GraceB

Lover of chelsie and all things Downton Abbey. That is all.

[chelsieobsessed1980]

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13606778/10/Charles-and-Elsie-retired-together

Chapter 10 is posted. Hope you will like it ;-)

[chelsieobsessed1980]

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13606778/3/Charles-and-Elsie-retired-together

Chapter 3 is posted. Hope you will enjoy it ;-)

[chelsieobsessed1980]

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13606778/1/

I just posted a new story-first chapter. You are more than welcome to read it ;-) Hope that you will like it.

[chelsieobsessed1980]

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13601963/1/After-the-London-season

Just posted a new story. Hope you will like it ;-)

[bryllis]

Elsie is a pharmacist, Charles is a photographer. They meet for an interview. That's how everything start 😉

Enoooy

[belovedrival]

Elsie has a talk with her friend Beryl about the dragon, among other things.

Beryl leans on the table, her hands in fists. “Oh no, you don’t. We already talked about this. Your wedding is in a fortnight, and we are leaving no sooner than three days before. Three. Days. You know it’s better for Becky here. Grantham is a strange place for her, and so is Donton Castle-“

“It’s Downton, not Donton, and wasn’t it you who said she might do better if she was there longer than three days before the wedding? To get used to it?” Elsie raises her eyebrows. “You weren’t wrong. Besides, the dragon knows I was the one who half-blinded it and cut the sapphire out of its forehead. I keep imagining a wing-shaped shadow overhead, and the last thing any of us seeing is the monster setting the clearing ablaze. I would never forgive myself if that happened. I want all of you to be safe.”

The cow sticks its head through the window, mooing, and Elsie pats the animal. “That goes for you, too.”

Straightening up, Beryl comes around the table, wiping her hands on her apron. “You say you want all of us to be safe, your Grace,” she says quietly. She almost never addresses her friend that way, and Elsie knows she is serious. “But you don’t say anything about yourself.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Of course I want to be safe. I don’t fancy being roasted alive.” Elsie says.

Beryl gives her a knowing look. “I keep thinking you want to send us away because you want to fight that bloody dragon again.”

Elsie doesn’t try to deny it. Her friend knows her too well. “You think I’m being stupid.”

“Well, maybe you are,” the shorter woman says. “You’ve survived it twice, but this last time, it was a near thing. I should know, I saw it.“

[poshgraz]

There is nothing remotely vanilla about this. I’m certain it has never even seen a vanilla pod. Wow. All it’s given me is brain freeze. Fml. FYI 80ml of ice cream is basically one scoop which is approximately one standard tablespoon. It’s also in a styrofoam cup which adds to its flavour.

[poshgraz]

@chelsieobsessed1980 Happy Birthday 🥳 many happy returns.

[poshgraz]

This is what basically the new instructions are for people in England as set out by Boris Johnson.

Scotland and Wales are currently still locked down.

Or if you live with me at St Mary’s: stay in. Lockdown for 6 more weeks.

[poshgraz]

My one escorted walk a day earlier today to collect my medicines. Sadly covid19 has finally hit this place so this was my last 5 minute stretch. On the plus side rice pudding was for dessert today and I am finally getting proficient at colouring in as a leftie. It’s decidingly harder than writing.

[chelsieobsessed1980]

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13578290/3/The-power-of-persuasion

Chapter 3 is posted. Hope you will like it ;-)

[poshgraz]

Losing the damn will to live.

[thedafansworld-deactivated20210]

Finally uploaded every chapter I’ve finished of my fanfic series on FFnet! Here is link to my story: 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13579076/1/Downton-Abbey-and-When-Calls-The-Heart

[poshgraz]

Update: Matron caught me loitering in the hallway. Back to the drawing board.

[chelsieobsessed1980]

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13578290/1/

I started a new story today-”The power of persuasion”. Proudly presenting the first chapter. Hope you will like it ;-)

[poshgraz]

It’s time to rebel. If I push the fire door the alarm will go off. That means we can go outside. There’s sun outside.

[espoirmerveilleux]

anéantir [aneɑ tiʁ] v (Fr): to destroy, annihilate (détruire); wipe out; obliterate.

Excerpt:

“Oi!” he says, and it’s too loud even to his own ears, and he doesn’t flinch when she claps a hand over his mouth. “Oi.” A whisper this time, cupping his hand around her ear. “What’s sauce for the goose …”

She laughs full and joyous without being too loud, squeezing his hand even as she shakes her head at him. “Oh, no. Doesn’t work like that.” She’s whispering again, her lips ghosting against the shell of his ear, breath warm and wet and he shivers at the contrast of her heat against the chill evening air.

“No?” he comes back. “And why not?”

This time she leans in further, until their lips are almost touching. “Because you’re drunk,” she whispers, a flick of her tongue at the close of her statement. It misses his mouth and he chases after it. “No,” she tells him in response, but she arches into him as his lips touch gently below her ear.

“Oh, and you’re not?” He raises an eyebrow.

She laughs again, effusive and musical, and he loves her like this. The way a little alcohol makes her silly. She shakes her head where it lies on the edge of the headrest. “I’m squiffy. You’re shit-faced. There’s a difference.”

He rolls his eyes. “Semantics.”

She gets an indignant look. “It’s not, and you know it!” She’s whisper-shouting now and he can smell the Malbec on her breath. It’s more a taste than a smell, really, and he aches to kiss it right out of her mouth.

He chuckles. She’s not wrong, but his head is too muzzy to engage her in hair-splitting. He fires one parting shot. “You started it.”