Story first written in 2011 between S1 and S2: The Great War and things are changing. Boys turning into men, housemaids serving at table, it's all a bit much for Charles Carson. But through it all he has a steady hand to guide him - or does he? What happens when he loses the rudder that keeps him calm and steady.

Re-posting a short story first published here in 2012 - written in response to the introduction of an electric toaster in canon - please remember to plant your tongue firmly in cheek when reading this series of 4 drabble-ish chapters. It was a truly humorous delight to write these drabbles back in the day, I hope you can still find humor in them!

This story will become a collection of Downton Abbey ficlets based on a list of 50 one-line prompts that was first published on Tumblr. The ficlets will revolve around many different characters and pairings, based on requests received. Most of the ficlets will likely be rated K T and I will include a warning in the opening Author's Notes if the rating is higher.

WARNING! This story deals with sexual harrassment, assault, and abuse - This story began with a well-liked character being a cute "bad-boy" but things escalated quickly and as the writer, I could choose to abandon the story or let the plot play itself out...you can decide for yourself if I made the right choice.

Modern AU - "Well, Mr. Clarkson," began Elsie Hughes. "Well, well, well," came Richard Clarkson's velvety voice over the phone. "And exactly who might you be, my wee Scottish lassie?" Charles Carson sat bolt upright in his chair at the change in Clarkson's demeanor. Elsie wasn't sure she appreciated his tone of voice either but she raised her hands in a placating fashion...

Written for the 2011 Mistletoe Challenge - Modern AU - Suddenly, the lights flashed several times, Charles Carson stood and walked to the plate glass windows and looked out at the winter storm. He was glad Elsie Hughes was staying over in Glasgow after her meeting but she'd promised to call him before going to dinner. Glancing down, there were no missed calls notes on his cell...

This story is the product of a challenge between Onesimus42 and Batwings79 - criteria explained in the Chapt. 1 Author's Notes - "Ringtones are those little songs and ditties that play when someone rings your cell phone," replied Elsie Hughes. "Don't you have any ringtones set on your cell phone?" "I don't think so," said Charles Carson doubtfully. "It just rings and I answer it."

Love lost and love found, in the autumn of their years. Hard fought and hard won on several fronts. How does love turn into broken hearts and broken vows?

Charles Carson watched the raindrops splash against the flagstones, their staccato rhythm soothing to his ear. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply and let his mind wander back to a similar day two summers ago...The smell of warm earth and wet stone and the musty smell of decaying wood; he had the sense of something as old as nature itself.

What happens when conflicting traditions and clashing styles have the stoic butler of Downton Abbey at the mercy of three little Ladies of the house? Leave it to his housekeeper to ride to the rescue with "The Mistletoe Protocol."