#Poldark fanfic

[nervousladytraveler]

“Well then,” Prudie said and set a steaming cup of tea down next to Demelza. She’d come to do this most afternoons (with only a little prompting) while Demelza worked on a new piece for The Post or chipped away at Dr. Enys’s manuscript. This attention was mostly given because the woman wanted company and not because she anticipated her mistress’s needs.

“Hmm?” Demelza asked absently while she banged away on the typewriter keys, then paused to check her spelling of Streptococcus. 

“Easter’s so late this year, Mister Ross’ll miss the daffs,” Prudie lamented.

Demelza had collected a cheering yellow bunch and put them on the dining room table so she could see them while she worked. The crocus bulbs from weeks earlier had since been returned to the earth, just as she’d promised she’d do.

“Oh they might linger on, they’re hearty blooms for sure,” Demelza laughed. “All the spring flowers are really, they are required to be. And even if Ross misses the daffodils, there’s always bluebells. Come Prudie,” she said and rose to her feet. She tidied her papers and put the cover on The Companion.  “Let’s go out to the garden while the sun shines. We have much to do to get this place in order before Ross arrives.”

“I'd say it's someone else’s arrival we should be worryin’ ‘bout,” Prudie huffed.

“Yes, well…in good time,” Demelza said. 

“You keep sayin’ that but time do have a way of creepin’ up on a body!”

Prudie was right but since Demelza had more urgent pulls on her purse like fixing the leaking roof, it was best to put nursery furnishings out of her mind at present. Afterall, what did poor folk do, those who had more babies than bank notes? 

Needs must…

When Demelza was a girl, the neighbours across the stairs kept their baby in a bureau drawer set on the floor. It served perfectly well as a cot until the little fellow grew big enough to climb out. Then it seemed he never slept again but ran amok forevermore chasing the birds--and rats-- that dwelled in their dingy courtyard.

His name was Tommy, wasn't it? And he’d be seventeen by now, she thought to herself. I wonder if he’s joined up and now chases Wehrmacht soldiers.

Odd that she remembered the neighbours but had no recollection whatsoever of where her own brothers had been stashed as babes--she only remembered them older, all sharing one messy, stinking bed, wrestling and laughing well into the night.

“We’ll think of something,” Demelza shrugged. She’d talk it over with Ross, though she hated to ask him for anything.

“Come, let’s finish our garden work before it rains.”

#lucretiassister #poldark #poldark fanfic #demelza carne #ross poldark #poldark modern au #wip wednesday #duty

[stelly38]

Chapter Nine has just been posted.

Please note, the rating has changed to E, so this fic will no longer be safe for work. Please check the new tags, as well as the author's note at the end of the story.

Thanks to everyone who's been reading, commenting, and keeping up with this fic!

Read the new chapter here.

#fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #poldark fanfic #modern au #ross x demelza #romance #relationships

[my-eyvers]

On the night Ross had sex with Elizabeth he is gone from Nampara for several hours. This is my story of what might have happened those missing hours unwritten in the fourth novel Warleggan. I borrow much from Winston Graham.

He lifted Elizabeth in his arms and carried her to the bed.

He put his lips against her neck. He smelled her hair and tasted her skin. He fumbled with his clothes and pushed her dress away. He tore her delicate underclothes. In his anger he was not gentle. She didn’t cry out when he took her. He took her hard and fast and in a few minutes it was over. Ross was breathing heavily as he fell to Elizabeth’s side. They lay still and did not speak. No words of love. Nor promises either. He was tired, so tired.

Ross slept and while he slept he dreamt of Demelza. She was in her garden and Jeremy was by her side. Demelza was scolding Jeremy for picking the blooms off of the daffodils. Turning to Ross she remarked on the lilac bush. “It needs trimming Ross.” She repeated his name. “Ross?” He awoke suddenly to the sound of his name. Where was he? The brown curtains,the dressing mirror, a rocking horse. He remembered now. He was in Elizabeth’s bedroom. Sitting up he saw her standing by a window. Her beauty was mesmeric. She heard his movement and turned and stared. She thought how his scar was very noticeable in the candlelight. Turning away from her, Ross rose from the bed and straightened his clothing. He turned back once again to look at her and she met his gaze with bitter hostility. The clock struck one accentuating the stillness of the night.

Ross left the bedroom. Elizabeth heard his footsteps as he went down the stairs. He stopped in the winter parlor where he had sat with Elizabeth weekly, ever since the death of Francis. The wind howled down the big fireplace and the old windows rattled. What he had done that night had brought Elizabeth very much down into the arena. He’d loved Elizabeth before he ever met Demelza. It was something fundamental, a constant attachment. He had wanted Elizabeth for years and now had experienced with her the most intimate act between a man and a woman. ‘The expense of spirit in a waste of shame.’ What was the rest? ‘Is lust in action.’ “‘You treat me like a slut’” She’d said. “‘It’s time you were so treated’” he’d said.

When he broke into Trenwith house a few hours ago he was searching for solutions. He had only succeeded in creating new problems. As Ross sat in the old parlor he thought he should return to Elizabeth to thrash the whole thing out but he did not know what to say and the impossibility of explaining himself was stopping him. He went outside and whistled for Darkie.

Demelza lie awake listening for Ross. Waiting to hear his footsteps and see him walk into their bedroom. She was sure he would tell her Elizabeth’s marriage would not go on. He would say he had only come home to get his things and he would return to Trenwith to live with Elizabeth. Demelza would leave and find work. Jeremy would stay with Ross and Jane would see to Jeremy. Demelza closed her eyes but sleep would not come.

When Ross left Trenwith he rode Darkie for miles far beyond Nampara. He thought of Demelza whom he had loved devotedly for six years and still did love. How could he explain the unexplainable to her? He began to think of their years together. The first years of love. And Julia. The happiness at her birth.The sadness at her death. His trial. Their poverty. The birth of Jeremy. Now he was in torment. He had committed adultery.

The moon that had lit his way was now lower in the sky. He turned Darkie around and began his journey back to Nampara. As he neared the beach he would bathe there before going home, to wash away the smell of Elizabeth. As he left the water the morning sky was becoming brighter, it must be nearly five. He walked up the meadow to the stable where he left Darkie. Cobbledick would see to Darkie. Ross would shave and change his clothes in the mining shed. By now the Gimmlets would be up and busy tending to the morning chores. He entered the house through the library and went into the parlor. Jane was there, setting the table for breakfast. A pitcher of milk, sugar basin, two plates, knives, forks, spoons, a butter dish. She looked up as he entered the parlor and in a peculiar voice asked if the mistress was awake. He replied quietly: “I think Demelza is asleep. Don’t wake her'' He listened and could hear Jeremy crowing in his cot. It was a favorite thing for them to lay together, side by side, and listen to Jeremy in the mornings. Jane brought his breakfast and he was nearly finished when he heard movement from their bedroom up stairs. Moments later he heard Demelza’s voice in the kitchen and then he saw the door to the parlor open. She came in and they looked at each other. At that moment he knew that she knew.

#poldark #ross poldark #demelza poldark #elizabeth Poldark #May 9th #Poldark fanfic #Poldark fan fiction #Ross + Elizabeth #Ross + Demelza #warleggan #what time did you get back #I think it was about five #he knew that she knew

[dreamstone28737]

For the Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game: light.

You’re not going to believe this, but I’m just seeing this Ask for the very first time a whole month later. I’m so sorry I missed it!

(It’s been so long I’m trying to remember what the game was!! I think if you guess a word that’s in my WIP, I post the sentence it’s from??)

So, for you, I’ll dip into that long-untouched Poldark fic! It’s the same one as last time - the one in which Demelza and Ross divorced after his tryst with Elizabeth. (They end up getting back together!) I actually have two sections written that include the word “light.”

(And I never can keep things short, so it’s way more than one sentence each.)

Thank you so much for the ask, friend!

1. The first one is Demelza having a talk with Sam about how she’s doing in the immediate aftermath of the break up. It’s sad, because I was in a very sad place when I wrote it two years ago. (Actually, reading it again now, I don’t even really recognize my own writer’s voice in it!)

Sam had tried preaching to her for a while about the blessings of the Lord, but finally one day she'd blown up at him, told him to stop being a minister and just try being a friend, please.

Surprisingly, he'd gotten the message. They'd had a real talk.

"Have you looked at yourself in the mirror, lately, sister? It's like-" he'd paused. Hesitated - "It's like the light's gone out of you."

"It feels like that," she'd said flatly, not meeting his eyes.

"D'you sing?" He'd persevered. "You always used to sing. D'you dance while you cook or clean? D'you even laugh?" She hadn't responded, and he went on. "I know ye've had your heart broken, sister. But there's still so much good in the world. There's no reason for you to walk around this earth half alive."

And this one is an upsetting bit of foreshadowing, when Ross and Demelza are together. He pulls Demelza close and she notices that he smells different. (Spoiler alert - she’s smelling Elizabeth’s perfume 😬)

"Just bein' silly," Demelza repeated, smiling, though she could feel that her brow was still knitted, as though her subconscious was still trying to work out the riddle. “You smell different, is all."

Ross drew back, meeting her eyes. "I what?"

"Yeah, like...some kind of flower maybe? I can't tell if it's the new laundry soap or something else." She shrugged, and said with a light laugh, "I don't know. I can't place it."

Was his glance suddenly far away? He had gone still against her, and she couldn't think why he'd be as bothered by it as she was. Perhaps, like her, he was just puzzling it out. Something in her wanted to change the mood, and she patted his chest lightly before pulling away.

"I'm thinkin' a roast for dinner. How's that sound to you?"

#asks #my writing #poldark fanfic

[jaebeanie]

DINLUKE AU SERIES OPENING TITLES

Yesterday I got the idea of a DinLuke/Poldark AU in my head. But I am no fanfic writer, so I made an opening for a DinLuke AU TV Series.  Or, as a fanfic trailer? (If you have a fanfic you feel has the vibes of this opening, or you wanna write one for this opening, let me know so I can link it in!)

Originally I wanted to do a Cowboy AU, but all the footage of young Mark is very grainy, so I changed it up a bit. 

Would anyone like me to make a trailer for their DinLuke fanfic? Fire a wee PM at me! (I make no promises, but can at least give it a go). 

Enjoy this DinLuke Historical/Poldark/Cowboy/WhateverYouWant AU! 

#dinluke #din djarin #Luke Skywalker #the mandalorian #star wars #skydalorian #skywalker #grogu #i put david acord in cause think hes the one that voices grogu????? idk but had to put SOMEONE in there for grogu #mando #luke x din #kinda obsessed with the idea of poldark!dinluke not gonna lie #i stress made this yesterday also bc i ALLLLLMOST got made homeless ahahahahahaha :))))) #but hey this was fun #dinluke fanfic #din x luke

[a-pen-in-the-paw]

A Ross Poldark/Jim Hawkins story

With illustrations by the ever-wonderful @sugarsu

Read chapter 7 HERE

#darkhawk #ross poldark/jim hawkins #ross poldark #jim hawkins #fanfic

[witchmd13]

Oh to be a young 18th century physician treating miners and villagers in Cornwall using scientific methods and pissing off of the local aristocratic physician who still uses leeches

#enys I’m talking about enys #I want to write a self insert fanfic where it’s just me instead of him literally that’s it #everything else is the same #poldark

[samanthamarkle92]

Big news! My Poldark fan fiction The Ward of Nampara has hit 8k reads on Wattpad! I never thought this would happen!

It's a great imagining with Ross and Demelza as foster parents! Involves rags to riches and Ross being the bad boy hero!

To anyone interested, here's the link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/200131691?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=SamanthaMarkle92&wp_originator=dls3gwANcHAscnvnBe515oUFGkn4zKqhk5Xuctee%2BtsTc7RdnUzKecc%2BBSml9bmXY94BUra%2B0GVltvbviKfS%2BBJ7mPDg%2BWVw5l9nDyxS%2Fk7Yn7CItB7hd3g3wgE%2BKrlH

#original character #wattpad #romance #fanfic #historical drama #historical romance #poldark #ross poldark #ross x demelza #adoption #character adopt #wattystories #love

[apinkheartinmiddle-earth]

i had the most foul idea for a crack!fic (buckle up aidan turner simps, this one’s for y’all)— a poldark x being human crossover where mitchell is a notorious vampire during poldark’s time period

demelza hears of a vampire wandering around cornwall and scoffs at the idea since nothing of that supernatural nature would happen in such a place

but lo and behold, mitchell stumbles upon demelza one day as she does chores around nampara and demelza mistakes him for ross (she even asks why he’s wearing fancier clothes and fingerless gloves) and like mitchell is obviously confused and insists that he’s himself but is intrigued by the pretty redhead nonetheless

demelza gets increasingly frustrated the more mitchell denies being ross and storms out in disgust then gets mad at the real ross when he comes home for pranking her with his “weird clothes and strange gloves”

the situation gets weirder when demelza thinks she’s hallucinating because she “sees” ross and mitchell frequently and can’t put two and two together until she sees the two men side by side (they’re just as shocked to see each other for the first time too lol)

AND AND

ross and mitchell fight over demelza because literally almost every man in poldark pines for her, so why should mitchell/“ross 2” be any different???

#poldark #ross poldark #demelza poldark #demelza carne #ross x demelza #bbc poldark #being human #being human uk #john mitchell #being human mitchell #crack post #crackship #crack fic #thoughts #text post #text #alternate universe #fanfic ideas #fanfic #aidan turner #eleanor tomlinson

[egrambles]

But You'd See Me This Time

Ross sat up in bed with a start and held his chest where his heart was, swallowing hard to control his breathing through his nose. He repeated the actions four, five, six times before mentally cursing to himself and slipping out of bed and walking to the dresser. He heard that he stirred Demelza as he changed.

"Ross? What are-"

"I'm going to Elizabeth's. We have some things to talk over before we meet with the shareholders," He said as he jerked his right leg through his trousers.

"But-"

"I will see you when I return. At the usual time, I promise." He didn't know why he refused to look at her as he roughly adjusted his belt and picked up his boots before heading to the door.

He knew he should have been gentler to her as he sat on the kitchen table and shoved the boots on his feet. He should have been gentler to many people throughout the month. But he found he was capable of no such thing as of late. He stood up and rubbed his temple harshly before shoving on his jacket and hat and heading out the door. The soft wind bit at his body as he stepped outside. The beginnings of a bitter winter had started 2 weeks prior and maybe, he thought bitterly, was partly the cause of his current temperament. The wind bit at his brown thin trousers outside the doorstep. There wasn't snow, not yet. But the white murky clouds above him promised some very soon, maybe in the week or even later in the day. He didn't shiver against the cold, however; he welcomed it with great inhales in his lungs before he greeted his horse and jumped onto it in one quick motion. All month, being in any room, no matter the house, made him reel from suffocation, gave him a pounding headache and made him swelter in his own clothes. The solution, he found, was stepping outside and letting the cool air to clear his head. And if he couldn't - Well, he and his cup of port would be the best of friends.

He reached down to pat the side of the head of his horse before picking up the reins and tapping the side of its stomach with his boot. He could feel his wife's eyes on his back as he settled on the horse and it only made him gesture for it to pick up more speed as he left the front yard. He didn't feel like addressing anything to anyone, answering or reasoning or explaining or anything. He shook his head as if to scatter all thoughts from his head as he rode on, the wintery white backgrounds a blur as the horse charged on. The calm wind was a chaotic scream in his ears as he whipped the reins and voiced the horse to go faster. The seat had irritated him somehow and he was now raised above it, relying on the muscles of his thighs as he whipped past his hometown and headed on the road to his Elizabeth's. As he went through the familiar small forest that bridged the two counties he held his right hand out, relishing in the pain with a grin as the bare thin strands of wood whipped against his skin, each of them sounding off with satisfying thwips. He glanced at the palm to admire the blood before taking in the reins and whipping them again.

The horse had reached the Trenwith house at last and Ross had barely settled the animal in place before he hopped down and headed towards the front door. He reached down in his trousers pocket and felt around for the key; he had visited the house so often Elizabeth had given him a duplicate key months ago and eventually somewhere along the line he no longer took it out his pocket to place on the dresser before bed; the trouser pocket was now its permanent home. He shoved the key inside the door-hole and twisted it, holding his left hand on the wood in preparation of the familiar click sound. He used all his might to open the door and first saw Elizabeth as he usually did, but something was wrong. She stood there like a baby deer, staring at him confusedly. Am I the only one of sane mind here? He asked himself, but he said nothing of the sort to her as he adjusted the collars to his jacket and kicked the door shut behind him. "Good morning, Elizabeth. 'Tis is a cold one indeed. I recommend you wear your heavier riding dress today." "I noticed the weather earlier," She said in a soft and careful tone. "But…" "What is it?" He sat down on the couch next to the front door, sniffing and wiping at his nose from the earlier ride. Why was she in her nightgown and robe? Did she not know of the day? Did she not know of the time?

Read more of my fic here (ft tiny RossxElizabeth/RossBeth): https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14185213/0/

#poldark #ross poldark #Elizabeth Chynowyth #verity poldark #fanfic #fanfiction

[nervousladytraveler]

“Ha, ha! Well then!” Demelza sang, folding the telegram and slipping it into her pocket only to immediately take it out to read again. A smile threatened to rip her face apart but it was beyond her control. She was over the moon. 

Using the back of her grubby hand, she wiped her eyes and remembered the last time she’d experienced tears of joy.

“Well then?” Prudie huffed, annoyed that her mistress had delayed for even a second in broadcasting the news, whatever it was. 

Demelza laughed. She knew she should remind Prudie that as housekeeper, she was not in fact privy to all communications sent their way. But then again, the woman had shared in the agony and anxiety while awaiting news of Ross, so perhaps she’d earned this impatience. Demelza handed over the telegram, her feet shuffling back and forth in a dance of their own making.

“Aye, t’is written with some clip, mind!” Prudie scoffed as she read the brief message.

Easter weekend business on North Coast. Will lodge at Nampara if current tenant can accommodate. R. Poldark.

“Current tenant? An’ just who does Mister Poldark think he’s referrin’ to?” Prudie asked.

“To me, to us!” Demelza said. “Oh Prudie, never you mind. Ross has to take that tone. In case… well, in case it is read by others–and no doubt it has been.”

“At least t’is no cabboble ‘bout when,” Prudie conceded.

“No, no there isn’t,” Demelza smiled. She could read between the cold and dispassionate words and she didn't care a dash how it was phrased–it was the message that counted. 

Her very own Ross would be there in less than a fortnight. And yes, oh yes, she would accommodate.

#lucretiassister #poldark fanfic #poldark #ross poldark #demelza carne #poldark modern au #duty #wip wednesday

[stelly38]

I've posted two new chapters for The Initiate. Please read the tags; the rating has changed from Teen appropriate to Mature.

As always, thank you for reading and for your comments!

Chapter Five is here: Recollections and Signals

Chapter Six is here: Gaze

#poldark fanfic #ao3 fanfic #modern au #ross x demelza #romance #SnowOntheMountain #fanfiction

[anglophiletraveler]

In My Life

Here's a little text conversation between Ross and Demelza! Enjoy!!

“Oh, well that doesn’t sound like fun to me either.”  Demelza’s phone dinged.  “Oh Caroline my phone just dinged I gotta go!  I’ll talk to you tonight.”  And with that she hung up on Caroline before she could even respond!

12:41 - Good afternoon lol!  I hope my text didn’t wake you earlier than you wanted to get up.  Well, is there a certain place that you like to go for lunch?

12:43 - No I was already waking up.  I am up for anything as far as lunch goes.  I’m allergic to shrimp so I just don’t order it.  

12:44 - Well that’s good to know.  I hope it isn’t a severe allergy.  How about I pick you up around 11:15 and think about where you might like to go or what kind of food in the meantime.  

12:46 - Would it be easier if I met you at your office or at the restaurant, so that you don’t have to drive all the way out here?

12:49 - Now that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me would it? Lol.  No it’s fine, I’ll come pick you up.  I’m not that familiar with that area, so it will be nice going to a new restaurant.

12:52 - Okay that sounds fun.  I’ll think of a couple of different places and get back with you.

12:55 - Sounds perfect!  Oh by the way, Seamus told me to hi to you from him!  Turns out he’s quite taken with you! 

       - Oh! Well tell him hi back for me please.  I’m quite taken with him as well.

Oh dear.  Should I send that?  Is that too much too soon???  She reread his last text…  hmmm he said it first… what the hell here it goes.  And with that she hit send.

Ross and Jenny were walking to Ross’s next meeting when he received Demelza’s text and he stopped walking.  “Bloody hell!!!  She’s quite taken with Seamus too!” he yelled. 

#six sentence sunday #modernpoldark #dean o'gorman #poldarkfanfic modernpoldark au demelzacarne rosspoldark workinprogress #poldark fanfic poldark modern au ross poldark demelza carne six sentence sunday #aidan turner fanfic

[flyingpotstickers]

@purple-dahlias started a thing : day five (picnic) : wc: 150 ship: Morwenna and Drake Carne

Morwenna’s eyes glow in the cave of---- “The father, the son, and the holy ghost.” they’d both made their wishes there ---- all those years ago. Now though, they were older and wiser and more learnt in the ways of the world. Morwenna was Drake’s wife. 

She’d won the victory of becoming a wife a second time, but in doing so had to lose her only son. The father had died, the son had been lost, and she was an unholy ghost of herself.

Clearing her throat, she leaned uncertainly against the cavern’s walls. “Drake,” she asked. “What did you wish for the first time we came here?” She fiddled with the laces on her dress absently.

“For you, my love.” Drake was quick to reply. “I want’d to kiss thee then, and I still do.”

Her tongue poked out between her lips. “Well then, Drake Carne.... what’s stopping you?”

#sevensentenceficjuly #seven sentence fanfic #seven sentence fic #sevensentenceficjuly day five #morwenna chynoweth #drake carne #poldark #poldark fic #ficlet

[karnpuffs]

I'm disappointed. Poldark has been out for nearly a decade and had such a good setup for a "there was only one bed" fanfic that they literally SAID it: "'Tis a small chamber, sir, and but a single bed." Francis Poldark and Dwight Enys have to share a bed, there's also lots of self-loathing and alcohol involved in the scene... and nOBODY, not one single degenerate, weird, horny person, has written fanfiction about it?!!! I'm so disappointed. I really am. Unbelievable. Do I really have to do this? Period drama is not my genre at all. But I'm so mad that I guess I have no other choice. And rest assured that it is not pleasure that motivates me to write, but utter DISAPPOINTMENT

#poldark #francis poldark

[a-pen-in-the-paw]

A Ross Poldark / Jim Hawkins story, set in the original late-18th century setting

Chapter 6

In this chapter, Ross finds out he's not the only stubborn arse in Cornwall, Jim experiments with drugs (but not really), and I’m still terrible at summaries.

Read it here.

#darkhawk #fanfic #ross poldark/jim hawkins #ross poldark #jim hawkins