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Beginnings (chapter 5)

For a moment they both had their heads turned towards the corridor, even after Tristan was long gone and the house was completely silent around them. No voices from upstairs, no crying children, no music from the radio, no ringing phone. Just the soothing, monotonous sound of the grandfather clock ticking away the minutes of the day. Siegfried still stood in the doorway holding the drinks, Audrey was still sitting on the couch, wringing her hands nervously. They were finally on their own ...

Chapter 5 of "Beginnings" is up on AO3 - enjoy reading + let me know what you think.

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Let us all appreciate Mrs. Audrey Hall and her phenomenal cricket match attire.

(Inspired by @halcyonsunset's post on the subject)

The Last Man In (2x05)

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Some Sunny Day / ACGAS fanfic Ao3

The war is finally over and Mrs Pumphrey announced a big party at Pumphrey Manor. Holding a Victory Ball to celebrate the end of the war. This time Audrey cannot opt out and decides to attend the ball but the choice of dress is a difficult one. And it might affect her life more than she thought it would.

Story set around VE Day - I skipped the last war years. But everything you read here is not based on any series 6 storyline spoilers. Just my imagination of what might happen in series 6.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63880339

ACGAS - It Happened One Night

Siegfried and Audrey come across something dangerous whilst out and about one evening.

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ACGAS reaction gifs 2/2

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Final chapter is up! Thanks to everybody who has read this and been supportive ❤️

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hands ❤️

even though we never said it to each other - we knew

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Angsty kisses prompt

asked by @graceisinthelibrary

"Welcome home" kisses, not knowing if they stay this time.

After the door had closed behind her he had slowly sunk down into his chair, wiped the put-on smile from his face and stared at a spot on the wall. She had actually taken his hand, smiled happily at him an then left with a cheerful “until later”. Everything had happened so fast, had been so unexpected that Siegfried had failed to react in an appropriate manner. First of all, he should never have let that man into his house again. Then, he should have told him that Audrey was busy. Even if that was a lie. He should have prevented that meeting at all costs. But he had been taken by surprise. Now he had to pay the price for his negligence and his hospitality.

Siegfried covered his face with his hand and put his head back. He was such a fool. Angrily he stomped his foot, caused the contents on his desk to clatter and a few sheets of paper falling to the ground. Vonolel squeaked angrily in his cage. When he removed his hands, his eyes had lost the spot on the wall and instead fell on the small black and white photo that took pride of place on top of his desk. The happy godparents with their godchild. Helen had insisted they take a photo that showed just the three of them. Carefully Siegfried took the frame and looked at their smiling faces. How proud they had been on that day, how happy, how much like a family they had all felt. Nothing could tear them apart ever again. That was what he had believed there and then. The last, still lingering doubt had finally drifted away that day, evaporated like a cloud in the bright summer sunlight. And now this.

He held the frame tightly in his hand, felt an urge to throw it against the wall. The happiness that was so palpable in this photograph was mocking him now. Was telling him that although she had stayed, she had probably never truly meant it. He felt betrayed and foolish. James was no longer in active service, Tristan was for now stationed in Doncaster, far away from any military action. What held her here? She could still be a godmother even if she did not live nearby. And Helen was getting all the support she needed from her own family now.

In fact he could only think of one reason why she could not leave, the one reason he should have disclosed the last time she almost left Skeldale. But he had been too scared back then that he would jeopardise their relationship, their friendship. Instead, everything had happened on her own terms, had been her own decision. And he had left it at that, told himself that her own happiness was of much more importance than his own. Now however, Siegfried suddenly wanted to be selfish. He had waited for long enough, had kept everything hidden from her for so many years. As soon as she was back, he would tell her everything and it would not matter if he would make a fool of himself. He placed the frame back on the desk, next to Tristan’s photograph and waited. Half an hour, an hour, an hour and a half. The phone did not ring, no one disturbed him, An eerie silence had settled over the house as if it too waited for the final answer to this long game of Siegfried and Audrey had been playing for almost a decade.

When the front door finally opened again he did not look up from his desk, only listened to the sounds. She seemed to be on her own and he did not hear her speak to anyone. There was no good-bye at the door, no see-you-later. Nothing. Instead she simply closed the door, walked over to the clothes cabinet, took off her coat and hat and stored it in there before stepping into the doorway of his study. Only then did he look up and into her face. And suddenly it felt as if the plan he had focused on for almost two hours was slipping away from him.

“You came back.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” She asked in surprise.

“You almost left with him once.” Saying this out loud took more effort than he thought it would.

Her smile faltered and she stared at him.  

“I cannot lose you.” He got up from his chair, bravely reached for her hand and gently held it in his own.

At first, he felt her stiffen, then slowly relax. Her gaze wandered down to look at their hands. “I am not leaving.”

“Because you are the most important person in my life.” Siegfried ignored her reply, continued with the plan, even if his heart was hammering too fast in his chest.  “And even if it seems to you that there is nothing left to hold you here, you should know that I …”

She stopped him so unexpectedly that he almost lost his balance. Suddenly the rest of the sentence, the words that he had so desperately wanted to say for such a long time, were silenced by a sweet, tender kiss.

Now it was his turn to stare at her. He saw the smile reappear on her face, the unshed tears in her eyes. “You are the reason why I did not leave and why I will never leave.” Her free hand cupped his face and this time it was Siegfried who leaned closer and kissed her, tasted salty tears on her lips, felt her hand on his neck, the other one slip from his grasp and entangle itself in his hair. What he had not said earlier, the three little words, he poured into this kiss.

“I love you.” It was a whisper against her lips in between kisses. “Welcome home.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/61793407/chapters/162818224

A new chapter of Back to School is up.

Audrey and Siegfried take a trip.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63487504

My first fanfic for this fandom! I just needed more than what Season Five gave us, and after doing some research about the real-life Audrey and the timing of the Battle of Singapore, this fic appeared wholly formed, and wouldn’t leave me alone until I transcribed it.

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Siegfried Farnon + Audrey Hall (ACGAS s4)

inspired by this - because they are each other's sun and moon, sunrise and sunset

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This story is an idea I would love them to explore on screen. In the meantime, however, I wrote my own short for it instead.

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Siegfried Farnon, Tristan Farnon & Audrey Hall Farnon Season 5 | All Creatures Great & Small (2020)

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Audrey & Siegfried - Looking after you 💕 inspired by this

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/62025280/chapters/158839177#workskin

Caution to the Wind

chapter 1 smut, chapter 2 fluff

Gif by the brilliant Owlsie-hoot

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saving the fox / 5.7

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I'd love no. 1 for the drabble prompts

Have a good day (despite having to work) 😊

Urgh, work. Thanks for the prompt!

Drabble list - send me a number!

1. “I know you're hurt."

Set sometime in 5.5 or before 5.6

“I’m going to visit Miss Grantley,” Siegfried announced over breakfast. “I’m staying to lunch, no need to prepare anything for me, Mrs Hall.”

Mrs Hall nodded. “Will you be home for dinner?”

“Probably,” Siegfried said cheerfully.

Tristan watched the exchange while he munched on his toast. Siegfried was bouncy – always chirpy when there was a new lady love on the scene. Mrs Hall though – Tristan had spotted the shuttered, blank look that had flickered over her face when Siegfried said where he was going. He noted the way her lips were pressed together, just a fraction. The careful steadiness of her voice when she asked if he’d be home for dinner.

Siegfried departed, whistling.

Mrs Hall cleared the table around Tristan, shooting him an amused glance as he continued to eat as the plates disappeared.

A little while later, washed and dressed and ready for the day, Tristan looked for their housekeeper. The breakfast conversation was playing on his mind and he was tallying it with other things he’d seen and been told of over the past year. He was almost certain he’d come to the right conclusion.

She wasn’t in the house. Eventually, he found her in the yard, beating a carpet ferociously.

Her eyes darted towards him but she didn’t say anything, just continued hitting the carpet with a strength that made him wonder.

Finally, he spoke. “I know you’re hurt.”

“Hurt?” her voice was breathy. “Why should I be hurt?”

“Because of my brother, and Miss Grantley.”

She lowered the carpet beater and turned to face him, expressionless. “What your brother does is really no business of mine, Tris.”

“You care for him,” Tris said.

“Of course. I’m his housekeeper. His friend.”

“I think you care for him in more than those ways.”

Now the carpet beater fell to the floor. “What do you want me to say, Tris?” she demanded.

“The truth?” he pushed.

“That I love him? That I gave up the chance of a life, a family of my own, with a good man, because I love your brother and could never love Gerald in the way that he deserves? That seeing him go after Miss Grantley is tearing me apart? Is that what you want me to say?”

The torrent of words left her panting and Tris could see tears in her eyes. He hated himself for putting them there. What had possessed him? A desire to know that he was right?

“I’m sorry,” he murmured.

His apology seemed to bring her back to herself and she stared at him, horrified. “Tris – you mustn’t – you mustn’t say anything. To anybody.” She pressed her hands to her face. “It’s…” She trailed off.

Tris fell back to the old standby. “I’ll put the kettle on, shall I?”

He made them both a cup of tea and, seated at their kitchen table, her hands around her cup, Mrs Hall seemed more herself.

“I’m sorry for putting that all on you,” she said.

“I’m sorry for asking.”

“It’s just – you’re right.” She ran a hand over her hair. “It’s – hard. I am hurting. After Gerald…” She sighed.

“What happened there?” Tris asked curiously. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to say. I heard a few things from the others.”

“I nearly left,” Mrs Hall mused. “I handed in my notice. I hurt your brother terribly and doing that hurt me too.”

“Why didn’t you?”

She sipped her tea. “Because – what I put him through, your brother, I mean, I hated doing it. I love him,” she said simply. “I love all of you. He has half my heart and you all, Skeldale, Darrowby, you have the other half.”

“Charming,” Tris muttered.

She laughed then, the first brightness he’d seen in her eyes all day. “You are an awful boy,” she said fondly. “All of you, together, and Gerald on the other side. He’s a good man, a kind man.” She sighed again. “I could have been happy with him. But he loved me, and I – I love Siegfried.”

The way his brother’s given name fell from her lips made Tristan’s hurt turn over. “I stayed because I wanted to, because giving Gerald the tiny portion of my heart I have spare would have hurt him more in the end. I stayed because I love Siegfried and being in his life in any way at all is better than nothing.”

Tristan gazed at her, wondering how much of herself she hid from all of them.

“I’m not unhappy,” she added sharply. “I love my life here, I love you all. Seeing little Jimmy grow up is a precious gift.”

“But?” he sensed it coming.

“I thought… maybe things would change. Between Siegfried and me, when I stayed.”

Tris could feel every ounce of longing from her. With a lump in his throat, he stretched his hand over the table and held it firmly. “I know it’s no consolation, Mrs H,” he said, “but he’s a mad bastard and you’re far too good for him.”

She smiled at him through watery eyes. “As I said, you’re an awful boy, Tris. And thank you. For this.” She gripped his hand. “It was good to talk about it.”