Minor spoiler warning. A fire breaks out in the Abbey and Charles Carson faces his worst nightmare.

In the middle of the night, Charles Carson allows himself to feel his fear, which leads to skills of yesteryear being retrieved and the comforting of someone he treasures more than anyone

End of s4. Mrs Hughes, Mr Carson, the seaside, and what happens afterward.

CarsonxHughes need each other after the horribleness of S3!

One shot inspired by S2.

One shot inspired by that scene in S4 where Elsie flashes Charles. Yep...It's pure smut!

Mr Carson has a bad day...

Chelsie AU set in August, 1913. While the others attend the annual village flower show, Mr. Carson and Mrs. Hughes remain behind, enjoy a beautiful summer afternoon, and have a heart-to-heart talk.

Charles and Elsie are esteemed colleagues and friends. But are they more than friends? Does everyone else see something that they don't? This fic is written as a series of one-shots, each focused on Chelsie but told through the eyes of a different character, and linked together in a gentle tale. Set in Series 5 x

Mrs. Bute returns to Grantham House shortly after the day at the beach and Mrs. Hughes has to return to Yorkshire. As always, she and Mr. Carson correspond, but their letters aren't quite like what they've written during past Seasons. No Season 5 Spoilers.

SPOILERS FOR SERIES 5! A fire threatens to destroy the Abbey. Will everyone get out alive? My take on what will happen when a fire breaks out in Edith's room.

As Mrs Hughes approaches her 57th birthday, she begins to panic as an old ghost story comes back to haunt her, leaving her no choice but to admit and act on long suppressed feelings in order to be protected. Nominated for a Highclere Award.

Mr. Carson, Mrs. Hughes, and a decanter of Bordeaux.

Post S4, mild S5 speculation. Beginning with a garden party, Mr. Carson and Mrs. Hughes reflect on life and a job well done with the promise of more on the horizon. Together and apart, they learn how to navigate their feelings and places in the world as Downton ushers in a new era. This is the author's first Downton fic.

Elsie and Charles have been friends since they were young. Their lives have always been entwined, from their marriages to their successes. Will something happen to make them realize that they love each other? That it was always supposed to be them as a couple? Modern AU.

Mr. Carson and Mrs. Hughes take a walk together during the village's autumn festival. This fic is a birthday gift for evitamockingbird. The accompanying artwork is by brenna-louise.

Little oneshot following the final scene of S05E2

Spoiler Alert for S5! How will Charles return to Elsie's good graces after refusing to help Mrs. Patmore?

Mrs. Hughes keeps everyone's secrets, and it can weigh heavily on her at times. Maybe, it's time she shared her burdens with her butler. (Carson/Hughes)

Latest response to the Chelsie-anon prompt. "Mrs. Hughes?" He found her standing in the darkness, staring out as the rain lashed against the library windows. He worried; she had been winding herself tighter and tighter over the past week or so, ever since that first visit from Sergeant Willis.

*Spoilers for Season 5* Mrs Hughes gives Lady Edith something back that survived the fire and feels the winds of change settling around the house. Perhaps Mr Carson can lend her a steadying hand.

S5 SPOILERS! Mr. Carson and Mrs. Hughes have different ideas about many things, but a difference of opinion doesn't mean that they respect each other any less or care for each other any less. They can still hold each other in high regard while disagreeing about something (or many things).

Charles Carson and Elsie Hughes work together for Downton Radio, where he has his own show and she is his producer/technician. They have worked together for a great number of years and their attraction is palpable - but will they get together? Modern AU - this story celebrates my fiftieth fic!

A tipping point for our favourite couple.

ANGST about the BAIRNS. This chapter never happened. It's cathartic. It's not real. Ugh.