All Creatures Great And Small - Downton Abbey Siegfried Farnon (Veterinarian) & Audrey Hall (Housekeeper) Charles Carson (Butler) & Elsie Hughes (Housekeeper)

Together! <3

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Saw this post in one of the Downton Facebook groups. Was going to send them links to some of our M rated fanfics haha (literally no one ever is imagining it ever... my ass) 😆

Bound to be together <3

Elsie and Charlie

here's a chelsie edit! It's no good really but it took me hours to finish. I'm hoping you'll like it ! <33

matthew and mary had glittering chemistry, and bates and anna are almost too good to be true...but it’s mr. carson and mrs. hughes that are peak romance for me. just two quietly devoted people in late middle age, holding hands as they wade into their future

you can hear it in the silence

Part 26/?? of my favorite ships + taylor swift songs | Mr. Charles Carson x Mrs. Elsie Hughes

May sixteenth can only mean one thing...

Happy wedding anniversary to Charles and Elsie Carson! Let us toast to their endless love and happiness 🥂

Credits of this amazing gif belong to @thatwasntaquestion 🥰

And even after all these years, we Chelsie shippers simply cannot get enough of those two together, now can we? Happy anniversary indeed...

They married because of scandal—nothing indecent, nothing too risqué, mind. He would never allow it to go so far; he would never allow immoral behavior in such a great house. It was all innocent, looking back: flirting at afternoon tea quickly became gentle caresses during midnight sherry, and a few stolen kisses here and there: nothing more… but, also, nothing less. One night, after drinking a glass too many, they were caught. By a maid, whom he’d already forgotten the name of—Sarah, was it? Ghastly woman. He informed His Lordship the following day before rumors started. And, not wishing to bring any more scandal to the family, he proposed. She accepted. They were married and out of the house within the year. And now Carson spent his days behind a counter, tending to all sorts of literary characters as a shopkeeper: the Scrooges, the Jim Hawkins, the Eustacia Vyes, even a few Victor Frankensteins: he had met them all and, quite honestly, he grew tired of their performances within his first year working.

He had known his place at Downton well. Being butler could be done so easily, even with his eyes closed. And the characters he dealt with there were far less complex, far less exhausting. Upstairs, he obeyed, he listened; while downstairs, he brought order.

He still brought order with the young lads, and occasionally Elsie, but it was not the same as before. A life of service meant a life of loyalty. Who could he be loyal to in such a role as shopkeeper?

A long discussion over more midnight drinks—this time with less expensive wine and fewer clothing—led to Carson and Elsie both deciding to save up for a little bed and breakfast. After all, their duties would be more of the same of what it was at Downton, Elsie told him. That was what sold him on it. To be the man in charge, to again run a glorious household. And now two years on, they were beginning their search for a house.

“It just seems a bit much for a bed and breakfast is all,” she told him when he showed her the house in Ripon. Four bedrooms, no indoor plumbing, and nowhere near as grand as Downton Abbey. It certainly needed work before they could move in—though, the irritation in her voice and her aloofness throughout the entire afternoon hinted the unlikeliness they would even purchase the estate. He considered the house specifically for its front garden, which had a worn wooden swing dangling from a tree. He imagined a child… of a guest or from the village, swinging from it, surrounded by nature. A nice thought. A nice dream, really. But perhaps a bit too unrealistic. “Can we afford it? That’s the question…”

“We are well within our budget,” assured Carson as they walked the path leading them back into the village.

There would be no children of their own, of course. Elsie was… not quite old, but not quite young. She was in her late forties and—well, she was sure she could no longer bear a child. Even the doctor said it was unlikely. And three, nearly four, years into their marriage, they were perfectly content being together, alone.

“It just seems so far,” she said in that same irritated tone. “A whole bus ride here, and now a whole bus ride back, just to see the place for only a minute...”

She tugged at her tunic to readjust her corset. A repeated action throughout the entire afternoon. He wondered if the fabric irritated her skin. She did say a few mornings ago it felt a bit uncomfortable. How long had it been since she purchased it? How often did women need to buy new corsets? Did they even buy them or did they make them? Those were questions he did not know the answer to. Elsie seemed a bit more… expressive toward him as of late, so he did not dare ask.

“I’ll be sure to look for a house nearby next time,” he told her gently.

But she did not hear him, or she chose not to listen, for she continued: “And it didn’t even seem worth it to me. Guests won’t want to stay somewhere with an outside privy. I didn’t even see a sink in the kitchen. These are modern times we live in, Charlie.”

Carson himself had grown so used to toilets at Downton he converted a small unused space in their home into a water closet. “We would have plumbing installed,” he told her. There was no use discussing something that would never be, he knew, but it seemed silly she thought he wouldn’t want to update the house...

She stopped, abruptly—and before he could follow, she was vomiting into a shrub near them.

He took a step back, then a few steps forward as she finished, his hand finding her back. “Heavens, darling,” he said in a shaky tone. He pulled out his hanky for her to wipe her mouth. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” she insisted as she dabbed her lips clean. “I feel a bit warm is all—I don’t know why you insisted today of all days to come here. I can hardly think in this heat.” But he thought the weather was rather nice that day; a gentle breeze and the first clear sky in about a week. He dared not contradict her, however. “And if I could just have a moment to rest,” Elsie continued.

“Of course, darling,” he said quickly. “Of course, there’s—there’s a bench just here…”

“No, no,” she said, shrugging his guiding hand away. “I’ll have plenty of time to rest on the bus ride home, I’m sure.”

Headcanon lady mary used to make frequent visits to the carson’s cottage after carson retired, but once overheard mrs hughes call carson “charlie bear.” Now she only visits when she’s sure mrs hughes is working, so not to walk in on anything.

Headcanon mrs hughes knew lady mary was eavesdropping and deliberately called him that just to put an end to the uninvited visits.

Headcanon carson spent an entire week wondering where the nickname “charlie bear” came from.

you know it hits hard

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