thanks to @barnbert @robertbugden @capseycartwright for tagging me in several sentence sunday. i actually do have something other than the fic i posted for amy’s birthday, so have this. only @capseycartwright knows what this one is about but uh. sorry in advance.

Robert’s back.

Aaron stands stock still in the middle of the street and just stares, unsure what the hell he’s supposed to do. Inside the pub John’s recounting old army tales to Vinny and a disinterested Mack, Vic smiling at him softly and enjoying having a babysitter for the night. His mum’s behind the bar bickering with Charity about some wine order, and Liam’s scribbling away in his notebook, writing the next great mystery.

It’s a bog standard Thursday night in the Dales.

Except Robert’s a few hundred yards away staring at Aaron and the whole world’s stood still.

Aaron doesn’t know if he should storm over there and smack him or turn away entirely. Bastard deserves nothing less.

“Oy,” Mack shouts from the Woolie door, a little slurred where he’s been putting them back, and Aaron turns. “Don’t you dare abandon me with your fiancé, you prick.”

When he looks back, Robert’s gone.

not sure who has or hasn’t done it yet, so no pressure tagging @mellaithwen @fake-mouthstatic @jcforsapphics @sugdenkatie @aaronsugdens.

shattered into ash
[emmerdale. robert/aaron ~3.5k. for @mellaithwen]

It’s an accident.

The lighter isn’t supposed to have any fluid in it, isn’t supposed to work. It’s supposed to be one of those fake ones from a party store, a dressing up accessory, overly large and showy to make a point. She uses petrol because it’s more realistic, because of the smell, but she doesn’t mean—

[Or, Chrissie sets the barn on fire.]

@ AO3

a/n HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMYLIÉ, AMYTHAN, AMYKINS!💜 have some 14/5/2015 canon divergence angst.