Ross vs Ross

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.

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.

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My first ever Poldark fic post from oh so long ago. It only got 4 likes and 0 reblogs. It’s a wonder I continued writing Poldark since I got zero exposure.

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

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.”

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.

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