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[acatnamedpusheen]

Dinner & Diatribes (Gabriel Rossetti smut)

Dante Gabriel Rossetti x fem!reader Words: 3.3K (I got carried away) Genre: Smut (18+) with some angst (half of it is literal filth) Warnings: fingering, handjob, oral fem!recieving, edging, unprotected sex (don't do that kids) Summary: The infamous painter Dante Gabriel Rossetti realises he's falling in love with Lord Whitewood's wife, when he's invited to paint her portrait. Lucky for him you're on the same page and things take a heated turn when your husband unexpectedly leaves London and you find yourself unable to stay away from the devilishly handsome painter. (I made Gabriel a lot less of a jerk and the title is one of Hozier's songs that I recently discovered and thought was perfect for this fic.) - A/N: Sorry this is going to be a bit long because I have many things to say. First and foremost, sorry for the super random tags, but I'm trying to reach the Aidan girlies out there and I'm sure nobody goes on the Desperate Romantics tags. Moving on I want to say that this is the first time in 3,5 years that I've been able to write anything and it was so liberating, because I feel like I lost a great way of expressing myself all this time. Nevertheless, please be kind to me, english is not my first laguage, this took a great amount of self pressure to actually be finished over a course of about 2 weeks and it might just be nothing but cringe (don't come at me pls). Now on to the fun part. So, apparently I'm currently hyperfixating HARD on Aidan Turner after watching Rivals and my long hair kink is just making things worse. When I tell you I could literally do anything for him. Writing the smutty part of this fic at some point had me feeling like I was in some sort of high. I mean just look.at.these.eyes dear Lord. Ok enough with the yapping omg, it's getting too tmi.

You didn't even realise how you ended up at his front door in the middle of the night. Or at least that's what you kept telling yourself, in hopes of avoiding or simply delaying feeling the shame of being an awful wife to your husband, Lord Whitewood.

You knew you'd find him there, at the old greenhouse he called home, under the gentle warm light of the candles, working on either some new sketch, or your portrait. And after catching a glimpse of him actually immersed in the latter, you felt your heart flutter. He turned away from his painting abruptly when he heard the door open and for a moment he believed he hallucinated you standing in front of him, because of the endless hours he'd been working on your portrait. But the way you stood there, your chest heaving, your frame slightly trembling from how nervous you were and your eyes glinting that all too familiar spark, he knew you were really there in the flesh. And it felt just like the first time he'd ever seen you, that day at your husband's house.

Lord Dorian Whitewood, a great fan of the arts, had shown interest in the works of Dante Gabriel Rossetti and after paying him a couple of visits to his studio to buy a few paintings, he invited him to his house to request a portrait of his beloved wife. Little did he know, that this would be the very start of a great forbidden love.

Rossetti was known to have a weakness for women. He would never hesitate having his way with any of his models at any time he'd please and could swear he'd never settle for just one woman. Until the moment he saw you sitting in that room waiting for him to start your portrait. He felt something he'd never felt before, but couldn't really explain it. This surely wasn't because of how majestically the light from the window ever so gently illuminated your face or your thick hair that fell freely on your shoulders. No, there was definitely something utterly unique about your aura.

"Lady Whitewood" he paused as he rose from his seat "What brings you here at this hour?" his eyes betrayed hopes that this wasn't really what he thought it was. Of course he couldn't be more pleased with the idea of finally getting to have you, evern for a single night, but he knew this could all possibly lead to a big scandal that would harm his already bad reputation. He never thought his flirting, which always came so naturally, so involuntarily, would actually have such effect on you so as to come running to him in the middle of the night alone.

Did he really worry so much about a potential scandal, though, or was it all just a cover for the fear that he might have actually fallen in love and you'll forever remain out of his reach?

"Dorian is out of town. He left for Oxford this morning, his brother has fallen ill. I might have to travel soon too, but for the time being, he insisted I stay here in London." He stood silent, looking at you straight in the eyes, waiting for your next words.

"I haven't been able to get the thought of you out of my mind, Gabriel." you admitted hesitant to move, while your gaze fell to the floor. Gabriel took a few steps forward instead, until he was right before you, lifting your chin up with one hand, locking eyes with you yet again. Just as he'd done that day at your husband's house while he was trying to figure out which pose would be better for his painting.

"You look absolutely stunning, do you know that?" he said walking back to his canvas after finishing with his adjustements on you. "I'd be lying if I said I'm completely oblivious to this fact." you replied teasingly, without looking at him, maintaining your pose. You were a confident woman after all, never afraid to show it when you had to.

"Does your husband know that?" his voice sounded lower than before making you feel things forbidden for a married woman. Gabriel's question took you so much by surprise that you turned to face him, only to realise he was doing the exact same thing. His eyes fixed on you, his gaze hungry, full of lust. Gabriel was a confident man too, never stopping himself from getting what he desired, never afraid to show it blatantly and straight away.

"Are you trying to tell me something Mr. Rossetti?"

"I'm just making sure that a beautiful woman like you is appreciated in the way she deserves, Lady Whitewood." You turned away, resuming your pose, trying to ignore how his smirk was igniting the heat deep within your core.

You liked your husband Dorian, he was a kind man who treated you well, took care of you. At this very moment, however, you were beginning to question whether you actually, genuinely loved him. He was a dear friend to you and your family, 10 years older than you. The marriage was of course arranged but you'd known Dorian for a long time, you trusted him. Was it ever something more than that, though? You never had such thoughts because, to your bitter realisation, you'd never actually fallen in love with someone. Up until now, that this devilishly handsome painter, who also seemed to be much closer to your age, stood opposite you almost every day, for far too many hours than your sanity would have preferred.

"Would you consider sitting for me for other paintings as well?" his voice interrupted your thoughts after a while of silence. You laughed bitterly."You clearly know this is no occupation for a lady. My husband would never allow it."

"Do you want to, though?" he insisted, not once breaking away from his canvas.

"Mr. Rossetti, are you asking me to go against the morals of our society for what I, a mere woman, want?" you kept looking straight ahead, trying hard not to glance at him.

"Would that be so bad?"

You scoffed at the audacity of his question before answering "Perhaps it really wouldn't, if we were living under any other circumstances."

"And what would the ideal circumstances be?" he continued, acting completely oblivious. "Are we playing some sort of game here, Mr. Rossetti?" you broke your pose again to bring him within your field of vision. "You and I both know what I'm talking about."

"Please call me Gabriel and no, I don't quite understand why someone can't have a bit of fun from time to time" he had left his work and strode his way to where you were sitting. His eyes bore into yours, a subtle smirk danced on his lips.

"Because as I've mentioned, I'm a woman that also happens to be married. And I respect and love my husband." the words sounded so foreign to you as you spoke. You were using every ounce of willpower to stop yourself from rising from your seat and falling in the arms of Gabriel, who was now slowly walking to your side, then your back, trying to carefully pick his next sentence.

An ever so light flinch was inevitable when he placed both his hands on your shoulders. You'd be heavily lying if you didn't admit you wanted them on every other inch of your body as well. He could feel his effect on you. If only you could feel yours on him. He wanted nothing more than to turn you around and crash his lips to yours hard. Instead, he contained himself, and whispered his reply close to your ear: "I don't really believe we'd still be having this conversation if that last part was true."

A knock on the door, brought you both back to reality and Gabriel moved away from you just as the maid came in with some tea. For a split second you believed it was Dorian, having somehow heard everything, coming in to catch you red handed. "If you do change your mind, however, you know where to find me." he gave you a quick wink, referring to his initial request earning him a stern look from you as the maid had yet to leave the room.

"Tell me you never truly wanted me to come. Tell me I shouldn't be here, I should be home, I should stay loyal to my husband." you pleaded, his pained expression was already telling you he didn't want you to leave.

"I could never lie to you, my dear." his lips now inches away from yours, god knew how he had been holding himself all this time. It was different with you. It always had been. He never felt the animalistic urge he felt when he was with a prostitute. No, he felt the need to treat you like fine porcelain, he could never break you. And so he contained himself, only for you to take him by surprise when you crashed your lips to his. His hands instinctively cupped your face as yours found purchase on his shoulders. Before you had time to indulge in one another, however, you pushed him away-one final attempt to avoid infidelity.

"This is madness!" you panted "We have to stop!" tears were welling up in your eyes. You wanted him so much it was painful. Yet, you still tried to convince yourself it was less painful than living the rest of your life knowing you had cheated on Dorian.

"But do you want to stop?" he raised his voice slightly, with a firm grip on the side of your upper arms, making you look at his hungry eyes. "These ideal circumstances that we were talking about are right here, right now. No one knows about this besides us. So if you still truly wish to stop, you're free to leave." he couldn't push you, but could at least try to persuade you. He needed you as much as you needed him.

"You're right I do want to stop, I got carried away, I shouldn't have come in the first place." you lied and felt him slowly release you letting you turn away to leave and put an end to this brief encounter. No sooner had you taken two steps than he caught your arm, spun you around and met you in a heated kiss that you neither could nor wanted to escape.

One hand on his chest the other tangled in his black locks, you let out a quiet moan as you felt him squeeze your waist and swipe his tongue over your lower lip. You granted him access and the groan he involuntarily let out hit you straight in your aching core. Breaking away from your lips, his mouth travelled to your jaw, then your neck, all while his skilled fingers had started working on the buttons of your outer gown. Kissing you was no longer enough, he had to feel you under his touch and was pleased to see you were on the same page as he sensed your hands on his waistcoat.

A pause was much needed for the unbuttoned items to be discarded. Gabriel then watched you take off your petite coat skirt, leaving yourself in nothing but your corset and short undergarment. He was quick to stop you from going any further.

"Let me, sweetheart." his fingertips momentarily brushed over the exposed skin of your breasts before moving to undo your corset, giving you goosebumps. Although very eager, his hands worked steadily, slow even, as if he was trying to imprint every little detail of the moment in his mind. Yours on the contrary, seemed to be moving on their own, finding their way along Gabriel's dishevelled dress shirt and opening it all the way down.

Once your corset was undone, he peeled the straps off your shoulders and took a step back to admire his 'work'.

"Breathtaking" he whispered with a smirk upon finally eyeing your exposed chest under the faint light of the candles and you felt the need to cover yourself. "Don't hide from me, darling." he came closer once more, opening your arms and placing them on his still half-clad torso instead, for you to free him of his shirt.

As soon as it was off, he attacked your lips yet again. The kiss being more heated than the previous, with the addition of the newfound feeling of each other's skin. Gabriel's strong hands on your waist turned you around and pressed you against him, before moving to undo the final piece of clothing separating him from your body, letting it pool around your feet. "Can you feel what you do to me, what you've been doing to me all this time?" he murmured breathlessly on the spot where your neck met your shoulder.

"Gabriel...please..." your voice was barely above a whisper, his erection undeniably pocking your ass through his pants. Hearing his name fall from your lips in such lust coated way, had him loosing his self control, unable to stop his hands from leaving your waist and roaming your bare skin as he kept kissing the side of your neck.

One hand finally found its way to one of your breasts, greedily kneading it earning himself sighs of pleasure. The other hand, travelled south, his fingers brushing your wet folds, to land on your clit."All this for me, darling?" he was panting, already lost in your body and the way you reacted under his touch. "Only for you" you moaned, eyes shut, trying to take in all the pleasure. You couldn't help but reach one hand behind your back and palm him, to which he reacted with a low grunt and a bite on your shoulder.

"Careful darling, you wouldn't want me to paint your skin with my teeth, would you?" he elicited another moan from you before his hands stopped their ministrations to grab your waist and turn you to face him once again. "Now get ready to jump." he flashed you his signature smirk that was enough to have you coming undone right then and there, as you felt him grip the back of your thighs.

You did as you were ordered to, tangling your legs around his waist and slipping your arms around his neck, letting him carry you to the bed and spill you on the sheets. He barely had time to remove his pants, before you pushed yourself up to kiss him hungrily and pull him back down on the bed with you. One hand on the curls you could never get enough of, the other reaching for his cock, gently beginning to squeeze and pump him.

Soon, Gabriel was a moaning and grunting mess around your hand. You had moved to straddle him, while he was propped on his elbows, head thrown back in pure bliss, giving you access to leave kisses on his neck. It wasn't long before he felt he was getting close and that's when he sat up to stop you. "Not yet, I want to give you more." he was out of breath but had no intention of giving himself time to catch it, so he met you in a desperate kiss as he laid you down on the sheets.

"I was thoroughly enjoying it, though." you grinned cheekily once he broke the kiss. "Patience, my dear, for the best is yet to come." he placed one final kiss on your lips before starting a trail down your jaw, neck and collarbones, stopping right on the valley of your breasts to glide his tongue on one of your nipples. Your arms found their place on his toned back as he began sucking, your moans getting mixed with his low grunts. He briefly switched to your other mound, growing too impatient to continue his trail south. Going past your navel, he paused upon reaching your pubic bone and while maintaining eye contact, giving you his dirtiest looks, his hands found your knees and spread your legs further apart.

You tensed and let out a gasp when you felt his mouth on your clit. "Relax darling, I just want to make you feel good." the look he gave you was intoxicating, pupils dilated, lips parted, you wanted him to have you in any way he pleased and so you proceeded to push his head down to where you truly needed him the most. Your fingers found their all too familiar place between his black curls as he ate you out like a starved man. His strong hands holding your hips as his mouth alternated between kissing, licking and sucking, earning himself the filthiest of sounds escaping your lips.

But just as you were starting to feel that all too familiar tightening deep in your core, Gabriel's mouth was no longer on you. Instead, he moved to hover over you, his lips glistening with your arousal under the warm candlelight, hair a mess from your pulling. A sight that definitely seemed like it was coming straight out of a fantasy.

"I need you, Gabriel." you didn't care if you sounded ridiculously desperate, you were for this man. You wouldn't have come running to him in the middle of the night once your husband was out of town if you weren't.

"Tell me how you need me, sweetheart." he knew full well what you were both aching for at that very moment, but still wanted to hear your words.

"Hard and slow, then you can do as you please." you'd barely finished your sentence before he entered you in one swift movement, dragging out a long moan from you to match his own groan. And he did as you asked, setting a slow pace with long hard strokes. You were bitting your lips trying to stifle your moans.

"Let me hear you, let me hear how I'm the only one making you feel like this." this pace was already too hard for him to maintain, he craved more and reached for your clit to get exactly that and the next moan of his name was no longer silent.

He started picking up the pace, his strokes remaining deep. You were both close after previously taking your time to indulge in each other's bodies.

You'd be lying if you said you could recall a time when Dorian had gotten you this close to the edge of heaven.

Gabriel's strokes were now getting sloppier as he buried his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder, his thumb never leaving your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Let go for me, darling, I know you're close. He was breathless, barely able to contain his release with the way your walls were gripping him. "I want to feel you too, Gabriel." it was all it took for him to loose control and come undone within you. His heavenly sounds pushing you over the edge shortly after. His name was the only thing leaving your lips as your nails run down the tensed muscles of his back.

You rode out your highs and stayed tangled in each other for a few moments, trying to regain a sense of reality. Both dreading to look into each other's eyes after what you'd done. You wanted this night to last forever, the sun to never rise. Hoping that this way you'd never have to face the cold reality in which you were an infidel wife and your newfound lover had to live the rest of his life in the embrace of other women to try and forget the one who had managed to show him how love truly felt.

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[bowie-frommars]

Can we talk about the Aidan Turner renaissance?!

I've had a crush on this man since I was a kid and would watch Being Human religiously! This man deserves his flowers! Thank you Rivals for getting this man the recognition he deserves.

[anglophiletraveler]

In My Life

Chapter 41

And I Love Her

Written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney

I could hear this song in my head when I was writing about Grace and Joshua in this chapter.  Thye’ve had this long, loving relationship for so many years.  They’re one of those couples who still hold hands while taking a walk, and still very much enjoy making love.  Must be where Ross gets it from!  Thanks for being loyal readers.  

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Demelza got a phone call from the hospital later that night.  It had actually woke her from a deep sleep that she had finally managed to obtain.  At first she was confused as to why her phone was ringing and then she quickly answered the phone.  It was a nurse from the hospital. The nursing staff had to move Ross back into ICU because his sats wouldn’t stabilise after the disastrous visit from Elizabeth.  She quickly called Caroline and Dwight and they picked her up on the way to the hospital.  She decided to wait until she saw Ross before she woke up his parents.  On the way to the hospital Demelza told the couple about Elizabeth showing up and getting Ross upset, refusing to leave, and how Ross’s nurse had to throw Elizabeth out and threaten to call security.  It was after this that his breathing became laboured again.  Demelza had packed a small bag with her this time.

The three friends walked swiftly into the waiting room for the ICU unit. Dwight stopped Demelza and had her get her composure before they approached the window that separated the nurses station from the waiting room.  Demelza took a couple deep breaths and rang the buzzer to let the nurses know that they were there.  The window slid back to reveal a nurse, “Hello, I was called earlier and told that my fiance’ Ross Poldark was transferred here because of his breathing.”

The nurse looked at her and at Dwight and Caroline behind her.  “Hold on, I’ll go get his nurse,” and she closed the window again.  

Demelza rolled her eyes and started biting her lip.  Caroline stepped forward and put her arms around her friend, “It’s going to be okay.  He’s right where he needs to be.  And don’t you worry, the next time I see Elizabeth, I will personally slap her.”

Dwight stepped in the conversation, “Caroline, that’s not going to help anything.”

Demelza swung her head around so quickly at Dwight she looked like she was from the Exorcism, “Like hell it won’t Dwight.”  Dwight’s eyes widened at Demelza’s response.

The window opened again, and the nurse smiled at Demelza, “Hello, I think I remember you from when Mr Poldark was in our unit the last time.”

Demelza smiled at the recognition, “Yes, hello, so how is Ross?  Can I see him?”

“Hello Dr. Enys.  Well, he’s finally resting comfortably now and we’d like to keep him that way.  His breathing became very laboured a few hours ago like I told you over the phone.  But I told him that you’re here, and he’s asked to see you.  So you can see him but only for a few minutes.”

“Did you have to intubate him?” Dwight asked.

“No, but it was close.  We’re doing what we can to avoid that.  Radiology will be coming in for a portable chest x-ray soon.  We’ve been keeping a really close eye on him.  He’s on 4 litres of 02 right now, so hopefully by morning we can titrate that down.”

“Thank you.  May we see him now?” Dwight asked.

The nurse gave him a pensive look, “I really should only let his fiance in, but if you promise not to excite him, I’ll let all of you go in, but just for a few minutes.”  The nurse opened the door and let the three friends go into Ross’s room.  Demelza hated how quiet it was in this unit.  The quiet was accented by the beeping of the machines, the blue lights glowing from the monitors, the swooshing sound from the respirators.

The nurse pulled back the curtain to Ross’s room.  Demelza was making every effort to keep herself together, but the minute she saw Ross laying in that bed looking pale again, she couldn’t hide her tears.

Ross smiled, “Hey, hey baby don’t cry.. … I’m fine. And I’ll be ….even better tomorrow.  You just ….wait and see.  Shhhh.”

Demelza sat next to him on his bed and held his hand, “I’m sorry, I can’t help it.  You need to stop scaring the shit out of me like this!”

Ross smiled at his fiance, “I’m sorry,” Ross turned his head and noticed Caroline standing behind Dwight. “Oh fuck… I must be dying if… Caroline is here,” he was only half kidding when he saw her standing there.  He hadn’t seen her since he had been in the hospital.

Caroline smiled and stepped forward, “No, I’ve just been lifting weights so that when I punch Elizabeth it will really leave a shiner on her eye!”  All four friends laughed at her statement.  

Demelza raised an eyebrow at Caroline, “Get in line girlfriend, I get my hands on her first.”

Ross was looking at his fierce redhead, “Hang on…now, wait until I’m better… so I can watch!”

Dwight shook his head, “How are you feeling Ross?  What’s your chest feeling like?”

Ross tilted his head a little, “Um, it’s… a little tight.  I imagine…after a couple… more breathing treatments…it will feel…better.”  

Dwight could tell that he was struggling and looked tired.  He cleared his throat, “Ladies, I think we need to get going so Ross can get some rest.”  He gave Caroline a knowing look.

“Yes, I need to get my beauty sleep,” Caroline said.  “Demelza, why don’t you spend the night with us?  And then I can drive you back first thing in the morning.”

Demelza shook her head, “No, I’m going to spend the night in the waiting room.  I packed a bag.”

Ross grabbed Demelza’s hand again, “Babe, I promise I’ll …be alright.  Go home, or …spend the night with them...  Besides, the morning isn’t… that far off.  Get… some rest.  ‘Kay?  Please?”

A tear rolled down Demelza’s cheek, “Oh, alright.  But I’m just going to be right back here in the morning.”  She leaned down and kissed him again. “I love you Ross.”

“I love you too baby.”

Caroline wiped a tear from her eye watching her friends.  They left the room and they all let out a heavy sigh.  Demelza looked Dwight in the eye, “Okay Dwight, be honest. How is he really?”

“Well, he’s struggling to breathe again, like he did when he first came out of surgery, and I’m not happy about that.  From what the nurse said, he’s right on the edge of needing to go back on the vent, and that’s not good.  I think the next couple of hours are critical in keeping him off the vent.  If he can make it through the next few hours without having to go on the vent, that will be huge.  He needs to stay calm and rest.  I’m not going to stop you from spending the night here in the waiting room, but I would tell the nurses to not tell him that you’re here, because the last thing he needs is to worry about you sleeping out here.  But, I understand that you want to be close by.  Have you thought about getting a hotel room across the street where Joshua and Grace are?”

“No, I haven’t.  Do you think I should call them?”

“Yes, I do. Just because I think they should know what happened with Elizabeth and how it caused him to have a setback.  Would you like me to call them?” Dwight asked.

“No, I should do it.  Thank you both for coming with me.  I’m sorry to get you out of bed in the middle of the night,” Demelza’s voice was low.

Caroline hugged her friend, “Don’t be ridiculous.  We’re here for you 24/7.  Just take care of yourself and don’t be afraid to call us, alright?”

Demelza shook her head in reply.  She was glad to see Caroline and Dwight together and they didn’t seem to be as tense together as they had been previously.  After they left, Demelza walked back up to the window for the nurse station.  When the window opened she explained that she was going to stay in the waiting room, but they weren't to let Ross know.  She sat down and stretched her neck out a little and then called Joshua.  He was able to talk with Demelza without waking up his wife.

“So, I’m going to get you a room here at the hotel so you’ll be closer.  I’ll come over in a few hours and relieve you, so that you can come get your room and rest.  And I’ll not take no for an answer, Demelza.  Do you hear?  You don’t have to do this all on your own.”

“Yes, I hear.  I’ll call if there are any changes.”  She hung up and decided to get as comfortable as she could on the green couch that smelled like hospital antiseptic.

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When Joshua arrived, he found Demelza asleep in an uncomfortable position on the green couch.  He went over to the window for the nurse’s station and gave them a list of Trenwith occupants who weren’t allowed to visit Ross with the exception of Verity.  They weren’t going to risk another setback in Ross’s condition.

Joshua gave Demelza’s shoulder a nudge to wake her up, “Come on, luv, wake up so you can go get some real rest at the hotel.  Here’s your room key, you’re in room 318.”

“Wha..oh hello.  What time is it?”

“It’s time for you to go get some rest.  Don’t worry about Ross, I’ll keep an eye on him.  Come on, up you go.  And Ross is still asleep so don’t even think of going in to say good-bye.  You can see him later.”

Demelza frowned at her future father-in-law.  He had a different tone in his voice that she didn’t appreciate.  She hasn’t allowed anyone to speak to her that way since she walked out of her father’s house all those years ago and never looked back.  So she’s hoping that he’s just in a grumpy mood for not getting enough sleep.  She didn’t really know her future in-laws that well, so she needs to tread cautiously.  “Well, I am going to see him before I leave.” She got up and went to check on Ross.  Joshua furrowed his brows like Ross when he watched her walk back to Ross’s room.

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Demelza quietly walked back to Ross’s room.  She didn’t want to wake him, she just wanted to see his sleeping face before she checked into the hotel room, but she was greeted by a brilliant smile.  “Well hey there!  I wasn’t expecting you to be awake!”

“Well I wasn’t expecting youuu… to be here at all!  So either …you got up extra early to get here, or… you spent the night… on the couch after…I told you to go…home!  I’m guessin….that you spent the night.  Come here…and kiss me.”

Demelza didn’t waste any time and gave Ross a long, slow kiss, “Mmmm, I love you, but I shouldn’t be doing this in case your father walks in.”

“My father?  Who cares …..what he walks in on.”

“Well, he told me not to come in and see you before I left.  I think he was afraid that I was going to wake you up and disturb you,” Demelza added.

“Well, I’m glad that you didn’t listen to him,” Ross’s eyes were starting to have their sparkle back

“Well you look like you feel better.  That’s good.  Maybe you can get moved out of this room into a regular room today?”  Demelza was hoping for the best.

“That’s a definite possibility!” Demelza turned to the voice of the same nurse that ran Elizabeth out of town yesterday.  “Good morning Red, I trust you had a good night’s sleep on that lovely green couch.”

Demelza chuckled, “As a matter of fact I did, thank you very much.  I’m actually becoming quite attached to it!  So you think you might be setting this one loose today?”

“Mmmaybe.  But your father brought us a list of visitors that are not allowed to visit, so that should help.  So I’ll leave you two alone for a few minutes before you go find a real bed, and so this gorgeous hunk of man can get another breathing treatment.”

Ross smiled at the nurse, “Gorgeous huh?  …You better watch out …Demelza, you might have some competition!”  The nurse laughed on her way out the door.

Demelza gently ran her hand over Ross’s cheek, using her thumb to caress his lips. “I can’t wait to get you home, Ross.  I miss you so much,” she was doing her best to hold back that lump in  her throat.

“I know baby, I want to be ….home with…. you too.  I promise you…. I’m doing everything… I can to get better.  Now why don’t …….you go home and get some ……..really good sleep, and I’m going to let them………. do that wonderful breathing treatment on me.”

Demelza sighed, “Ok.  Your dad got a hotel room for me across the street with them so I can just go over there.  Drake is taking care of Seamus so we don’t have to worry about him.  I brought a change of clothes with me, so after I wake up and shower, and I’ll smell better, I’ll come back to be with you, alright?”

Ross smiled, “Sounds good.”

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“Here’s your medicine, love, and a cup of water,” Joshua handed Grace her mid-day meds

“Where’s my spoonful of sugar?” Grace’s eyes had their usual morning twinkle in them.  Joshua smiled at his wife, trying not to let the worry show through.  This latest trip to London had been hard on his wife and her routine.  Plus, she was definitely getting weaker from the treatments.  He was beginning to wonder if putting the surgery off until after the wedding was a wise decision, and now Ross’s accident on top it didn't help things at all.   

“I’m going to order some room service for lunch, and after we eat, I’ll head back to the hospital,” Joshua looked at his watch, “It’s 12:00 so hopefully Demelza is fast asleep by now.  What would you like to eat for lunch?  Some pasta?  A burger and chips?  Fish and chips?”

“Mmm I think maybe a cup of soup.  Maybe a bite of fruit.” Grace was looking at the collection of scarfs on her lap, smoothing them out with her hand, trying to decide which one she felt like wearing today.  Her hair was beginning to fall out, so she was trying to get used to the idea of scarfs.  She had already ordered a wig for the wedding.  She always loved her long dark brown hair.  She kept it styled in soft waves most of the time.  Every once in a while she had thought about cutting it shorter like most women her age had done, but she would always resist the urge.  It was part of who she was.  Joshua still wrapped his fingers in the locks when they would be sitting next to each other, or during times of intimacy.  

Joshua frowned at her, “That doesn’t sound like a lot to eat darling.  You have to keep up your strength.”

Grace shook her head slightly, “Alright, I’ll have a toasted cheese sandwich as well if you insist.  I really would like to go visit with Ross today.”

“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea for either of you.  You need to stay away from hospital germs, and Ross needs to rest and stay calm so that his lungs can heal properly.  Christ, I had a hard enough time getting Demelza to leave this morning when I was over there.  She insisted on seeing him before she left.”

“Joshua, of course she wanted to see him before she left.  She loves him and wants to be there for him.  I hope you weren’t harsh with her.  Don’t forget that very soon she’s going to be your daughter-in-law,” Grace didn’t back down from scolding her husband when he needed it.  He just grumbled back to her in return.

“Alright, so room service is ordered.  Hopefully they don’t take an hour and a day to get up here,” Joshua was grumbling again while he looked out the window.

“Joshua, what the hell is wrong?  Why are you in such a grumpy mood?”

Joshua let out a sigh and crossed arms in front of him.  His forehead was filled with worry lines.  “I’m just…  I’m just tired.  I want us to be in our own home, our own bed, eating our own food.  I want you home safe and away from all of these germs.”

Grace stood up and walked over to Joshua with her hands on her hips, “We need to be here for Ross.”  She might have looked frail, but her voice showed how firm her intentions were.

Joshua turned and looked his wife in the face, “Do we really Grace?”

“Joshua Poldark of course we do!!  What the hell’s wrong with you!  Our son is laying over in the ICU in that hospital!  He’s not out of the woods yet.  We can’t leave now, what if he takes a turn for the worst, God forbid!  I’m ashamed of you!”  There was no doubt now that Grace Poldark was pissed.

Joshua turned and walked away from his wife, hands up in the air shaking his head, “For Christ’s sake Grace, I’m worried about you!  I need to take care of you!  I can’t lose you!  You are my life, the reason I get up every morning, you are the air that I breathe! My God!  Having you here is not good for you.  You catch a cold from someone in the hall of the hotel or the hospital and you could end up in the hospital, and I can’t have that my love!  Of course I care about Ross and I know that he’s not out of the woods yet, but he has Demelza to watch over him, and Dwight and Verity.”

Grace put her hand on Joshua’s arm, “Joshua, our son is in the ICU.  As long as I am breathing, I am going to be there for him.  I understand about the germs which is why I’m not pushing to go sit in his hospital room.  But I need to be close to him in case something… goes wrong,” the mother had tears in her eyes now.

Joshua pulled her in for a hug.  He got it.  He didn’t want to lose another son either, “Shhh don’t cry.  You’ll use up your energy.  Shhhh I don’t want to lose him either.  I’m just so worried about you, my sweet love.”

Grace looked up in Joshua’s eyes, “Please don’t make me go home.  Not yet.”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, “Alright not yet.  But as soon as he’s out of ICU and is stable I’m taking you home.  Deal?”

“Deal.”

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And I Love Her

Written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney

I give her all my love.  That’s all I do.

And if you saw my love, you’d love her too.

I love her.

She gives me everything.

And tenderly.

The kiss my lover brings

She brings to me.

And I love her.

A love like ours

Could never die

As long as I

Have you near me

Bright are the stars that shine

Dark is the sky.

I know this of mine

Will never die

And I love her.

[cas-kingdom]

Poldark Masterpost

Main Masterpost

one shots

The Return (Ross x reader) - Ross returns home from France and talks with his sister.  

drabbles

Dwight x reader (“You’re shivering.”)  

[thatoneguitargirl]

𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 | george warleggan x poldark!reader

headcanons about george pining over francis’ sister like he did with elizabeth

my masterlist

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it started when they were schoolboys

you’d sometimes visit the school to personally hand letters

or just spend time with your brother when you didn’t want to clean like verity

george noticed you immediately and couldn’t look away

for which ross gave him more frogs in his pants

but you paid no mind

agatha had always told you that you’d grow up very pretty

and many boys would want to marry

so you thought nothing of it

years later, george would watch you at balls

dancing with many different men and exchanging polite smiles

he’d try to cut in

and you’d roll your eyes because you knew exactly what he was doing

george tried to impress you with his incoming money

but you paid no attention

and couldn’t care less

when you started to see potential suitors

he targeted them specifically

so no one else could have you

but his big move was coming to your house

he started to befriend francis and verity

putting past quarrels aside

and that was the thing that won you over

after that, you spent more time with him

laughing in small rooms away from the crowd

indulging in each other’s wildest dreams

his of becoming the richest and most powerful man in cornwall

and yours of traveling the world and writing stories

everyone could sense that you two were close

and as lady of the house, agatha allowed you to marry

you were so happy but for george it was unlike anything

he dedicated his whole life to making sure you were always happy

consistently buying the fanciest jewelry and the nicest dresses

anything to show you that he loved you most of all

and although both ross and francis had an initial aversion to the partnership…

they learned to accept it

for you

and you lived happily ever after

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Period Drama Masterlist

As my masterlist continues to grow, I like to organize it into small lists. This list is dedicated to those lovely romances from a different time. 

Poldark

Ross Poldark x Reader

Storm

1 Desires of the Heart

2 A Love Unbroken

All He’d Lost

Merry Christmas, My Love

The Bitter Cold

The Musketeers (BBC) 

Aramis x Reader

Honor and Espionage Part One

Honor and Espionage Part Two

These Lips Speak Lies

Trois Surprises

Knowing the Steps

1 Phantom

2 Resurrection 

3 Heaven

Three Not-So-Wise Men

D’Artagnan x Reader

En Garde 

Little Fall of Rain

Musketeers (Group)

All For One

Rivals

Not a Creature Was Stirring

Downton Abbey

Tom Branson x Reader

1 Saving Face

2 If I Don’t Wake Tomorrow

Bridgerton

Simon Basset x Reader

Evermore

Period Films

Dawsey Adams (The Gurnsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society)

1 Light in the Mist

[madamrogersstorytelling]

Ross Poldark Masterlist

Requests are closed!

D R A B B L E S

Coming soon

O N E S H O T S

Coming soon

S E R I E S

Coming soon

H E A D C A N O N S

Coming soon

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Does anyone watch Poldark?

[omgsquee2001]

Imagine~

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Imagine being Ross’ younger sister and thinking that he died in the war. Only for him to return home to you.

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You

cried out in agony as you held the dreaded letter. The letter that had said your older brother, Ross Poldark, had been killed in battle. You father rushed over and pulled you into a hug, gently caressing the back of your head. You sobbed into his shoulder.

Years passed since then. Your father had passed away, leaving you the house, the mine and the animals.

You

lay in bed. The sound of your door opening caught your ears. You had hoped it would be Ross coming in and laying next to you. You and Ross had an unimaginable bond. Nothing could break it, not even a thousand swords(You are now my friend if you get that reference.) The curtains were drawn back and sunlight filtered through. You opened your [e/c] orbs. Agatha, your personal maid, stood near the window, pulling the curtains back. Agatha was in her early fifties. She had been there for you since you were a child. She smiled at you.

“Good morning, Miss [Y/N],” she said, bringing over a cup of tea, eggs and toast. Just because you didn’t have much money didn’t mean you never ate. You sat up in bed as Agatha placed the tray in front of you. “Looks like a beautiful day to go for a walk, ma’am.” She said, looking outside. You hummed and sipped your tea.

“So it does,” you said. “Where are Prudie and Jud?” You asked as you took a bite of eggs. Agatha sighed and shrugged. 

“Oh who knows. That’s not somethin’ you need to worry about right now, Miss.” She said. You slowly finished your breakfast. Once you had finished, Agatha took the tray into the kitchen, only to return to help you dress.

“What do we feel like wearn’ today, Miss?” Agatha asked, looking through your wardrobe. Your eyes caught the familiar fabric of a dress given to you long ago.

“I’d like to wear that dress.” You said. Agatha looked at you in surprise.

“That dress Ma’am? But you haven’t worn it in a long while.” She said. You nodded.

“That may be, I would like to wear it today.” You said. Agatha nodded.

“Very well.” She said as she pulled out the dress. She laid it out on the bed as you got out of bed. Agatha pulled the nightgown off of your form. She slipped your corset on and pulled it tight. She then took the dress

and slipped it on. It fit your form perfectly.

“It is a gift,” your father had said one year during Christmas. You looked up at him. “A gift from your mother. She hoped that, when you came of age, you would be able to wear it.” He said.

You had been 15 at the time you ad received the gift. You first wore it when you were 20. It had felt wrong, seeing as it was your Mother’s dress. You hadn’t touched it since. You were now 23. You walked out of your room and down the steps. You looked around at the house. It could use a bit of dusting. You looked back at Jud, Prudie and Agatha.

“I’m going to go for a walk near the cliff sides. If you wouldn’t mind dusting the house a bit, Agatha, keep an eye on them, if you wouldn’t mind,” you requested. Agatha smiled and nodded. “Oh, and if anyone should come by the house looking for me, tell them to leave. I am not in the mood for visitors at the moment.” You said. Agatha nodded and turned to the husband and wife. She clapped her hands, signaling the two to get to work.   

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Ross rode his horse from his Uncle’s house. He was devastated to hear that Elizabeth, the woman he loved before he went to war, was to be married to his cousin, Francis. He was also devastated to learn that his father had passed away, leaving his younger sister alone. That was the only thing he really looked forward to. Seeing his younger sister. They had an unbreakable bond. He rode up to the house, or what was left of it. It looked like it had when he left. He walked in and saw that the rooms had been dusted.

“I’m sorry sir, but Miss [Y/N] isn’t here at the moment,” Agatha said. She was looking down, flicking off bits of dust from her rag. “If you would like to come back another time..” she stopped as she looked up. There stood Ross Poldark, the man who was announced dead. “Oh good Lord, is it really you, Mister Ross?” She whispered. Ross smiled.

“Back from the dead.” He said. A smile broke out across Agatha’s face and she pulled him into a hug.

“Oh bless you! I’m so happy you’re home!” Agatha cried out. Ross chuckled as he hugged the older woman. Pulling away, he looked around the house. 

“Where is [Y/N]?” He asked. Agatha sighed. 

“Miss [Y/N] ‘asn’t been the same since your Father died. She went to go for a walk along the cliff sides.” She said. Ross nodded in thanks and rushed out the door to his horse. 

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You sighed as you stared out at the sea. The wind whipped at your hair and tugged at your dress. You remembered standing there with Ross the day before he was to leave. 

“You must understand, [Y/N], I have to leave.” Ross said. You glared at him. 

“Right! Go ahead and go! Leave your sister and your Father to die!” You shouted. Ross froze. Tears formed in your eyes and you turned away from him. Ross walked up and placed his hand on your arm, causing you to turn and face him. 

“Do you honestly think that I am going to die?” He asked quietly. 

“It is war, Ross. People die,” you looked down. “I can’t loose you. Not like we lost Mother.” You said. Ross cupped your cheek, making you look up. He placed something in your hand. You looked down and saw a beautiful necklace. 

You gasped as you held it. “Ross, it’s beautiful. How on earth did you afford this?” You asked, looking up at your brother. Ross smiled and shrugged. 

“I know some people,” he said. His smile fell and he made your fingers curl around the necklace. “Keep this, as a promise. A promise that I will return to you,” he said. He reached into his shirt and pulled out a necklace just like the one he gave you. “I have the same necklace. I’ll keep this, to remember my promise to you. One way or another, I will return to Nampara and take care of you and Father.” Ross said. You looked up at him and threw your arms around his neck in a hug. Ross’ arms curled around your waist, hugging back. You squeezed your eyes shut. 

“I’ll miss you, Brother.” You said, your voice muffled by Ross’ clothing. Ross sighed. 

“I’ll miss you to, Sister,” he said. You both pulled away. Ross cupped your cheeks again and kissed your forehead. He then pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “Until we meet again.” He whispered.

Tears came to your eyes as you remembered the last words your brother ever spoke to you. You gently touched the necklace. You never took it off. It was your last bit of hope that your brother would return. 

“You promised you would return to me,” you whispered to no one unparticular. “You said you would keep your promise.” Tears fell down your cheeks. 

“I held onto that promise,” a familiar voice said. You were scared to turn around, thinking it was your mind playing tricks again. You forced yourself to turn around and gasped. There, next to his horse, stood your brother. “Each day I was out there.” He whispered. You shook your head. 

“N-no, this can’t be real. Y-you’re not Ross. My brother is dead,” You stuttered out. Ross slowly walked up to you. Once he was face to face with you, he slowly moved his hand to yours. You felt the flesh of his hand. You looked into his eyes. Your free hand hesitantly reached up, your fingertips brushing along his face. “Ross?” You whispered. Ross smiled at you.

“I have returned, sister.” He whispered. A smile broke out across your face. 

“Ross!” You shouted. You threw your arms around your brother. He laughed, picking you up off the ground and spinning. He set you down. 

“It is so good to see you again, Sister.” Ross said, smiling. You smiled. Ross looked down at your dress. “You’re wearing Mother’s dress.” He said. You nodded and showed him the necklace. 

“I never took it off. I hoped and prayed, everyday that you were somehow alive and you would return to Nampara.” You said. Ross smiled. He pulled out the same necklace. 

“I never took mine off. Each night, before I would sleep under the stars, I would look at this necklace, remembering my promise.” He said. You sighed and hugged your brother once again. 

“Please, Ross, promise me you’ll never leave me again.” You whispered. Ross hugged you tightly. 

“I guess I have another promise to keep.” Ross said, chuckling. You laughed. You were finally content. Your brother had returned to you. He had kept his promise. 

//So, I started watching Poldark, as many of you said that it was worth watching, and I have to say, I am not disappointed. Though I’ve only watched the first episode so far, I have to say that I love it. Anyway, I hope you all like this. Please let me know what you think of it in the comments. And remember, requests are open. Also, I am probably going to start a “Princess Bride” but Poldark version series here soon, so keep a look out for that.//

[legolaslovely]

Captain

A/N: Some more Poldark! I hope you guys enjoy. 

Pairing: Ross Poldark x OC Meg Linley

Word Count: 1,227

Warnings: Prostitution, allusions to smut, fluff, language

Summary: Ross runs into an old friend at the Red Lion Inn

Ross admitted defeat and stepped into the Red Lion Inn to wait out the storm. In terms of weather, this summer had been worse than any other he could remember. Once the sky opened up, one couldn’t count on it closing its doors any time soon. He’d rather delay his ride back to Nampara than be assaulted by wind swept rain anyhow. And he saw he wasn’t the only one who used the Inn to escape the weather. The small, dark room he’d stepped into was packed with wet, dripping men. He himself shook the water off his hat, ordered a beer from the tender, and slipped into the other room to the left of the door for some peace.  

He was greeted by a pair of dark eyes that watched his every move. He couldn’t help the smile that grew on his lips when he saw Meg Linley sitting daintily in the corner of the room. She hadn’t come to the Inn in a long while but every time he saw that single curl of dark hair fall over her high cheek, he was brought back to the few night they’d spent together. But that had all been before. Before Demelza, before the war, even before Elizabeth. It seemed like a different lifetime altogether.

He brought the mug up to his lips to hide his smile and crossed the room to her. He sat beside her. She didn’t move a muscle. “Hello, Meg.”

“Cap’n Poldark.”

He scoffed at the name. Though she was looking straight ahead, he could see her high drawn brow lifted even higher in her entertainment. He wondered if she’d been expecting him. As if she could read his thoughts, a smirk grew on her wide lips and tilted her head to eye him.

“Comin’ down out there, eh?” she asked.

He hummed.

“Though I could do without the extra hoots from the stragglers, I am mighty glad it brought you inside. Couldn’t bear to see those curls a yers get wet and flat,” she said.

He turned from her and sipped. She’d always been able to charm him, despite his efforts, like the maturity he’d found over the years simmered away at the sight of her. “I haven’t seen you in here in years. I thought you’d moved on,” he said.

“Oh, no. Just movin’ about s’all. I always come back to where I’ve been. Except to you.” She lifted her skirt to cross her legs, and then lowered it again. Her slim, pointed elbow decorated the back of her chair and her eyes ran over his face and his clothes. “But I hear yer doin’ quite well for yerself.” The corners of her lips dropped with her voice. “I’m happy for ye, Cap’n.”

A few of her stragglers from the other room pushed into this one, called her name, and then left. Through the window, a wet, muddy brawl could be seen and heard very clearly. Curses and bellows wiggled their way through the cracks in the windows to reach the pair sitting in the now empty room, but all the while Meg’s attentions remained on Ross. Her eyes ran over his hair, his brow, cheeks, lips and neck as if she were looking for a sign that time had actually passed and the last fifteen years weren’t simply a dream. Then her fixation returned to his eyes and she hummed, making him wonder if she’d found what she was looking for.

“I have received many different kinds of looks from women over the years-”

“No doubt they were full of disappointment and displeasure,” she said.

“But none of them match the one I so often receive from you. And I’ve never seen you look at any other man this way.”

“I am honored you pay so much attention to me and my looks.”

“What is it, Meg?”

She lifted her chin with pride and peered at him out of the corner of her eye. Then her focus moved to the man waving at her through the window. She flicked her hand toward him and watched the man’s friend drag him from the window, leaving greasy streaks on the glass. “Cap’n Poldark-”

“After everything, I think you may call me Ross.”

Her lips twitched. “Cap’n Poldark, I have said how happy I am for you- for your success in your business and your beautiful little family. From what I’ve seen and heard of your wife, I hold much respect for her.” She turned her face to him and breathed out a soft laugh. “But you and I both know of my love for you. I have been in love with you since the moment we met and I will love you ‘til the day I die.” She laughed heartily now. “So, you may add me to that long list of women you must carry.”

Ross didn’t expect this from her. Lust, he could understand from her, but love he could not. Especially not love for him. But here she was, looking at him with light eyes and pink cheeks, and he swallowed down the sorrow for her that was rising in his chest.

He set his mug down and took her hand. “Why don’t you leave this place, Meg? Do better for yourself, find a husband to care for you. You’re much more educated than you let on, I know you know how to speak properly. You just showed it. You’re hiding in this-this way of living.”

“Once you live this way there’s no turning back.” She squeezed his hand and then drew hers away. “Besides, it’s not all bad. There’s a game I like to play. Once he’s paid, I like to see how much liquor I can get into a man. Then, with luck, he sleeps the entire night away and I can pretend his arms are someone else’s.”

“A cruel game.”

“Oh, but a fun game,” she said, standing. “Can I get you a drink?” He laughed at her, braced his hands on his thighs and stood. She smoothed her skirts. “No. Well. I see the rain has let up for you, so this is goodbye.”

“Is it?”

“Yes.” She straightened her back and lifted her chin as if their conversation never happened. “I am leaving for London in a fortnight. They pay better there,” she laughed.

His stomach flipped as he wished he could help her. She skillfully made it seem like a normal, safe life was not what she wanted. He knew it was a lie. He took her hand. “I wish you luck,” he said.

“And I, you. Goodbye, Cap’n Poldark.”

With his free hand, he brushed the loose curl hanging in her eyes and cupped her sharp, pointed jaw. Then he kissed her. “Ross,” he said against her lips. When he pulled away, he was entertained by the fight she had trying to stop a grin from brightening her pretty features.

“Ross,” she said.

He turned and left her, weaving through the crowd in the other room around the door. Through the bustle he heard someone yell, “Meg! Lookin’ pretty! Never seen a smile like that on yer face.”

He heard her answer. “That’s ‘cause every time yer near, my urge to smile disappears, you bastard.”

Ross smirked, replaced his hat and looked forward to returning to his respected wife, beautiful little family, and successful business.

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Secret and Beautiful / Drake Carne Imagine

Request: Could you do a Drake Carne imagine please? 😅 

This is so sweet! <3

‘Your eyes look so beautiful in this light, Y/N. They literally sparkle in the moonlight.’

The cliffs rose sheer from the bottom of the beach, towering ramparts of stone that glinted jade-blue and dull crimson in the setting sun, and curved towards the waving emerald ocean. It looked immense, with its sheer curtains of solid rock in which bits of quartz winked dazzlingly in the sunlight. The ledge was more like a rocky outcrop, rustic and rough, hopping with fat seagulls that flew off into the shifting air, and in the frosted twilight, the ledge is layered with small wildflowers scattered over the white: violet, yellow and pink. The most beautiful one, however, Drake had plucked between his fingers, twirling it for a while before reaching up to tuck it behind your ear with a shy smile.

The sun setting cuts through the sky in vibrant red hues, allowing you to watch him shuffle in a warming glow as he ducks his head down slightly, one hand coming up to brush against the back of his head as he averts his gaze down. There’s a kind of blushing that shows the soul, a sort of compliment to the eyes and the delicate shyness within. It shows a heartfelt connection, something beautiful and huge and real, and that was the blush as pink as peonies in the cosy glow that littered Drake’s cheeks. He shuffled his thighs against the grass, his dress shirt ruffling lightly with each breeze that hits against his skin, his fingers splayed and twitching slightly against the dirt with nerves.

‘I’m not worthy of seeing such an enchantress.’

You thwack against his shoulder with a dull thud, a breathless laugh bubbling out of your lips as he quickly looks over at you, a dopey smile quickly lifting his face before he turns back to the sea. It was clothed in a million shimmering stars that twinkled whenever the next wave came. In the middle of the ocean sat a little boat, out of place in the endless blue, like a black blotch on an artist’s blue canvas under the last of the auburn sun’s warmth. It was peaceful, beautiful, and as Drake snuck sneaking glances over to you, his hair caressing his forehead, he thought the moment was perfect.

Grabbing his hand, you intertwine your warm fingers with his slender ones, placing them gently in your lap.

‘Will you tell me again, how we met? I never want to forget it.’

With a soft sigh, he nestles his head into the curve of your neck, shifting his bottom across the cliff edge until his hip bumped comfortably against yours. He rolled his eyes up to yours so you could watch the adoration that burst like stars in his swirling irises, before he started again.

‘Well, when I was but a young thing-’

‘Drake, it was two years ago.’

‘Aye, but every moment with you has been an eternity. Anyways, there I was, minding my own business, walking home, when I caught eye of an angel just sitting there, picking bunches of snowdrops and making them dance between her fingers.’

You nudge him in the shoulder as he starts to laugh deeply, staring at him as he squeezes his eyes shut.

‘A stunning, ethereal creature, that nobody could help but fall in love with as soon as you set eyes on them. I was just lucky to arrive at the right time.’

You stared back at each other for what seemed like hours until Drake finally dropped his gaze. ‘And there’s one more thing,’ his voice was quieter now. He looked back up at you, vulnerability in his eyes as he lets out a slow breathe. You hold your breath as he leaned up slowly, his eyes flashing like fireworks in the scarlet light as he tentatively presses his soft lips to yours. His lips were so soft and silken against yours, and as his hand reached up to cup your cheek, his thumb sticking roughly as it rubbed down your face, you swear his blush had only grown tenfold.

[magravenwrites]

Requests are CLOSED!

Rules:

Please send in your request as an ask!

If you don't specify a pronoun, I will write fem!reader.

I will write character pairings as well as 'x reader'. Just let me know which pairing you want written/made.

Prompts can include song prompts, or be general prompts, but I ask for you to be as specific as you can, so I can try and write something you will like!

I will write for platonic relationships as well as love interests!

I will be accepting requests for moodboards, imagines and fics/oneshots.

I will write pretty much anything - fluff, angst, au's, crossovers and smut... 😉

I will also write for potentially triggering topics, relevant warnings will be included. I don't aim to romanticise these topics in any way, they are serious topics and will be treated as such.

You can find a list of fandoms and characters I write for below the cut.

If you would like to request something for another fandom or character that isn't listed, just send me an ask and I will do my best to complete it for you!

Bridgerton:

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

Simon Basset

Daphne Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Penelope Featherington

Marina Thompson

Downton Abbey:

Matthew Crawley

Tom Branson

William Mason

Bertie Pelham

Henry Talbot

Thomas Barrow

John Bates

Atticus Aldridge

Mary Crawley

Edith Crawley

Sybil Crawley

Rose MacClare

Anna Bates

Lucy Smith

Grishaverse:

(I have not read the books yet, so works will be mainly based off the show)

Kaz Brekker

Jesper Fahey

The Darkling/General Aleksander Kirigan

Matthias Helvar

Malyen 'Mal' Oretsev

Inej Ghaffa

Alina Starkov

Nina Zenik

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Percy Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Oliver Wood

Seamus Finnigan

Dean Thomas

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Young Sirius Black

Young Remus Lupin

Young James Potter

Young Lily Evans/Potter

Young Tom Riddle

The Hunger Games:

Peeta Mellark

Gale Hawthorne

Finnick Odair

Katniss Everdeen

Johanna Mason

Annie Cresta

Marvel:

(I am not up-to-date on all Marvel films/series, so please bare with me)

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Sam Wilson/Falcon

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Peter Parker/Spider-man

Bruce Banner/Hulk

Clint Barton/Hawkeye

T'Challa/Black Panther

Scott Lang/Ant-man

Peter Quill/Star-Lord

Drax

Dr Stephen Strange

Vision

Nick Fury

MJ

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Gamora

Maze Runner:

Thomas

Newt

Alby

Minho

Gally

Chuck

Frypan

Winston

Teresa

Narnia:

Peter Pevensie

Edmund Pevensie

Prince Caspian X

Mr Tumnus

Susan Pevensie

Lucy Pevensie

Poison Study/Glass series:

Valek

Ari

Janco

Leif

Yelena

Opal

Iris

Pride and Prejudice:

Mr Darcy

Mr Bingley

Elizabeth Bennet

Jane Bennet

Sense and Sensibility:

Colonel Brandon

Edward Ferrars

Elinor Dashwood

Marianne Dashwood

The Last Kingdom:

Uhtred

Finan

Sihrtic

Osferth

Aethelstan

Alfred

Aldhelm

Gisela

Stiorra

Thyra

Eadith

Aethelflead

Ealhswith

Throne of Glass:

(I have not read the last book yet so please bare with me)

Dorian Havilliard

Chaol Westfall

Rowan

Lorcan

Celaena Sardothien-

-Aelin Galathynius

Manon Blackbeak

Asteria Blackbeak

Elide Lochan

Lord of the Rings:

Aragorn

Legolas

Gimli

Frodo

Sam

Merry

Pippin

Boromir

Éomer

Elrond

Arwen

Galadriel

Éowyn

The Hobbit:

Thorin

Balin

Dwalin

Fili

Kili

Bofur

Thranduil

Bard

Tauriel

Poldark:

Ross Poldark

Francis Poldark

Drake Carne

Sam Carne

Jeffry Charles Poldark

Dwight Enys

George Warleggan

Demelsa

Caroline

Rosina

Elizabeth

Morwenna

Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby

John Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Michael Gray

Ada Shelby

Polly Gray

[cas-kingdom]

The Return

A/N: Is asking Aidan Turner to smile and wave at me again too much? Probably. So I’ll write fanfiction instead.

Reader is Ross’s sister and about 15. Set at the very beginning of season 1.

Title: The Return

Summary: Ross returns home from France and talks with his sister.

Words: 1643

Watching Ross as he paced around the small room was like watching a restless ghost.

He was still Ross, of course, but in the three years he’d been away, the changes he’d undergone made him seem like he was someone else. Someone new. Someone different.

You watched from where you were sat on the hard kitchen bench. Jud and Prudie were working away in the room next-door, cleaning up the house they had neglected to maintain after Joshua Poldark’s death. That in itself had riled your brother, but more so the fact that he had returned to a life that was not the same as when he had left it.

Your wide eyes followed his every move, and your hands fidgeted on your lap. You wanted to say something, anything, but it was all too surreal to figure out if what you wanted to say was right or not. You were afraid he’d changed too much, and that his obvious residual anger over the revelation that Elizabeth had moved on would make him snap once any word left your lips.

Either way, his pacing and clenched fists were enough to make you want to try, snapping be damned.

“I missed you, Ross.”

Ross paused, his head still turned down towards the ground. After a short moment of contemplation – though contemplation of what, you weren’t sure – he sighed and sat himself in the chair opposite you. He lifted his head a little and sent you a smile, though you doubted it was all genuine. “And I, you,” he said. That was genuine, you could tell. His voice hadn’t changed much, it was just a little hardened, like he’d seen things that’d permanently locked his jaw and caused a glint of uneasiness to shine threateningly in his brown eyes. Yet when he glanced up, and those eyes locked on yours, they immediately softened. “I hate to think of how alone you were when Father died.”

Your posture slackened a little. You’d gotten too used to being a lady, walking elegantly in puffy dresses and ensuring not a strand of hair was out of place as you sat reading or knitting by the fire with Elizabeth. Ross and your father had never been one to keep you away from your breeches and horse riding, and everything most unmannerly – according to society, that is. You knew how to behave like a lady, yes, but those particular mannerisms, and the refined walking, outlandish dresses and dignified hair, were saved for occasions in which you were seen by those who might care.

“I wasn’t alone,” you told him. “I had a lot of people. Granted, the men weren’t exceptional at consolation-” Ross chuckled a little and you smiled. You took a deep breath. You didn’t have the foresight to know how he’d react to your next words, but it was the truth. “I had Verity and Elizabeth,” you said quietly. “They took me in when I came to stay there. Uncle Charles probably expected me to stay forever, at least until I was old enough for a husband and ready to be shipped off. He did say I had to wear these darn dresses if I were to stay with him.”

Ross couldn’t help his laugh. His lips stretched into the kindest of smiles, one of the smiles he had used to wear while singing an old lullaby to get you to sleep as a child. “Well,” he said, straightening in his chair, “if those half-wits I call servants in there haven’t taken more than the cutlery for themselves to sell, then your boots and breeches should still be in your room.” He said it with an edge to his voice, but you knew he still held a fondness for Prudie and Jud, stemming from a childhood when they hadn’t been so ill-mannered and difficult.

“I would make a bonfire with this dress,” you mused, grasping the large skirt which had puffed out around you when you’d sat on the bench, “but it is very beautiful.”

“Dear God, has my sister become more of a lady since I left?” Ross rose a dark brow at you, amusement shining in his eyes.

“I’m not so little anymore,” you reminded him. “I know how to play two songs on the piano now. Really, it’s a wonder.”

Ross laughed. He stood up and made his way over to you, sitting beside you on the bench. He leant back against the wall, his eyes on you, a fond smile that spoke a thousand words at once gracing his lips. “Words,” he said with a slow nod. “I do not have enough of them to express how much I missed you. How your face was the one I saw each time I was down.”

You shifted to face him. “And Elizabeth’s?” Ross’s face hardened and you felt an urge to rid him it. You grasped his hands, ignoring the calloused feel and the scars lining the backs of them. “They really did think you dead, Ross.”

Ross’s eyes flicked to yours. There was a glimmer of something in them. “’They’?” he asked.

You smiled. “They all thought I was mad to think otherwise,” you said, turning your gaze down to your entwined hands, holding onto each other tight. “But we had no- no formal announcement that you were gone. They hadn’t found your body. And I didn’t want to believe it, so I didn’t. I held out hope that you were still out there, and that you’d come home.” You looked back up at him. “And you did.”

Emotion crossed Ross’s face. He licked his dry lips before leaning forward and wrapping his arms around you, bringing you into his chest. It was the first time you had embraced properly. You had done so when he’d walked into the dining room at Trenwith, just in time for dinner, and you had hardly had time to shout his name before leaping from your chair and unceremoniously throwing yourself into his arms. That had been something brief and in-the-moment, but this, here and now, was something different. Something needed. Something altogether longed for.

You hid your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of your brother. He smelled like wood and wildflowers. That was familiar. That was safe. You would ignore the new scent for now; the faint smell of rusticity that could be blood, and the aroma of war, not that you should know what that was.

The past three years hadn’t been easy on you either.

“I think she would leave Francis if you asked her to,” you whispered, still holding onto him. “I know she has missed you. We talked of you often.”

Ross sighed, shutting his eyes. “Could I ask her to? Could I possibly ask her such a thing?” He drew back, grasping the sides of your head, pressing a kiss to your hairline. “Three years I have been gone. Obviously, she has found a replacement.”

You vehemently shook your head. You reached up and took his hands, bringing them down again. “She still loves you,” you insisted.

“Our father still loved our mother long after she died,” Ross said gently, “but he knew she was gone.”

“That’s different. You’re alive. You’re well. She will take you back, if you ask her.”

Ross sighed. He pulled his hands from your loose grip and stood to his feet once more. He leant back against the old, broken bookshelf, crossing a leg at the ankle and rubbing a hand between his eyes. “And then the Poldark name will forever belong to that of a man who stole a woman from her fiancé, who also happened to be his cousin.”

You gave him a look. “A woman he had been with once and loved until his heart burst. The Poldark name will belong to a couple who fought against the tide and wielded love as a sword.”

Ross would have made a remark about how you had become a poet in his absence, but you had always had a way with words. You had been both his and his father’s light in dark times, once upon a time, and he was glad to see that hadn’t changed. For all he had lost, he had gained back much more.

But you were still young, and he had seen more than you. He knew it was not so easy. And yet he wished to act upon it anyway, to do what you had suggested and take Elizabeth to Nampara where they could live in peace and in love for the rest of their lives.

“If everyone had the optimism of you, I do believe the word would be a better place,” he said gently.

Prudie bumbled in then, looking a little ruffled. “I beg your pardon, Sir, Mistress,” she said, nodding to each of you, and you could already feel the tension radiate from your brother, “but the chickens’ve escaped, ‘nd… Me ‘n Jud aren’t too swift, Sir, Mistress.” She quickly sent a nod at you, as though she’d forgotten you existed. “Mistress.”

Ross sighed. “Go,” he said with no small amount of irritation. “I will be out soon.” Prudie rushed out and he sent you a look. “How do you feel about catching chickens?” he asked with a twitch of the lips. You smiled and got to your feet. His wish to verge off the topic of Elizabeth was clear, and though you wanted to talk to him about it more, catching runaway chickens was a memory of an earlier life lost. Something you’d both done purposefully by opening the gates and letting the animals race off. Your father had almost killed you for it, but it was a memory the both of you held onto.

And you knew in that moment that he really was home.

Poldark Masterpost

[thatoneguitargirl]

𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 | morwenna chynoweth x reader

headcanons about falling in love with morwenna as a carne sister

my masterlist

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you were the only other carne daughter besides demelza

sam and drake wanted to help you get away

and start a life of their own

so you all moved to cornwall

you first met morwenna and geoffrey charles when heading to nampara

you asked them the way and geoffrey charles was happy to help

morwenna seemed scared and wouldn’t look any of you in the eye

but that was normal

you were strangers, of course

so you went on your way

and life was pretty normal to start

demelza allowed you to stay with her and ross

care for jeremy and help with small tasks around the house

but morwenna and geoffrey charles came around more often

and you started to become closer with them

geoffrey charles took a big liking to you which pleased morwenna

and you’d play in the water with him while drake flirted

it didn’t bother you

but you could tell morwenna wasn’t interested

so you always found a way to pull her away

this left you two with a fair amount of alone time

and you couldn’t help but notice how her hair curled slightly around the sides of her face

and her nose scrunched slightly when she laughed

she was truly adorable

you couldn’t help but developing feelings for her

and soon she did too

the more time you spent together

the more it became obvious

geoffrey charles loved you two together

and tried to make you confess to each other

like all the time

“So (Y/N), did you wish to marry Morwenna?”

you did

and she wished to marry you too

but that wasn’t the point

instead, the two of you were completely oblivious of each other’s feelings

much hand holding and close laughter shared between you

but nothing concrete

until

one time when drake wasn’t around

and geoffrey charles wasn’t paying attention

she kissed you

it was sweet and quick

but everything you could’ve wanted

it was like your entire life fell into place

all because the girl you loved, kissed you

and there were many more kisses to come

[fandom-imagines-stories]

The Bitter Cold

Ross Poldark x Reader

Words: 2464

Summary: After visiting family, the reader and her son borrow her father’s carriage to return to Nampara, where Ross awaits to spend the long winter holiday with his wife and son. However, when the carriage is damaged mid journey and far from any settlement, the ice and snow provide anything but a holiday.

Notes: Yes, I've written another Ross Poldark drama imagine. I don't know why I enjoy putting him through these situations, but here we go. I also thought it would be interesting to write the reader as a mother. Enjoy and don’t forget to leave replies!

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“Can we stay longer, Mama?” William tugged at the skirt of your dress and you looked down at him with a smile. “I want to see the ponds freeze over.” You crouched down to his level and looked at him lovingly. Only five years old and he was quite the explorer. 

“What about dear Papa?” You wondered, brushing a dark curl out of William’s face. “Don’t you think he would miss us?” William looked at the ground. 

“I miss papa.” He sighed. You stood and took his hand. 

“Then we must return home.” As the two of you began to board the carriage, your mother rushed towards you from the house. You laughed. “Mother, we’ve already said our goodbyes. We must leave so we can arrive before dark.” 

“I know, I know.” She said, placing a hand on your arm. “I just came to instruct Mark to watch the skies. Your father believes it may snow.” You rolled your eyes playfully. 

“And how could he know that?” You both snickered and your mother shrugged. 

“You know how he is.” She pulled you into her arms for one last hug. “Now go tell my son-in-law I better see him soon. I miss his handsome face.” William poked his head out from behind you. Your mother grinned. “He’s almost as handsome as you.” William giggled, placing a kiss on his grandmother’s cheek. 

“Goodbye!” He exclaimed, now happily thinking about reuniting with his father. You told your mother to wish a joyous Christmas to the rest of your family and Mark finished preparing the horses. 

William gazed wistfully out the window as you passed fields and flowers. You, in turn, watched outside your heart yearning for your husband’s smile, for his kiss and his touch. You wondered what Ross had been doing to busy himself these past few weeks while you and William were away. Perhaps he didn’t even notice your absence. 

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“You look tired.” Dwight noticed, sitting across from his friend as they ate stale bread and drank the last of Ross’ rum. 

“I’ve been busy in the fields and helping Zachy fix Jinny’s roof before the first snowfall,” Ross replied with a sigh. Truthfully, he found as much work as he could to distract himself from the quiet. 

“It’s okay to miss them, you know?” Dwight gave his old friend an amused smile. “How long has it been now, two weeks?” 

“Three.” Ross corrected, finishing his glass. “But I have survived perfectly well without them. Besides, Y/N and William return this evening.” Dwight chuckled.

“I will be glad to see them return. Perhaps then you will make better company.” He teased, standing up. “I should go and tend to my own wife. Caroline bores easily when she’s alone.” Ross gave him a small smile as a farewell before he was left alone again. He used to enjoy the peaceful silence of Nampara. But after having the noise of a rambunctious young boy and a wife whose laugh rang out like a bell, he found the quiet to be less of a comfort and more of a disturbance. He was very glad that Y/N and William would be home soon. 

While he spent the afternoon tending to the fields, you gazed up at the sky. The clouds were a cold grey and covered the entire sky. You still had several hours left on your journey and you started to worry about your father’s prediction of snow. Mark was a new coachman, raised in London. He likely new very little about driving in the snow. However, it rarely snowed in Cornwall, so you had fairly little to worry about. 

“How much longer, Mama?” William asked, growing impatient. “I want to show Papa the stones that Grandfather gave me.” 

“We won’t arrive until after nightfall, my love.” You put a hand on his cheek. “Why don’t you rest? That way you won’t be tired for your father when we get home.” He nodded and laid his head against the wall of the carriage. You decided to do the same and ignored the gnawing feeling of worry. 

You weren’t sure how long you were asleep, but you were violently awakened by the carriage shaking and jolted to a stop. William hit his head and began to cry. You held onto him to comfort him and Mark came around to the door. 

“What’s happened?” You asked. He blew out a breath. 

“The wheel has broken, Miss.” He motioned down and you saw the splintered wood. 

“Where’s Papa?” William sniveled. 

“How far from Nampara are we?” You desperately hoped that home was near, but you were left disappointed. 

“I’m afraid we’ve still an hour or so left.” Mark grimaced. “I’ll have to ride into town and find someone to fix it.”

“And what of us?” There was only one horse and the three of you certainly wouldn’t fit. 

“I’ll be back before you know it.” He released the horse from the carriage and mounted its saddle. 

“Ride quickly Mark.” You pleaded. 

“Why aren’t we going home?” William’s cheeks still wet with tears. 

“It looks like we’ll have to wait a while longer.” You brought him into a hug to calm him, though the soft white flakes floating down from the sky put your nerves even more on edge. The air was growing colder and the snow fell faster and thicker. “Ride quickly Mark.” You repeated, muttering to yourself as if it were a prayer. 

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Ross watched the snow fall with a grim expression. Y/N and William should have been back by now. He worried that they’d been stopped by the snow. He hadn’t seen snow in Cornwall like this for several winters past. He wondered if they’d stopped in Truro. If he hurried, he could make it to town before the blizzard fully set in. If they were there, they could stay at the Red Lion for the night. 

He road swiftly into Truro, the freezing air biting at his face. When he reached the tavern, he hoped to see his father-in-law's carriage outside, but none seemed familiar. Though, there was a horse whose saddle had a carving in the leather- the first letter of Y/N’s maiden name. He quickly entered the tavern and searched for the face of his wife or son. But the Red Lion was fairly empty, with a small gathering in one corner and a younger man sitting alone, drinking far too much ale. He found the owner and asked if he had seen Y/N. 

“She hasn’t been in, but that boy over there mentioned something about driving the coach for a young woman and her son. He said he was going to lose his job for leaving Mr. Y/L/N’s daughter in the snow.” He pointed to the lone boy and Ross walked over to him with an expression that would put the fear of God in any man. 

“Where. Are. They?” He growled deeply, sliding the ale off of the table. 

“Who are you?” The boy squeaked.

“Ross Poldark.” The boy’s eyes grew wider. 

“Y-your C-Captain Poldark?” He stood up to try and escape, but Ross pushed him back into the chair. “I meant to go back, I swear.”

“You left them?” Ross boomed. 

“The wheel of the carriage broke and I came here to find someone to fix it. By then, the snow had started and no one would travel and I didn’t know what to do and now I’m going to lose my job-” He was stopped by a sudden strike to his cheek. 

“You left my wife and son in a blizzard.” Ross’ temper was reaching murderous levels. “They could die out there.” 

“I didn’t know what to do!” The boy defended. 

“Where are they?” Ross yanked him out of his seat. “How long have they been out there?” 

“A few hours, maybe…” He avoided Ross’ gaze, looking ashamed. 

“A few hours!” Ross exclaimed. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? They will freeze.” Ross felt the panic rising in his chest. He dragged the boy outside. “Take me to them.” His mind conjured the worst visions. William’s face, frostbitten and framed with icy black hair. Y/N’s lips- the ones he’d give anything to kiss again- turned blue. Maybe he was already too late. 

While he hurried his horse into action, you clung to William, wrapping him in your own cloak to keep him warm.

“I’m so cold, Mama.” He cried, his breath turning to a white cloud in front of him. 

“I know, sweetheart.” You tried to comfort him, but there was little you could do. Where was Mark? You prayed that he would appear, but with the winter storm outside, you knew he wouldn’t be coming back. Bare and freezing, your arms were pale and weak, holding onto your son as you both shivered. Mark had been gone for nearly two hours and no one dared travel in this weather. You were trapped in an icy tomb. You felt helpless. 

“When can I show Papa my treasures?” William asked. 

“Soon, Will.” You felt yourself choke on your words. A promise that you couldn’t keep. The glass of the carriage window had frozen over from the inside, the icy crystals blocking your view of the outside. You couldn't see the dark figures cutting through the white storm, riding frantically towards the carriage.

“There!” Mark yelled, pointing at the snow-covered carriage. Ross’ horse trudged through the snow until Ross jumped down, running as quickly as his feet allowed. He tried to look in the window, but the frost completely obscured his view. The door had frozen shut and Ross had to use all of his strength to pull it open. 

You jumped at the sudden sound and the rush of freezing air. At first, the voices meshed together, muttering words you couldn’t understand. But when the blur of white revealed the face of your husband, you almost thought that you were dreaming. 

“Y/N,” His voice was warm, and though his voice alone could not restore heat to your skin, it relit the flame inside. 

“Take William first.” You kept your son wrapped in your cloak and Ross picked him up. Despite being very cold, William grinned at the sight of his father.

“Papa!” His excitement caused him to start coughing and Ross draped a blanket that he’d taken from the Red Lion over him. 

“You’ve done well protecting your mother, now I need you to stay with this man while I help her.” Ross handed him to Mark, giving the young man a deadly warning look. 

“Ross,” You sighed happily, wanting to reach out to him, to kiss his face and take him in your arms. But you could hardly move. As Ross touched your arm, his fingers burned and your body flinched away. 

“My God,” He gasped. You were as cold as death. He quickly shed his coat and put it around your shoulders.

“No, Ross, you’ll grow cold without it.” You fussed, but he ignored your objection and lifted you up, keeping you close to his warm body. 

“It is better I grow cold than you freeze to death, now put it on.” He ordered gently. You weakly put on the coat and he carried you to his horse. He instructed Mark to follow him to Dr. Enis’ house, holding you tight to him as the four of you rode through the blizzard. You clung to his warmth, desperate to escape the cold air. William still looked cold, but the color had returned to his cheeks and he seemed somewhat content. 

The journey to Dwight was agonizingly slow and many times Ross feared that they would be lost to the storm. But he persisted. While without his coat, his shirt froze and stuck to his skin, it was nothing compared to the porcelain white your face and arms had become. As he had feared, your lips had a bluish tint and snowflakes clung to your eyelashes. 

“How is William?” He shouted over to Mark, wishing that he could have taken both of you instead of entrusting his son to the very person who deserted him. 

“I’m alright, Papa!” William responded though Ross could see him shiver. They were getting worse with every minute that passed. 

After an hour of icy torment, the Penvenen house stood out from the white landscape. 

“Dwight!” Ross kicked the door with his foot, both of his arms wrapped around you. “Dwight!” He shouted again. The door opened suddenly. 

“What in-” Dwight began, but Ross pushed past him, followed by Mark. “What happened?” 

“Their carriage broke and this idiot decided to leave them in the storm,” Ross growled, motioning towards Mark as he set you down on Dwight’s carpet, close to the fireplace. Mark placed William beside you. 

“Caroline,” Dwight called out to his wife. “Get them some tea and blankets. We need to keep them warm.” 

“We shouldn’t trouble them.” You whispered. Ross ran a hand through your hair. 

“Hush, my love.” He knelt in between the two of you, keeping one hand on William’s shoulder and the other rubbing circles on your back. 

“How long were they out?” Dwight asked and Mark’s eyes dropped to his feet. 

“Including the time it took us to find them and take them here… about four hours.” 

“Dear God,” Caroline exclaimed, quickly bringing the items Dwight asked for. Ross and Dwight bundled you and William in blankets and gave you the hot tea. 

“Will they be alright?” Ross asked his friend, his hand gripping yours tightly. 

“He seems to be fine…” Dwight lowered his voice. “She appears much worse.” Ross’ heart dropped. By saving William, you sacrificed your own chances. Dwight put a reassuring hand on Ross’ shoulder. “But she should recover.” 

He sighed with relief, moving his hand to your cheek. 

“Did you hear him? He said you’re both going to be alright.” He smiled, despite the fear that still sat within him. 

“You have to write to my family.” You told him softly. “Tell them that we made it home.” Ross turned back to Mark with a dark glance. 

“I will write and tell them what happened.” 

Mark gulped and walked over to the window, his guilt weighing down his shoulders. 

“He is young.” You started meekly, giving your husband a small smile. “Don’t punish him too harshly.” Ross lifted your hand to his lips, placing a warm kiss to your palm. Your skin was still pale, but some slight color began to return. 

“Alright.” He laid down with the two of you and William curled up next to him. It was going to be a long and difficult winter. But you had each other and that was enough to warm even the coldest of hearts. 

[annkdarar]

I might be writing some Ross Poldark or John Mitchell x Reader very soon if anyone is interested