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nampara garage chapter 24 -- go live at 8:00 pm pacific standard time

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Chapter 22 Boiler House (direct link to chapter here)

Fandom: Poldark - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Demelza Carne/Ross Poldark Characters: Ross Poldark, Demelza Carne, Caroline Penvenen, Dwight Enys, Elizabeth Chynoweth, George Warleggan, Verity Poldark, Francis Poldark, Samuel Carne, Drake Carne, Morwenna Chynoweth Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Derogatory Language, Phone Sex, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs Summary:

He’s a mechanic with a penchant for muscle cars and classic rock and roll. She’s the heiress to a global minerals corporation who enjoys designer clothes and jazz. They say opposites attract. Mix in a little mistaken identity and who knows where this could lead. There’s only one problem: he’s the only one not in on the joke.

A Modern Romelza AU.

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Chapters 13: The Valley (direct link to chapter here)

Fandom: Poldark - All Media Types, Poldark (TV 2015) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Demelza Carne/Ross Poldark, Dwight Enys/Caroline Penvenen Characters: Ross Poldark, Demelza Carne, Dwight Enys, Caroline Penvenen, Original Characters, Joshua Robinson, Betsy Robinson, Helen MacGowan, Drake Carne, Geoffrey Charles Poldark, Richard MacGowan Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Animal Death Summary:

Join the Poldarks, their family and friends as they battle treacherous river crossings, time and the elements to establish their new homestead in the Nisqually of Washington Territory, learning what it takes to survive and flourish in this rugged new country.

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Chapter 16: Downshift (direct link to chapter here)

Fandom: Poldark - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Demelza Carne/Ross Poldark Characters: Ross Poldark, Demelza Carne, Caroline Penvenen, Dwight Enys, Elizabeth Chynoweth, George Warleggan, Verity Poldark, Francis Poldark, Samuel Carne, Drake Carne, Morwenna Chynoweth Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Derogatory Language, Phone Sex, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs Summary:

He’s a mechanic with a penchant for muscle cars and classic rock and roll. She’s the heiress to a global minerals corporation who enjoys designer clothes and jazz. They say opposites attract. Mix in a little mistaken identity and who knows where this could lead. There’s only one problem: he’s the only one not in on the joke.

A Modern Romelza AU.

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Feet of Clay, a new Poldark fanfic by mmmuses

gifset by @vavaharrison (original here)

I’ve been pondering about writing a fic that covered the six month timeframe between The Incident and The Reconciliation ever since series two aired. Starting to dabble with it now. I don’t think I’ll finish it before series three starts sometime in June, but we’ll see what happens. 

feet of clay: a fundamental flaw or weakness in a person otherwise revered.

Thou, O king, sawest, and behold a great image. This great image, whose brightness was excellent, stood before thee; and the form thereof was terrible. This image’s head was of fine gold, his breast and his arms of silver, his belly and his thighs of brass, his legs of iron, his feet part of iron and part of clay. (Daniel 2:31-33)

Ross pulled the door shut behind him, her words still ringing in his ears.

“To think I did always look up to you, respect you, revere you as my master, long before you were my husband. For it did seem to me, unschooled as I was, that you were not like other men. You had a kind of nobility – not of birth, but of character – and I was so proud to think that such a man would marry me. So now to discover that you are so much less than other men, or fallen so low, because so far? Tis not my pride that is wounded, Ross. Tis my pride in you.”

Her eyes, so changeable with her moods and always the beacon of her emotions, were devoid of the blues and greens that readily shone in times of happiness, support, and passion. Even the dove grey of sorrow had fled the field, replaced with a hue he’d never encountered in all of their years together. Shattered ice that froze at a glance over her teacup, and burned in the fixed, measured stare she’d delivered along with her words.

He’d gone to her bedroom – because it had become her bedroom the moment he’d ordered her out of his way – worried that the lack of her presence downstairs meant she’d fallen into some kind of malaise, or despondency, now that her initial reaction over his return from Trenwith had passed. What a foolish, arrogant assumption for him to make, well in keeping for the likes of him. For she did not resemble the meek or mild wife he’d known for these five years, but a creature new and unfamiliar in their household. The tigress – grown from the cub he’d rescued, who’d woven seductive spells and earthy passions during their early days of marriage -- had bared her claws.

More to come soon on Ao3

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From the WIP game over on @mmmusewrites

Ah... now THAT I can work with! :-) This is from Parcel Post:

Worry lined her stepmother’s face. Demelza nodded and pressed a kiss to Sally’s papery cheek. “Thanks for today.” She was aware of Sally gathering her things but her focus had shifted completely to her daughter. Julia’s cry had changed as she’d aged, but there remained something of the sound Demelza had heard at the baby’s birth that had imprinted onto her soul. It was elemental, and fierce, could often cause her breasts to tingle and ache as they had when she’d breastfed. It was a call that had to be answered. “Baby girl,” Demelza crooned, soft and low, her hand stroking Julia’s trembling back. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“M-Mama,” the girl sniffled wetly against her mother’s throat. “G-G-Garrick is g-g-gone.”