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Aidan and Eleanor 2024 BAFTA gala

#aidan turner #eleanor tomlinson #bafta 2024

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Ross vs Ross

#aidan turner #poldark #robin ellis #ross poldark #reverend halse

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I might have to rewatch Poldark. No other tv show has given me such pleasure and happiness.

#poldark #ross poldark #aidan turner #eleanor tomlinson #demelza poldark #ross x demelza

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#aidan turner #jenna coleman

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Lemons Lemons Lemons Lemons Lemons

#aidan turner #jenna coleman

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#aidan turner #he's too sexy #ross poldark #bring back poldark

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Demelza found it hard to believe it had been over two years since Ross had left for France in the late summer of 1801. Now it was spring of 1803 and though time had passed swiftly, in some ways it had stood still. Out on Hendrawna Beach, Demelza sat in the dunes out of the direct wind, her thin muslin swimming dress did nothing to keep the chill away and she wrapped her shawl tightly around her shoulders. Though the weather was warming up, the water was still too cold to even dip more than a toe in. Far out to sea, she saw a fisherman rowing towards shore. Idly, she watched the dark haired man row against the current and wondered what he might have caught this early morning. As he got closer to shore Demelza took note of his bushy black beard. Did his wife enjoy his kisses with all that around his mouth, she wondered. His shoulders were broad and he must be strong she told herself for it wasn’t just a dingy he was maneuvering through the rough waters but a sailboat whose mast had been broken off. As Demelza watched, something about the tilt of his head made her heart race and for a moment she thought she might faint. Ross! It was Ross at long last returning to her. Surely, she was dreaming. She watched as the man, more burly than Ross, and much hairier, leapt from the boat and wadded in the breaking waves towing the boat ashore. His wild black curls danced in the wind, as he pulled his craft high up into the sand. Demelza stared as he leaned into the boat and as he lifted something heavy up and out, Demelza knew with a certainty born of many years of intimacy that this heavily bearded, extremely muscular man was no stranger, but was indeed her long gone husband, Ross Venor Poldark.

Ross had returned and just as suddenly as the sun broke through the fog, Demelza’s world shifted on its axis and she found herself running towards the shore at the same moment a huge smile broke through that great huge beard and he shouted her name, “Demelza!” before he broke into a run and met her where the ocean waves receded back to the water. “Judas! Ross! Is it really you?” she cried as she leapt into his arms. “Oh, my love,” he picked her up and held her in a hug so tight she thought she might pass out as Ross squeezed the very breath out of her. “Never did I dream of such a homecoming!” Demelza hung onto his neck breathing in his sent that was mingled with the salt of the sea. “Judas, Ross, what took ye so long?” He stopped her question with his mouth. His lips found hers, and they kissed long and deep. Hungry, hard kisses that were both excitingly new and yet wonderfully familiar. As his tongue greedily searched the softness of her lips and pushed past the hardness of her teeth, Demelza’s hands first tangled in his hair then slipped down to his shoulders and she kneaded his shoulders, the tight muscles stronger and tight before slipping down to his waist, deceptively lean under the fullness of his chest. “I want you now. Here.” His voice was a low growl as he dipped his head and his hot, rough lips kissed her neck. She urgently lead him along deep into the dunes and looked straight into his his smoldering dark eyes before pulling her shawl off. Ross helped her spread it out in the sand. Demelza dropped to the ground and looked up at Ross. He held out his hand and she tugged until he was beside her, and they lay together quietly for a moment. “Do you often come alone to swim in a dress that is as good as nothing,” he asked, his finger tracing the contours of her face. “Only when I hope to meet a fearsome stranger,” she whispered, as her hands found the buttons of his breeches. She bit her lip in concentration as she unfastened first one and then the other button, and gently grasped his long missed but not forgotten ramrod of desire. Ross gasped. “Do you greet all strangers in such a manner?” He found the hem of her sheer muslin gown and drew it up over her hips. “Only when they are great hairy beasts,” she retorted and she didn’t resist when Ross pushed her flat and freed her breasts and began sucking their hard rosy tips. Demelza held his head as she enjoyed the pleasure that had so long been denied her. She moaned his name and and groaned when he gently nipped her, making her hips buck with desire. She almost screamed when his fingers at last dipped between her legs and stroked her womanly bower. Demelza’s breathing quickened and she stroked the remembered hardness of his cock. She had thought she’d want him inside her, but she welcomed his attentions to her flowery mound, pushing against his mouth as he teased and tormented her with his lips and tongue. Had it been twenty years, Ross would not have missed the change in Demelza’s moan, and swiftly he he was on his knees as she welcomed him home at his first deep thrust. Her legs gripped him as they rode long and hard to to that never forgotten moment of mutual bliss. Then spent and exhausted, they clung to each other as they regained their senses. “The children won’t know you, with that wild animal on your face,” Demelza teased him. “Do you know me?” Ross asked. His stare was intense and piercing. “As well as I know myself,” she answered. For though his curls and his thick bearded were now streaked with silver, the twinkle in his eyes, the love in his touch, the way her name rang like bells when he called her, were all she needed to know that her husband, her lover, her dearly beloved was finally home. She could lie here in the dunes forever with Ross. Ross! Ross was home! The dislike of his beard by many inspired this. Sorry. I’m out of practice.

#poldark #fanfiction #romelza

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Aidan Turner in Toast of Tinseltown

#aidan turner #toast of tinseltown

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Aidan Turner in Episode 5 of Toast of Tinseltown

#aidan turner #toast of tinseltown

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I can't tell from your posts in the "FANFICTION" heading if you write any. I see fics that I think are you re-posting from other writers. Do you write any? thanks

I do write fanfiction it’s @romantic-hero If I’ve reblogged it, you’ll see that blog’s name. If I’ve written it, it’s an original post.

#poldark #fanfiction #romantic hero

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Yay! Something new. Found on Twitter

#aidan turner

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In case, like me, you’ve never read this. OMG. Perfection

Becoming Undone (1/1)

Title: Becoming Undone

Rating: R

Fandom: Poldark (BBC 2015 1x03/Book 1)

Pairing: Ross Poldark/Demelza Carne

Summary:  He released her and lit another candle.

Author’s Note: This had to be done because the BBC fades to black just when things were getting interesting and the book was written by a man in the 1940s. Beta read by the lovely Nokomiss. Please do not archive elsewhere without permission.

Archived: On Ao3 | On FFnet | On LJ

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A little tease from Sugar and Spice...

“My son tells me everything here is the best thing he’s ever eaten ,” the older gentleman told her as he perused the pastry case with great interest. He nattily dressed in a sharp navy blue suit and floral silk tie that was equal parts whimsical and fashion forward.

“We do try,” Demelza answered, her heart melting at his adorableness. He looked oddly familiar, but she couldn’t quite place why.

“He’s on his way in,” he continued on, “just parking the car.” He glanced up to take her in and she couldn’t help feeling like she was being inspected. Thankfully she’d changed aprons before taking her turn with customers. “You must be the young woman who owns this fine establishment.”

“I am,” she said proudly, “Demelza Carne.”

“Ah,” his eyes twinkled mischievously, “the delightful Miss Carne that my son cannot stop gushing about.”

#pud fic #pud's sugar and spice #poldark #poldark fanfic

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For the good of humanity, bring Poldark back. Please.

#poldark #aidan turner #eleanor tomlinson

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So happy to discover this great chapter! More please!!!!!

Sugar and Spice and All Things Nice

Summary: There’s a new bakery in the village, a tiny little hole in the wall, or so Ross had been told. On a whim one afternoon he goes into town in search of a good cup of coffee and maybe an apple cider doughnut if he was lucky, but he ends up finding something he didn’t even know he was looking for.

A fic inspired by @upstartpoodle's beautiful Ross/Demelz - AU Bakery moodboard. Thank you for the lovely inspiration. Thank you to @super-radix-fan for the gorgeous story moodboard!

Read chapter one HERE.

#poldark fan fic #romelza modern au #ross x demelza