Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: All Creatures Great and Small (TV 2020)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Siegfried Farnon/Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Siegfried Farnon & Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall
Characters: Siegfried Farnon, Siegfried and Tristan Farnon's Mother, Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Siegfried and Tristan Farnon's Father
Additional Tags: Not a time jump, Not Time Travel, History!, Love Always
Summary:
It’s May 1947 but also June 1893! No time travelling involved.
A box of photo’s is discovered laying Siegfried’s heritage out before him…
Expanded due to a nudge on Tumblr… Thank you
Each chapter is a different era so strap in and meet Ambrose Donald Farnon & Sarah O’Brien whose fault all this is anyway.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: All Creatures Great and Small (TV 2020)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Siegfried Farnon/Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Siegfried Farnon & Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall
Characters: Siegfried Farnon, Siegfried and Tristan Farnon's Mother, Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Siegfried and Tristan Farnon's Father
Additional Tags: Not a time jump, Not Time Travel, History!, Love Always
Summary:
It’s May 1947 but also June 1893! No time travelling involved.
A box of photo’s is discovered laying Siegfried’s heritage out before him…
Expanded due to a nudge on Tumblr… Thank you
Each chapter is a different era so strap in and meet Ambrose Donald Farnon & Sarah O’Brien whose fault all this is anyway.
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: All Creatures Great and Small (TV 2020)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Siegfried Farnon/Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Siegfried Farnon & Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall
Characters: Siegfried Farnon, Siegfried and Tristan Farnon's Mother, Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Siegfried and Tristan Farnon's Father
Additional Tags: Not a time jump, Not Time Travel, History!, Love Always
Summary:
It’s May 1947 but also June 1893! No time travelling involved.
A box of photo’s is discovered laying Siegfried’s heritage out before him…
Expanded due to a nudge on Tumblr… Thank you
Each chapter is a different era so strap in and meet Ambrose Donald Farnon & Sarah O’Brien whose fault all this is anyway.
For @royalbesties and @this-geek a snippet of time travel….
So will probably go nowhere, but I like the idea of everything being a bit too bright as opposed to Skeldale being really dark…
“Oh.”
“Mr Farnon?”
“Mrs Hall?”
“Where are we?”
Wherever they were everything was white.
White and bright.
Too bright, Audrey thought briefly. A funny smell filled her senses too. It were familiar smell, a bit like the carbolic soap she used on the sinks yet stronger. “Where are we? What is this place?” She heard herself repeat.
Next to her Mr Farnon looked as stunned as she felt. His mouth open, slight confused. One minute they’d been stood in front of the wardrobe, the next they were in what looked like a storage room.
They were also still holding hands.
“Siegfried…”
In the distance a dog started to bark and a strange repetitive buzzing noise that almost sounded like a telephone started up.
“I haven’t the foggiest.”
“Why is it so bright?”
The question went unanswered.
“Maybe we should-.” Audrey started to say but the sound of footsteps and voices cut her off as did a deep booming laugh that caused a flash of something - she didn’t know what - to flutter in her chest.
Then as if on cue there was another bark.
“Quick here.”
She felt herself being back pulled into the corner of the storage room and to where only seconds earlier a door had been. “What on earth…!”
“Shush.”
The footsteps stopped right outside the door. The voices now as loud as they could be.
‘Ibiza?’
‘Ibiza, 10 days in the sun sun sun. £999 all inclusive - 5 stars.”
‘Does Em know?’
‘Does she heck. Well she will in about 30 minutes when I tell her.’
‘Good luck with that. Don’t be WhatsApping her that Jen - tell her to her face. I keep telling his lordship we need a holiday but he’s not budging on me.’
‘Aww he will. He’ll do ought for you.’
‘I don’t even care if it’s a week in Wales, I want a holiday.’
For @sobloodywhat who asked to see my WIP 1893 - Ambrose Donald Farnon. Dad to be (working title - yes the date has changed).
For the purposing of this fic… A&S are married, it’ll be become clear why if I carry it on… let me know if I should
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May 1947
“Good lord, will you look at all these!”
He’d found the photos during one of his wife's spring cleans. This year they had both (him more reluctantly) taken on the challenge of the small attic space that no one had dared to venture into for as long as Siegfried could remember. It was a room they kept locked these days now as Rosie and Jimmy and recently Mary grew more inquisitive.
In truth, Siegfried hadn’t the foggiest what was stored in there except the cobwebs and spiders but Audrey had insisted and for some reason it suddenly felt the right time to venture up there.
Plus, the delight on his wife’s face when he had agreed indicated to him that maybe she had been more than itching to get past the barricaded threshold and ‘break the seal’ as she’d so politely put it.
‘It’s not Tutankhamen’s tomb’s my love, we are not a poor man's Howard Carter!’ He had told her while rattling the key in the lock. The playful slap that then landed on his arse moments later almost distracted him enough to suggest they do something else with the time instead, but she was already pushing past him and shining the torch into the dark before he could suggest it.
‘Maybe later,’ he’d heard her mutter in reply and decided he would be holding her to that and make no mistake.
‘Once more into the breach then my love, once more!’
The flimsy box of photos had been hidden deep inside an East India Company tea chest under layers of old fabric and what he suspected was the remnants of a rodent’s nest. “I must have stored it there when we purchased Skeldale. My father had only passed a few months before and the plan had been for him to move in with myself and Evelyn but he never made it. And I couldn’t bare…”
He felt Audrey nod over his shoulder as they laid each photo carefully one by one.
“Is that your parents?” She asked, pointing at a very formal looking family still.
It was definitely a wedding day Siegfried noted. Although judging by the expressions everyone wore it didn’t appear to be a happy occasion. His mother in blue, holding flowers, his father in a smart and formal looking suit. Either side of the ‘happy’ couple sat family and friends looking equally as sterned faced.
“Yes,” he nodded, “its their wedding day.”
“None of them look happy about Siegfried.” He already knew she was thinking of their day that had been filled with laughter and love and watched as she picked up the stiff card and turn it over gently in her hands.
“I rather think it was a serious affair back then. My mother was much younger than Pa of course. Ten years.”
“Right… Siegfried…”
“Yes my love,” he replied, his attention already drawn to a different photograph of a baby he suspected was him.
“When’s your birthday?”
Siegfried huffed playfully. “I’m offended you even need to ask.”
“I know when it is you daft apeth - 19th November 1893 - I were just wondering… your parents wedding date is July of the same year…”
Tagged by @graceisinthelibrary who was tagged by @sobloodywhat - yes you are both getting tagged.
RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!
A Step Back in Time
Siegfried Donald Farnon
Found Family
1885. Ambrose Donald Farnon. Dad to be.
Let’s Time Travel shall we?
Have fun! I’m not sure I have masses of followers to tag…
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: All Creatures Great and Small (TV 2020)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Siegfried Farnon/Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Siegfried Farnon & Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall/Robert Hall
Characters: Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Siegfried Farnon
Additional Tags: Grief, Character Death - Robert, Emotions - lots of emotions
Summary:
Audrey receives news that Robert has died. She’s upset, angry and needs a moment.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: All Creatures Great and Small (TV 2020)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Siegfried Farnon/Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Siegfried Farnon & Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall
Characters: Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Siegfried Farnon
Additional Tags: Love, just love, also sex, Maybe the most explicit thing I have written
Summary:
She’s in love. Unashamedly. She loves him with all her mind, body and soul.
There’s sex in this. I don’t want to call it PWP because it isn’t. Maybe.
Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: All Creatures Great and Small (TV 2020)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Siegfried Farnon/Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Siegfried Farnon & Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Charlotte Beauvoir/Tristan Farnon, Helen Herriot/James Herriot
Characters: Siegfried Farnon, Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Dorothy (All Creatures Great and Small), Tristan Farnon, Charlotte Beauvoir, James Herriot, Helen Herriot, Mrs. Pumphrey (All Creatures Great and Small), Gerald Hammond
Additional Tags: Modern AU, 1940’s Party
Summary:
Modern AU time
Audrey doesn’t get out, she works hard as a nurse and is about to become a Grandma for goodness sake. She’s not interested in finding a fella either, for any use, especially one who is the local vet and is wearing lovely aftershave. Especially not him.
Born from a plot bunny involving a 1940’s style cotton bikini, modern day Audrey is going back to the era we know her from the best by way of a WW2 victory re-enactment party.
The prompt "Accidental Mirroring" was sent to me by @royalbesties. Not sure, this is what you wanted it to be, but here we go...
He had never noticed it, or at least, he hadn't given it too much thought before, but now he couldn't unsee it. Was he now cursed? Thinking about it, he would prefer being blindsided, oblivious, unaware. Ignorance, as they said, was bliss.
"Blimey."
"What's wrong?" Next to him Charlotte appeared, and for a moment the fragrance of her perfume was distracting him. Annoyed, Tristan led the glass to his lips only to register it was empty. Maybe there wasn't enough booze to get over this any time soon.
"I've just seen something I want to…forget, ignore, deny."
"Oh dear…" She chuckled. "What's this about?" His answer was a silent glance across the parlour of the busy pub. By the fireplace Tristan's brother and Mrs Hall were standing next to each other, very close indeed, chatting.
"Is this about your brother and Mrs Hall?"
"It is," he confessed with a vexed sigh. Against his better judgement, he couldn't take his eyes from away. He already felt like stalker for observing them, but here he was, morbidly mesmerised and equally confused. Had it always been like this between them? And if so, why had he missed it?
"They mirror each other in everything they do. They drink at the same time, they smile at each other, they finish each other's sentences. And look at the dogs!" He added. Dash and Jess were both lying at their feet, eyes closed, noses touching.
Charlotte remained to be unfazed. "I told you so. They're like twins…worse actually."
"Jesus! Now she's touching his elbow and he's leaning in…" Disgusted by what he thought could end in a kiss, he turned his head. "Why?!"
"Dear Tristan…" Charlotte cleared her throat. "It's not the end of the world to realise that you're brother has fallen in love. Yours, Charlotte."
"Dear Charlotte…" He drew a deep breath. "I know, it's not unheard of, but this woman has been like a mother to me. So forgive me, if I don't want my mother and my brother to…breed. Yours, disillusioned Tristan."
"Dear Tristan, get over it. Love Charlotte."
He rolled his eyes. "Is it really that easy?"
"It was with us. Give them a chance." She placed a soft kiss on his mouth and turned his face, so he saw Audrey and Siegfried clinking glasses. Then, they simultaneously put their glasses down and Siegfried offered Audrey his arm. Tristans' eyes grew big when the couple smiled at each other and his brother placed a tender kiss on Audrey's cheek. The dogs rose and stretched, before they patiently waited to be leashed.
"They're leaving," he commented with a touch of panic in his voice. "What if they go home?"
"To enjoy some privacy?" Charlotte asked. "Sounds like a splendid idea. Just them, some music, a glass of something. I can see it."
"I don't want to see it," Tristan moaned. "Gosh, why did you tell you me to watch them? Why did you want me to know?! I thought you loved me!"
"Oh, I do love you, Tristan Farnon. And they love each other."
"Can't they do it without all the touching…?"
"Only when you start loving me without all the touching." Amused by the expression on his face, she pressed a kiss on his cheek. "You could take me away from here, too," she suggested.
"Just us?" He asked, "Some music, and a glass of something?"
"See, in the end you learned something from your brother."
"As long as we can go somewhere else… It's been some time since we danced in a stable."
"I like your way of thinking." Apparently inspired by the idea, Charlotte intertwined his fingers with her own.
Outside the pub the late winter breeze, brushed over them, and Charlotte snuggled deeply into her coat. Across the deserted market square, Charlotte spotted two people and their dogs nearby the front door of Skeldale House. While the dogs were sitting down, pressed against each other, the couple was caught up in a loving embrace and a deep kiss.
"Dear Tristan," Charlotte said dreamily. "I hope in twenty years' time the two of us will be exactly like this."
Tristan who felt much better, watching his brother kissing Mrs H from afar, pulled Charlotte against him. "My dearest Charlotte, I very much hope the same."
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: All Creatures Great and Small (TV 2020)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Siegfried Farnon/Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Siegfried Farnon & Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Charlotte Beauvoir/Tristan Farnon, Helen Herriot/James Herriot
Characters: Siegfried Farnon, Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Dorothy (All Creatures Great and Small), Tristan Farnon, Charlotte Beauvoir, James Herriot, Helen Herriot, Mrs. Pumphrey (All Creatures Great and Small), Gerald Hammond
Additional Tags: Modern AU, 1940’s Party
Summary:
Modern AU time
Audrey doesn’t get out, she works hard as a nurse and is about to become a Grandma for goodness sake. She’s not interested in finding a fella either, for any use, especially one who is the local vet and is wearing lovely aftershave. Especially not him.
Born from a plot bunny involving a 1940’s style cotton bikini, modern day Audrey is going back to the era we know her from the best by way of a WW2 victory re-enactment party.
May I request number 19, Protective instincts, Activate! For SxA? Thank you!
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"How dare you?!"
Siegfried had rarely seen Audrey Hall this angry. Her back was straight like a plank, her eyes viciously on fire. Even when she read him the riot act every now and then, there was always this subtle hint of generosity or mockery in her demeanour. Not this time though. Right now she was in a cold fury, and he thanked the holy Saint Nick that none of it was directed at him. His housekeeper rarely became very protective of him, or in this case territorial, but he couldn't deny the affect it had on him, and he was glad he was standing behind a very large and heavy dog that separated him from the owner, otherwise known as the poor sod who had awaken her anger.
"How dare you?" She repeated her question. The farmer, young, smug, and apparently new in Darrowby, didn't know what hit him as she she had a go at him. His fingers cramped around his flat cap and he took a step backwards as if he feared she would attack him with her broom. Little he knew that Audrey Hall was the kindest and most gentle soul on earth - as long as she wasn't provoked.
"I've got a right to ask why my dog is supposed to stay indoors when I need her outside in the fields, looking after me sheep!" He said, wiping his brow.
"You are!" Audrey informed him. "But watch your mouth! Mr Farnon's the best vet in town and he wouldn't tell you to keep your dog inside if it wouldn't be absolutely necessary!" To underline her words she cuddled the dog in question, a sheep dog, with a tenderness that betrayed her fierce words.
"Quite right." Siegfried cleared his throat. "The wounded leg needs rest. Otherwise she won't be of much use for you in the future. We can keep her here for a couple of days," he suggested. "Just to make sure the recovery will be swift."
"She will stay here!" Audrey decided, glaring at the farmer who just nodded. Apparently he was still afraid she could use her broom on him in case he declined the offer.
"Excellent," Siegfried rubbed his hands. "I'll see you out then."
While Audrey stayed in the exam room to make sure that the dog wouldn't jump from the table, Siegfried showed the farmer out.
"That's settled then," she decided briskly when he came back, ready to comment on her rant. He had thoroughly enjoyed the show. "I'll see you later." Later, however, wasn't exactly what he had in mind, but then he remembered the last two clients in the waiting area. Before she and her broom quietly vanished through the door leading to the back, he noticed the subtle expression of complacency on her beautiful face and drew a deep breath to settle his racy thoughts. Only two more clients…
°~~~A&S~~~°
Half an hour later the clinic was over and Siegfried had abandoned his white coat for his usual tweed attire. He found Audrey standing at the kitchen table, peeling carrots. "You'll be pleased to hear I managed the rest of it without your interference. There were no further casualties," he joked, his hands stuffed into his pockets while he eyes up her appearance. He sensed it with every fibre of his being; her body, so well hidden in her practical clothes, begged to be loved - thoroughly and without any false reserve.
"Are you telling me it weren't my place to say something?" She wondered.
"Who am I to inform you about your place?" He counter questioned her, amused.
Her lips curled into a smile and she tilted her head. "You're me boss after all."
"Am I now?" Apparently lazily, he walked over to her and placed himself right behind her. What he loved most about their physical relationship was that she was about the same height as him, and their bodies fitted perfectly against each other. So when he now planted his hands on her hips and pressed himself against her, his physical attributes rubbed against all the right places.
"I like it when you're in charge," he whispered roughly into her ear.
"I know," she informed him while she continued to peel the carrot, admittedly a bit slower than the task demanded.
"I take it there's some time before lunch's ready?" He suggested as he began to do unfasten her pinny. He loved the process of undressing her; it always sent a thrill through his body to uncover all the hidden layers of her clothes that were as fascinating as her personality.
"It's just us for lunch today." Their was something unmoved about her voice, but he knew her long and well enough to imagine, how his actions made an impact on her.
"Even better." His hand closed around her carrot and when she chuckled about his raunchy way of moving along the sturdy vegetable, she gave in and dropped her work. With rising excitement, she turned in his embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck. "And now?"
"Now it's just us." Without forewarning he lifted her up and swiftly moved her into the direction of the pantry.
"You're mad…" She mumbled when he pressed her against the filled shelves and lowered his mouth on his magical spot right beneath her ear.
"I blame you," he mumbled against her skin, dragging up her skirt. All morning she had secretly hoped for this to happen, and she was genuinely pleased to have found an opportunity to gain his attention when the young, inexperienced farmer had made the cardinal mistake of questioning Siegfried's expertise as a vet. It was nothing unusual for a farmer to complain about a certain line of treatment or the attached bill, but in this case the man's boldness had been a welcome reason to set things in motion - to her and Siegfried's benefit.
"Course, you do," she agreed as she reached down to unbutton his trousers. This was better than lunch - even one she had prepared herself.
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