extension lead. He’s immediately blinded by the bulb infront of his face, and curses.

“Oh good, we won’t have to watch it if Aaron’s blind, right?” Gerry asks, sounding too pleased for an out.

Aaron rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Fat chance.”

“I heard that,” Robert chimes in from the kitchen.

“Good,” is the reply from three voices.

Fucking Hotten Tesco again.

“We’re ready, aren’t we?” Robert asks, Christmas Eve, the two of them curled up on the sofa with Liv and Gerry upstairs.

Aaron runs a hand through Robert’s hair. “It’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” Robert sounds like he’s trying to convince himself as much as Aaron.

“Seriously,” Aaron says, tilting Robert’s chin up. “Stop trying so hard and just enjoy it. We’re here, ain’t we?”

“Yeah,” Robert breathes, smiling so wide it must hurt. “I love ya.”

“I love you too,” Aaron tells him, firm. He tugs Robert in for a kiss. “Merry Christmas.”

“It will be,” Robert says, grin turning dirty. He slides down Aaron’s body, his face full of promise.

Probably his best one yet, Aaron thinks.

#robron fanfiction #Robron #aaron x robert #emmerdale

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