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romantic-hero · 5 years

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morden romelza au, where ross is getting horny in Isolation😉

Ross was quarantined alone in their London home. Demelza and Caroline had taken the children to the Enys’s vacation house in Cornwall before COVID-19 had hit and now the whole country was on lockdown. London was a virtual ghost town and Ross had promised to self-isolate for as long as the orders to stay home remained in place. Being a loner, Ross was mainly ok with being alone. Their pantry was full and he’d made a schedule. Wake up, workout, coffee and the news. FaceTime with Demelza and the kids, do as much work as he could from his home office, lunch, nap, sneak in a run with Dwight (maintaining the 2 meter distance rule), try to read or watch Netflix, workout, dinner, then call Demelza, then bed. It wasn’t too bad, but Ross missed Demelza and especially missed her in bed. Oh, it wasn’t just the sex. Sure he missed that, but he missed her smell, her touch, her cold feet on his. He missed their nightly talks, the confidences they shared. Her wise advice that kept him sane. He’d do what needed to be done, but he’d give anything if he could drive to Cornwall and bring his precious family home. He missed wrestling with Jeremy and reading Clowance her bedtime stories. Thank God they had a well stocked wine cellar. Brandy was now his bedfellow.

That night as Ross was doing his final 500 push-ups of the day, Demelza’s familiar ringtone gave him the excuse to abandon the last 100. He grabbed his mobile, got in bed and leaned back against the pillows. Happily it was a FaceTime call and seeing her cheerful smile lifted his spirits.

“My love,” he said to her. “Is everything alright? Why are you up so late?”

“Ross, everything is fine! I just wanted to talk to you.” Demelza had a glass of port and Ross watched her take a long drink. “Actually Ross, I wanted to show you something.” And to Ross’s surprise, Demelza drained her glass.

“You wanted me to watch you drink?” he asked.

Demelza laughed and poured another glass full, and chugged it down. “No, silly!” And then In the background Ross heard their favorite hip hop song, Boo’d Up by Ella Mai. It had been their song for the last year and when ever Ross heard Demelza playing it, he knew she was up for some loving.

“God, Demelza! Are you trying to torture me?” His wife had disappeared from the screen but now she came back into view he could see she was only wearing only one of his old flannel shirts and he thought he caught a glimpse of black lace underpants.

As she sang with the song, she began to slowly unbutton her shirt.

“Boy, you do something to me,” she crooned as she let her shirt fall open and indeed all she had on were panties underneath She cupped her full breasts, and came up closer to the phone so Ross could get a good view.

She danced a few steps back, swaying to the music. “ Ooh, no I’ll never get over you until I find something new,” as she ran her hand slowly down her stomach until her fingers disappeared, hidden by that sheer lace. “That get me high like you do, yeah yeah”. Demelza closed her eyes and Ross could clearly see she was turning herself on, which of course made him hot with desire.

Then she started dancing again, slowly rubbing her nipples then closing the shirt as Demelza seductively sang the chorus,

“LListen to my heart go ba-do, boo’d up

Biddy-da-do, boo’d up

Hear my heart go ba-do, boo’d up

Biddy-da-do, it just won’t stop, it go

Ba-do, boo’d up

Biddy-da-do, boo’d up

Hear my heart go ba-do, boo’d up

Biddy-da-do, it just won’t stop, it go”

To Ross’s pure delight, Demelza took off her shirt and threw it across the room then got on her hands and knees and crawled towards the phone’s camera.

“How many ways can I say that I need you? Baby, it’s true

I think I might die without you

Feeling all over my body

You know how I like it

Ain’t gotta tell you what to do, yeah yeah”

Demelza looked into the phone. “Tell me, Ross, what would you like to do?”

“Ravish you, you naughty minx,” he growled.

Demelza lay back and wiggled out of those scraps of lace she dismissively called pants. With one hand she caressed her breasts and with the other fingered herself arching her back as she sang, “Got me boo’d up, boo’d up

Grab me by the waist baby, pull me closer.”

“Damn it, Demelza, I wish you were here.

“Come on Ross, show me what you’ve got,” she purred.

Who was this woman, thought Ross, but they’d gone this far, he might as well go for it and he took off his briefs and got some satisfaction when Demelza’s eyes widened with a little shock.

Demelza ran her tongue over her lips. “I certainly have missed that good friend of mine.” She touched herself and pushed her hips up. “ You know what I want, Poldark.”

And Ross started stroking himself, amazed at how erotic this whole FaceTime thing could be.

“Don’t close your eyes, Ross. Look at me! I want to look at you.”

And as the music played,

“Listen my to heart go ba-dum, boo’d up

Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up

Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up

Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go

Ba-dum, boo’d up

Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up

Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up

Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go”

Ross did as he was told and while he pretended it was Demelza’s hand bringing him to the edge, it was the sight of his wife’s hips in motion as she brought herself pleasure that really had him turned on. He watched mesmerized as she made herself come, calling his name as she boldly seemed to be looking right at him.

“Ross, I wish you were in my mouth,” she panted. “Imagine I’m holding you as my lips…” and Ross interrupted her with a groan as he let go.

“Jesus, Demelza,” he whispered, finding it hard to catch his breath.

“Was it as good for you as it was for me.” she said softly.

“Love, it was wonderful,” he told her.

“Good night, Ross. I’ll call you in the morning. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He felt a bit sad when the screen went black, but oh, my God. It wasn’t nearly the same as having his wife with him, but he had to give her credit for making this horrible time a bit more tolerable. Ross grabbed the tissue and cleaned himself off then he snuggled down into his bed pulled the covers up. His last thought was of Demelza. He smiled. She never ceased to amaze him. He couldn’t wait to see her, even if it was FaceTime, in the morning. And he fell into the best nights sleep he’d had since this nightmare of a virus had disrupted their lives.

Songwriters: Dijon Isaiah McFarlane / Ella Mai Howell / Joelle Marie James / Larrance Levar DopsonBoo’d Up lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Peermusic Publishing, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

#romeleza #fanfiction #self isolation #poldark

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rather-impertinent · 5 years

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Happy Endings Are No Myth

A/N: Good morning, friends! This fic is inspired by 2 particularly lovely promo shots from 5.08, so there are possible spoilers ahead. There is also fluff ahead. So much fluff. Remember that cosy blanket at your grandmother’s house? This fic is that. Enjoy xo

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“Congratulations Mr and Mrs Samuel Carne!”

Cheers rang out from the wedding party as the bride and groom shared a shy kiss. Demelza, Jeremy and Clowance quickly and gleefully showered the newlyweds in flower petals.

Sam’s joyful laugh could be heard above the breeze and throughout the small village of Sawle as the rose petals showered around him. He looked down at his bride and smiled widely at her; Rosina returned his grin and kissed his cheek.

The fiddler led the way in front of the newlyweds, playing a lilting traditional Cornish tune. Sam and Rosina smiled softly at each other, betraying their solidified camaraderie and blossoming feelings of love.

“Oh, I’m that glad for Rosina,” Demelza gushed to Ross once the procession began to move towards the green where the party would be.

Ross’ lips twitched in amusement. “You’re glad for Rosina but not your brother?” he provoked, before he felt a soft nudge to his rib-cage. They slowed to a crawling pace and hung back so that eager villagers could scurry past them.

Demelza cackled and linked her arm through his. “No, Ross, ‘course I be happy for Sam, too,” she laughed. “I just think Rosina d’ deserve some happiness after all she’s been through!”

“I second that,” Dwight chimed in from behind his two dearest friends, remembering Rosina’s hardships from such a young age from her lameness to her being jilted a fortnight before her wedding. And then again on the day a few years ago. Not to mention her father’s recent trouble.

“Dr Enys has always had a soft spot for Rosina and her temperamental knee,” Caroline supplied, a teasing smile stretched across her face as she hung off her husband’s arm. “Did you know I once considered her my closest rival? She can knit a scarf much neater than I. I believe Dwight still has it in a cupboard upstairs,” Mrs Enys told Ross and Demelza, who laughed at her.

Dwight gently rolled his eyes at Caroline. “I assure you, my love, there was no contest,” he murmured.

“Indeed, there was none,” Ross insisted with a cheeky grin. “Besides scurvy at the mine, Dwight talked of nothing else but you for an entire year!” He laughed when Dwight drew him a warning look.

“Oh?” Caroline asked Ross, her interest piqued. “Pray tell.”

A scarlet blush rose on Dwight’s cheeks, which was ridiculous, he realised, seeing as he had been married for 8 years now. “Ross, please, no.”

“Alright,” Demelza chirped, evidently more than happy to step in on her husband’s behalf. “Dwight would often come to tea with I and talk my ear clean off about you and the lights of your hair and your cornflower blue eyes and your laugh and how red your lips were and how propriety be damned and he would simply have to elope with you and how he’d walk to the ends of the earth if it meant you two could be together,” Demelza concluded with a teasing romantic sigh as she brought her hand to her forehead to imitate fainting; Ross snickered against her shoulder. “Am I mistaken, Dr Enys?”

Dwight, torn between cringing and laughing at the jest, smothered a smile. “Some parts are greatly exaggerated.”

“I should hope not,” Caroline said with a mock pout, leaning closer to her husband. “So you would not walk to the ends of the earth for me, Dr Enys?”

Dwight smiled softly at her; they all knew that he would. An idea then occurred to him, a payback of sorts. “It is worth noting that Ross does not have a leg to stand on in such regards,” Dr Enys announced with a smirk.

Ross frowned in genuine confusion. “To what are you referring, Dwight?”

Dwight looked at Caroline and betrayed his meaning within that single look; Caroline laughed and winked at her husband. “Dr Enys is correct, Demelza,” she insisted, glancing at her red haired friend, “you ought to hear how Ross speaks of you while you are not with him.” Caroline shot Ross a gleaming, mischievous smile.

“Oh, please, God, no,” Ross muttered, placing his hand over his eyes unable to watch whatever spectacle was about to unfold.

“‘Oh, I wish Demelza were here, she would know what to say’,” Caroline mocked in a deep voice, imitating Ross’.

Dwight laughed and gently nudged his wife, with whom he was now in cahoots. “‘I miss Demelza, do you suppose she and the children would come now if I sent word and asked?’” Dwight cited from a conversation they had three months ago in Ross’ London lodgings.

“‘Demelza would love this meal, I must bring her here next time she is in London,’” Caroline quoted, her tone still teasing.

“‘That gown would look fine on Demelza’,” Dwight continued.

Demelza giggled behind her hand though shot her husband a genuinely touched look.

“Alright!” Ross half-laughed, half-whined. “Is it a crime for a man to miss his wife?!” he wondered, crossing his arms defensively.

Gently placing her hand on his cheek, Demelza murmured: “No, it is not.” She then placed her other hand on his other cheek and kissed him deeply. Gazing into his hazel eyes, which crinkled in contentment, Demelza could not think of a more opportune moment to tell him of her news. She was never certain how he would react to such a thing, but it was better to catch him in a good mood than a sour one. “Dwight, Caroline, could you give Ross and I a moment?”

Caroline’s slightly narrowed gaze flickered suspiciously between Ross and Demelza. “Of course,” she said, breezily linking arms with Dwight and leading him away.

Standing on the sandy cobblestones in front of Mr Hosking’s house, Demelza bounced anxiously from one foot to another and back again, wondering how best to broach the subject. Would frankness be more fitting or would a teasing, romantic hint be more appropriate? Then again, picking up on hints was certainly not one of Ross’ strengths.

“Well?” Ross asked after a few moments of silence. “What did you wish to speak to me about?”

“I- I’m tryin’ to find the right words,” Demelza stammered, trying to exhale her jitters. Logically, she thought Ross would be pleased, but if there was one thing Demelza had learned thus far it was that life was not always logical.

“Should I fetch your red dictionary?” he taunted playfully, recalling how in the early days of their marriage Demelza would pour over the dictionary so that she would sound - in her own words - ‘less common-like’, so as not ‘embarrass’ him in public.

“Ross, don’t tease me, I’m tryin’ to tell you somethin’,” Demelza complained in a despairing whine, though a smile tugged on the corner of her lips.

Ross took a step closer to her, a teasing smile etched on his face. “Then tell me,” he said, shrugging casually.

“Alright.” Demelza gently grabbed hold of the lapels of his coat and smiled softly. She took a deep breath to steady herself. “I’m with child,” she then announced, meeting his gaze and unable to contain her smile.

Ross did not offer a verbal answer but his excited laugh echoed and was carried away with the wind as he quickly but deeply kissed Demelza before enveloping her into a spinning hug.

“Wait one moment, Dwight,” Caroline softly commanded, thinking she knew exactly what Demelza wished to speak to Ross about. “Look.” She pointed to the Poldarks several feet away from them; Demelza was fidgeting nervously and Ross was teasing her somehow.

“Caroline,” Dwight said a bit anxiously, trying to gently pull her away. “Their conversation is none of our business,” he insisted, feeling as though they were intruding.

Caroline theatrically rolled her eyes. “Dim your halo for one moment, Dr Enys, and watch,” she ordered.

Dwight looked upon his friends just in time to see Ross sweep Demelza from the ground and spin her around like a crazy schoolboy; their joyful laughter filling the air. A smile slowly spread across the doctor’s features. “What- is- does that mean what I think it means?” he asked his wife, who smiled in victory next to him, smug that her observations of Demelza’s behaviour these past few weeks had culminated in her being correct in her assumption.

“Yes,” Caroline murmured, pleased there would be another Poldark child; hopefully it would be as lovely as dear Jeremy and Clowance.

“You knew?” Dwight checked, women often shared such confidences before the news was relayed to husbands.

“Not for certain, Demelza said nothing,” Caroline informed him. “We women just know things that men can never hope to, even physicians,” she stated mysteriously, arching an eyebrow at Dwight, who accepted her claim without comment.

Linking his arm through hers again, Dwight led them back down the subtle slope so that they may go congratulate their friends. “It seems it is catching,” Dwight whispered happily, thinking of their own happy news Caroline had shared with him just two days ago.

Running a hand over her still quite flat abdomen, Caroline smiled softly. “It would appear so.”

“Demelza is with child!” Ross loudly announced as his friends approached, knowing it was already obvious from his reaction but wishing to proclaim it out-loud all the same.

The Enyses smiled widely at the Poldarks. “It is the most wonderful news,” Caroline enthused, looking between her two friends, who could barely stop grinning at each other.

“Well, not the most wonderful,” Dwight teased, his mouth swishing from side to side in an attempt to contain his grin.

Ross and Demelza frowned in confusion at Dwight’s comment. “What do you mean?” Ross asked; what news could be more wonderful than this?

Caroline bit her lip; she had no wish to steal Demelza’s thunder but she could sense that Dwight was practically dancing in his boots at the providential timing of it all. Besides, she knew that Demelza would not see it as unkindness, indeed, she’d probably cry of happiness. She nodded her permission at Dwight to relay the news.

“We, too, expect a new arrival in the coming months,” he announced, narrowly escaping bursting with pride.

The Poldarks both breathed a joyful laugh and Demelza’s eyes filled with happy tears.

“How magnificent!” Ross exclaimed, pulling Demelza closer and squeezing her with his arm. “And the children shall be so close in age! I’ve no doubt they shall be inseparable.” Much like their parents, he might have added.

“The coincidence is positively cosmic, is it not?” Dr Enys enthused, pleased that he would be both a father and an uncle again and in such quick succession.

“Must you always be so intellectual, Mr Science Man?” Caroline asked Dwight in a tease.

“Oh, ‘tis fate, I d’ feel it in my bones,” Demelza gushed, offering everyone in the group a teary smile. They had all endured such loss and hardship, and they had endured them as individuals and as a unit. Having survived their ordeals with grace, it was now their turn to be happy. “Well? Someone give me a hug!” Demelza ordered with a laugh; Caroline beat Dwight to it.

“When do you expect?” Demelza cheerfully asked her friend as they broke their friendly hug.

Caroline considered the question for a moment. “I think perhaps May, but I’m not certain. Indeed, it would be quite difficult to be certain,” she inferred suggestively.

Demelza smirked. “I d’ feel your ‘pain’.” The two women shared coy glances and smiles.

“Have you any idea?” Caroline wondered, lightly linking arms with her.

“I think perhaps February,” Demelza calculated, if with a little uncertainty.

Caroline’s mouth fell open and her arm slipped from between Demelza’s. “But, my dear, that is so soon, and one cannot yet even tell that you are with child!”

“That has always been true of Demelza,” Ross supplied. “She never shows until the last few months. She starves my growing children, you see, on account of not wishing to waddle around like a goose.” Ross winked at her.

Demelza shot him a look before she was fondly enveloped by Dwight.

Demelza hugged him tightly in return; she had long considered him an extra brother that she did not need but gladly accepted. “Oh, Dwight, I cannot recall being happier for another body than I feel for you at this moment,” she murmured; remembering how keenly he had felt the loss of Sarah, as she had with Julia. A second child was not only a blessing but a balm to heal the wound, and Demelza thanked God for Jeremy every day.

“Thank you,” Dwight said thickly as he released her from their fond embrace; their eyes shining. “You must take care of yourself,” the doctor told her, motioning to her small bump, which was only noticeable if one knew to look for it.

Demelza rolled her eyes. “Oh, don’t start,” she scoffed lightly. “You d’ sound like Ross.”

“Can you ask Dwight to make up some posets for Demelza?” Ross whispered to Caroline as he hugged her. “I wish her to keep well.” He had whispered because he knew the matter was always a sensitive topic for Demelza and he did not wish to upset her with his fussing.

Caroline nodded in understanding. “I shall invite her over for tea and discreetly slip them into her cup as Dwight does mine,” she vowed, turning her attention back to Dwight and Demelza.

Ross exhaled, hardly able to believe so much joy could live in a single day. “If one is a boy and one is a girl then we shall marry them to each other,” he proclaimed.

“I’ll drink to that!” Dwight joyfully agreed with a grin.

“I shall not,” Caroline insisted with a mock frown of discontentment. “I should think our offspring could do better than a Poldark, Dr Enys.” In Caroline’s mind, there could be no one better.

Dwight schooled a smirk, immediately understanding her game. “That is true, my darling. They are exceedingly selfish and impulsive,” he said, pointedly eyeing Ross with a barely contained grin.

“And those Enyses, Demelza,” Ross said to her, feigning contempt, “are more stubborn and opinionated than any beings on earth.”

Dwight, Caroline and Demelza all laughed. “Hmm that all may be true, my dears, but ‘twould be no concern of ours seeing as the children would then be grown, and so we may sit back an’ enjoy the show!” Demelza concluded with mischievous chuckle.

“Now that I shall drink to!” Caroline exclaimed.

“In that case, shall we join the others now?” Demelza asked the group, smiling widely. It had been a long time since she felt so content. Nay, she thought, content was not strong enough, this was happiness, joy, elation.

Ross groaned softly to her left. “Must we?” he whined; his hatred of parties had softened none over his 42 years on earth.

“We must,” Demelza confirmed. “Come along Cap’n Poldark, we’ll see you get a cup o’ gin and then perhaps I might even persuade you to dance with me,” she flirted.

Ross laughed and comfortably linked his arm through hers. “Four cups and I might be tempted by the Six-Hand Wheel,” he wagered diplomatically, having honed his skills during his time as an MP.

“Nay, Ross, four cups be too much! You’d be fallin’ and staggerin’ about like a newborn lamb afraid of the slaughter!” Demelza insisted seriously; Ross barked a laugh - Demelza had the best descriptions for things. “Three cups are plenty.”

“Three cups, then,” he repeated in agreement.

The gathering was in full, jovial swing by the time they walked the five minutes it took to get there. Flowers were tucked into every crevice of the ground, attempting to liven up the dulling winter landscape. Fires were lit in droves on the borders of the area, including one massive bonfire which stood commandingly in the centre of the field; everyone danced around and next to it. Despite the slight winter chill, the flames were not needed, for warmth did not want here today.

“Are ‘ee happy?” Sam asked his wife as she sat on his knee as they watched their guests enthusiastically dance in front of them.

Rosina looked up at him, enraptured at being wed to such a fine man. “I am,” she confirmed.

Sam sighed happily. “‘Take delight in the Lord and he will-‘“

“‘-give you the desires of your heart’,” Rosina completed with a soft smile, resting her head against Sam’s shoulder.

“Shall we sit here?” Caroline asked, motioning to two free spaces to her left not too far from where Drake, Morwenna and Loveday all sat engrossed by each other’s company.

Ross’ arm went around Demelza’s waist as they walked over. “Perfect.”

An hour and five gins later, Ross and Dwight watched in amusement as a tipsy Demelza demonstrated the steps to the Mesk yn Merth to an even tipsier Caroline, who - despite considering herself half-Cornish - had never attended a proper Troyl and so did not know all the more traditional dances. Both women laughed as their arms got entangled when they bumped into each other; they hung onto each other’s waists for support as they cackled at their mistimed folly.

Ross sighed happily at the sight of Demelza’s smiling face. Though he knew nothing of how far along she was, her face already had an ethereal glow to it. “Are they not wonderful?” Ross asked his best friend in a slight slur, whose eyes were set adoringly on his own wife.

“They are,” Dwight sighed in agreement, still smiling softly as he watched the dance tutorial several feet in front of him. “We landed quite the windfall when we married them, did we not, my friend?” He looked at Ross.

Ross smiled. “We did,” he agreed. “Though I did not always realise just how lucky I was,” Ross admitted, thinking of a distant moment of spectacular idiocy and misjudgement.

“Nor I,” Dwight admitted, thinking of recent times. Ross looked quizzically at Dwight because of the admittance; Dwight smiled and shook his head. “But no matter, all has come well.”

“All has come well,” Ross repeated, the sentiment ringing truer than any he had uttered before. Ross nudged Dwight and raised his cup. “To Demelza and Caroline - and to the future.”

“To Demelza and Caroline and the future,” Dwight repeated, holding his cup aloft. “Cheers.”

“Cheers, my friend,” Ross said, clinking their cups together.

Without warning, Demelza and Caroline fell onto their husbands laps, causing them both to spill a little of the contents of their tankards. Demelza smoothly store Ross’ cup of port and drank it greedily, a powerful thirst upon her after dancing. Dwight did not wait for Caroline to steal his and simply offered it to her instead; Caroline privately lamented that it was not as fun this way.

“What mischief be goin’ on over here, Sirs?” Demelza asked, tone teasing and filling the air around them with light-hearted camaraderie.

Caroline placed a quick kiss on Dwight’s mouth and chuckled when his mouth chased her own as they parted. “I would rather not know, I think, Demelza. Dr Enys seems entirely too sentimental at present and I fear his comments may embarrass my good unfeeling name,” said Caroline, her eyes alight with mirth as Dwight’s soft eyes met hers.

He feigned consideration. “Do I embarrass you?”

“Daily,” she joked with a sigh.

Suddenly, Demelza spat out a mouthful of Ross’ port onto the grass; he looked at her, appalled at the waste of liquor. “Is- is that Sam?” Demelza stuttered, squinting her gaze from where she sat and nearly falling off Ross’ lap in shock. “Dancin’?”

The small group looked in front of them and were met by the sight of the bride and groom twirling together; Sam looked a little like a newborn deer uncertain of its steps but judging from the smile on Rosina’s face, she did not mind at all.

Ross smirked. “It seems some things after worth sinning for,” he murmured, the overindulgence of gin making him unusually sentimental. He looked at Demelza in such a way to suggest that the initial sin of their out-of-wedlock coupling and its subsequent result would be worth an eternity in hell.

“Or Rosina is a witch,” Caroline offered in a jest. She then covered Dwight’s eyes with her hand. “Avert your eyes, Dr Enys, lest you fall under her spell again.”

Dwight, Demelza and Ross’ laughter echoed and floated into the crisp air.

“We must dance soon - when they begin the Corwedhan,” Demelza insisted.

Murmurs of agreement rang out; for now, they were all content to wait their turn dancing, simply enjoying being in one another’s company with little cares and fewer worries.

A few hay bails away, Drake breathed in the smell of the damp grass and the spicy ferns, their fragrance heightened by the earlier light rain shower. The fires - dispersed like hen feed across the large field - crackled softly in a warm, enticing glow. Drake drank in the sight of everyone’s happiness; it seemed to outweigh the oxygen in the air. It was as though they all, in this moment, existed in a bubble, one which was tinted rose and gold with love and contentment. Drake prayed it would never burst.

“What are you smiling at?” Morwenna asked her husband, a small smile on her elvish features as she looked at him. In her arms was a small bundle of blankets within which two-month-old Loveday Carne could be found sleeping soundly.

Coming out of his trance, Drake turned and looked at them both with adoring eyes and his smile grew wider. “Just life, my love,” he murmured.

“What about it?”

Looking about him, Drake sighed in contentment. “You and I,” he began dreamily, “and Miss Loveday ‘ere,” he bent down and softly kissed his daughter’s hand, “Brother and Rosina,” Drake motioned over to the two dancing and laughing newlyweds, “Sister and Cap’n Ross,” he murmured as Ross placed an enthusiastic, drunken kiss on Demelza’s cheek, “Dr and Mrs Enys,” Caroline’s arms were about Dwight’s neck and her eyes were closed as her head rested on his shoulder, “And all who be ‘ere,” he concluded with a happy sigh.

“Oh, Drake, I so admire your love of life,” Morwenna told him, her tone adoring and sincere. It was Drake and his unfailing patience, kindness and optimism which had pulled her from the shadows and into the light.

Drake grinned and leaned over to kiss her, his hand tucking a rouge strand of hair behind her ear. “Life always be worth livin’ so long as we ‘ave somebody to love, Wenna. And there be a lot of love here.”

#poldark #poldark fanfic #carolight #romelza #drawenna

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rjshepherd · 5 years

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Poldark Season 4 ep3

this season is only 8eps long i thought maybe the main plot would be here by now unless ive missed it. it just seems like a whole bunch of unrelated stories, which im not complaining about. or maybe theyre still just setting up?

still enjoying things so far, wish george would just simmer down for 5 minutes and that we could have some juicier plot nuggets but those are small complaints.

So, drake and Rosina making kissy faces. interesting.

VERITY! I MISSED YOU BBY

Oh my god elizabeth is doing that face while she’s drinking again, I love it.

Monk adderly looks like a slytherin prefect who has a dark mark tattoo on his ankle or something.

Aww lil fat Caroline is so sweet

Oh, lady witworth sounds like a dick.

Oh, wow fuck monk adderly. Get out of my face he’s worse than George and that is saying A LOT.

Ross is an awkward pillock. Just say “Mel I missed u baby”

I stan Caroline now and forever.

Listen Ossie and his foot fetish disgust me but rowella is incredible. Like “all right I can’t do anything else ima let this goblin fuck me for some of his gold”

Does Ossie not know how to fucking knock doors or something

“to an outsider” oh damn there it is. And from Zacky of all people. I really didn’t think that zacky would be like this with ross.

Hmm I’m not sure how I feel about this drake Rosina thing but I’m glad Sam is talking like a normal person now. Hes much better when his every other word isn’t god. Hes acting like a human now and I dare say I might even like him.

Good, I’m glad ross and zacky are friends again.

OH, elizabeth is such a good mama and Geoffrey Charles is such a good brother to little val.

Poor wee drake not wanting to wish for morwenna and be selfish. just do it baby

Honestly, again, George would be up shit creek without a paddle nor a boat for that matter without elizabeth.

You know what I’m starting to see the Val/Jeremy/clowance resemblance.

Omg George is so tiny why is he so small he is totally a toy poodle

I love seeing ross with his friends just having fun.

Hey so what’s going on with Dwight and the baby. actually dont answer that.

Ok this party is boring and depressing. Except for GC who is def going to be an alcoholic.

God ross stop mentioning elizabeth you know it gets Demelza hackles up. At least he brings her a lil present for once. poor girl needs more pretty things. just more stuff in general she has like 3 dresses and 1 hair tie

Oh mY GOD NOT ON THE TABLE I BEG YOU.

Just throw the whole kitchen out its tainted.

Well that was pretty good. Will start the second disk (4,5,6) tomorrow but for now I’m satisfied. I still think elizabeth and Demelza do far too much for their stupid husbands although lord knows they need it. Honestly say what you want about sexism in these books and history in general, but we all know that 90% of Cornwall would be fucked over a picket fence if Demelza took the day off. Not to mention how absolutely pounded into the dirt George would be without Elizabeth. These 2 and Caroline are all that’s standing between Cornwall and the apocalypse. They made it clear that Mel was mostly behind Falmouth’s decision to put ross forward but just think about all the other small stuff that goes unnoticed. I understand too that George married elizabeth because he loved her, but you must admit he’d be lost without her in a figurative and literal sense.

I forgot to mention last ep but what was with elizabeth putting her laudanum thing in his drink? To calm him down. And why did he drink it? I’m pretty sure he saw her do it, does he know what it is? More to the point why hasn’t she done it before; he’s an excitable little poodle and he’s going to have a heart attack.

Anyway, I feel like I should go back and rewatch the other eps and do this again because it was fun. I’m still planning on doing a “ George Warleggan isn’t that bad and here’s why” like I did with wesker because it was SO much fun but ill maybe save all that for when iv officially watched all 5 series ( by which I mean watched them with my mom because she doesn’t know I've seen season 5 already lmao, shed kill me if she knew I watched it without her.)

#poldark #ross poldark #demelza poldark #caroline enys #dwight enys #elizabeth warleggan #george warleggan #caxy speaks #my stuff

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dolefvl · 5 years

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the road to treasure, part 1.

ft. @vxctxrx and @oberoned

royce

his back was pressed against a tree that overlooked the lagoon. he watched the sun rise into the sky at an unnatural speed -- his thoughts instantly went to a lustful high as the culprit, but they corrected themselves once his body reminded them that their master was skin, bones, and sickly. because of this, royce watched as the first of three bottles fell out of the sky. "um, guys? a bottle just fell from the sky."

ember

ember was constantly on lookout, even when it wasn't his specified job to be. and so when he missed the bottle falling, he was surprised at himself and his inability to notice the fact that projectiles fell right in front of them. that being said, he hadn't always been the most observant person. "what do you think is inside?" he asked cautiously.

royce

cocking his head to the side, royce slowly got up and moved -- or, rather, crawled -- forth to get a better look at it. for a moment, he thought it was some sort of trap. but, then again, the chapstick and insect repellant hadn't been. "it... it looks like a key? like, it's so sparkly. dude, it makes the map besides it look a little--"

demelza oberon

Demelza attempted to distract from their current predicament by pretending the arena was a tropical resort. The three tributes were simply in a remote part of the island, and they had a small shelter they could return to. She could hear the two others speaking behind her but hadn't paid much mind. That was until the second parachute descended toward them. "What's going on?" She finally asked. "A sparkly key's in there? I hope whatever it opens is just as sparkly."

ember

he raised an eyebrows, slowly removing his sword from its home at his side in case there was something dangerous in the bottle. "what do you think it opens? i haven't seen anything locked anywhere on this island..."

royce

royce had stopped when demelza talked over him. instead of being offended -- which another royce carter a few weeks younger would have been obligated to be -- he continued staring at the bottle's key. slowly, surely, and completely unaware of any danger, he grabbed it, popped open the top, and poured out the contents. "it's a key and a map," he said blandly and softly to himself more to anyone else. head tilted towards the sun, royce looked for ember with squinted eyes and opened up a rather dry and parched mouth -- "maybe its for like, y'know, buried booty... or whatever they say in those storybooks."

demelza oberon

While her previous statement had been quite senseless, Demelza hardly noticed. Her brow furrowed in deep concentration, as if she was trying to unlock the rational portion of her brain. She stood from her place by the lagoon's edge and moved closer to get a better look at the bottle. "Is there any other writing on there? Like clues of where it leads?" She asked, craning her neck to get a glimpse of the map.

ember

ember braced for impact as royce opened the bottle, and once he saw that the coast was clear, wandered over to look at his map. "hey, that looks kind of like what you got from the boat, remember? maybe it's a map of this island telling us where to go."ember refrained from making a butt joke, as much as he wanted to. the games had changed him already.

royce

nodding slowly, royce pretended to understand and remember the map he had gotten in the bloodbath. truly, the boy had already succumbed to his whimsy and forgotten all about it. "yeah... and, uh, demelza come over here. i can't hear you. you sound like a ghost."allowing his neck to tilt back, royce closed his eyes and allowed the warmth of the sun to take him to a place of uninhibited freedom.

demelza oberon

After the third bottle descended close by, Demelza scurried toward it and looked at her own map. "Well, whatever it's a map of, the artist needs to go to some serious drawing classes." She remarked, staring at the map with confusion then heading back toward Royce and Ember. "My map looks pretty similar to yours, don't you think?" She squinted one eye to get a good look, holding hers closer to the others.

ember

ember gingerly opened his bottle, pouring the contents into his hand and observing the images on his piece of paper. "i'd say they're damn near identical. you'd think they'd want to try and split us up if they were looking for more action, right?"

royce

eyes still closed, royce muttered to himself the following unhelpful anecdote -- "haaaa... sounds like something my sister would draw. she's a terrible artist."then, suddenly, at the mention of splitting up, royce's eyes popped open and his head whirled towards his lover. "god, dude, shit... do you think they're trying to get us to fight for booty?"

ember

ember rolled his eyes, looking towards royce with a smile. "the only booty i'd fight anyone over is yours."

demelza oberon

Demelza clicked her tongue at Royce and shook her head. "Your sister can hear you, you know." It sounded silly, but she couldn't stop it from escaping her mouth. "Maybe that's the point. Maybe they want to draw us together and make us fight each other." She hypothesized, wrinkling her nose with a smile at Royce and Ember's comments toward each other. "If we weren't probably going to die, I'd say you two are cute together."

royce

"i know, dude. but that's a shame, because my ass is pretty flat. look at it," he said as he stood and scattered sand everywhere, "it's like a piece of paper."in the same breath, he turned to demelza and stared at her with his usual bloodshot eyes. "i want her to hear me. it's better she hear me insulting her before i die."

ember

"do you think everyone's got something there, waiting for them? and if we go, we could be walking into this huge elaborate trap?" he asked nervously, his hand instinctively moving towards royce's. he chuckled at dem's words. "hey, even if we are dying, i like to think we're still cute."

royce

grasping at it like it was the blood of a forgotten religious deity, royce enveloped ember's hand in his as he moved his stare to the waters before them. he said nothing, but instead allowed his thoughts to run wild with the thought of the three of them walking into a trap.

demelza oberon

Demelza resisted the urge to make a butt joke, knowing it wouldn't be becoming of lady -- even one forced into a haphazard and humid jungle area. "I really hope it isn't a trap. I want whatever this map leads to." It already felt like going on one of her infamous scavenger hunts back home in Three. "If they wanted to draw us all to one place, why would they make us work so hard to find it?"(edited)

royce

"because it's a game," royce said seriously. his voice cut through the brief silence like a hot knife through butter. he allowed his gaze to linger on the waters for a few more seconds before wrapping an arm around ember to stabilize himself. "and it's fun, fun, fun, dude. didn't you know that?" he ended sarcastically.

ember

ember rolled his eyes with a shake of his head. "well, what do you think's waiting at the location on this map? it could be something incredible, and it could be a bomb, or more of those weird birds, or something worse."

royce

"a bird bomb..."

demelza oberon

"I liked it a lot better, when we weren't the ones playing." Demelza huffed and puffed out her cheeks in frustration. She hadn't liked the Hunger Games before, but the so-called entertainment became even worse with her own participation. "I-I don't know. I'd hope it'd be something great, considering how fancy this key is. It looks like real gold!" The female tribute gushed, bringing the key up inches in front of her face.

ember

he shuddered at the image of a bird bomb. now that was terrifying.

royce

while ember shuddered at the thought of a bird bomb, royce shuddered simultaneously at demelza's egocentrism.

ember

"do we think it's worth checking out?"

demelza oberon

Bird bombs sounded horrific, but she pushed that thought away by focusing on the shiny nature of the key. "I think it's worth a shot. There's three of us working together, even if we run into other tributes, right?"

ember

ember didn't want to say that he was the one tasked with protecting the both of them, he didn't want to think like that, but really he was the one with the weapon, when it came down to it, he would be the one stepping into danger for them both. "what do you think, love?" he asked royce

royce

the thought of getting into a fight made royce's bones shake, his muscles ache, and his mind vibrate at the thought of taking another life. thinking again of those red tufts of hair, royce felt his grip on ember's shoulder increase as he lurched forward and did what he thought would be a big batch of vomitas the heavy belch left his mouth and floated in the air, royce audibly made an "oh" sound. so, it was just a burp after all."i think that demelza should lead the charge, dude-who-i-love."

demelza oberon

The somewhat familiar belch erupting from Royce's mouth instantly made her scrunch up her nose. If vomit expelled from his system again, Demelza trusted Ember would help Royce recover. She rose her brow and stared at the maps again, as if she understood them fully. "I think that's an excellent idea." She chirped, always loving to be the leader in most situations.

royce

"see?"

ember

he wanted to be kind and nice, but the idea of dem leading the pack made him a little concerned. however, she seemed excited about the idea, so who was he to rob her of the opportunity? "okay, sounds good to me."

royce

"onward, then, demelza," royce said as energetically as he could muster. he had become accustomed to his overall lack of strength. the withdrawals were still kicking his ass, and the boy wondered if he'd ever know peace anytime soon. as he stole a glance at ember, royce decided that that wasn't a likely scenario.

ember

ember stood up, gathering his backpack and his items and holding them out to both. "anyone wanna store anything in here? i don't mind carrying things."

demelza oberon

"Great, it's settled then." Demelza grinned. She deposited her hand sanitizer, bottle, and half packet of fried fruit in Ember's backpack for later. The young woman pocketed her small retractable knife in her boot once more, just in case they needed it. "Okay, follow me!" She remarked with gusto, holding up her map with purpose. With a spring in her step, she lead the charge in what she believed might be the right direction.

#78.games #games.day5

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carolightpenvenys · 6 years

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DEADLY NIGHTSHADE- CHAPTER 3

A/N: just to let y’all know i flew my own wig writing this one, please let me know what u think!!!

Chapter 3: damn, i wish i was your lover

T/W: References to dead body/body parts, references to sex (not in the same bit tho!)

“I just need to speak to Mr Carne on the phone,” Caroline was rolling her eyes and scribbling furiously on her legal pad. “And by that I mean Drake, not you.”

Dwight smiled as he stood in the doorway of her office- she hadn’t noticed he was there yet.

“So you’ll bring him in in an hour? Because he can’t drive right.” Caroline furiously scribbled actual man child on her pad, but obviously Dwight couldn’t see this. “Right, see you at 10am.” And with that she slammed the phone down.

“So I assume you had Drake Carne on the phone?” Dwight came and sat in the chair by Caroline’s desk.

“Oh,” Caroline raised her eyebrows. “I fucking wish.” Her hair was out of her Amy Santiago like bun today and instead piled on her head with about three pens slotted in. She hadn’t bothered with makeup as it was clear she had been up all night trying to crack the case. “It was his brother Sam Carne and apparently his fucking carer. I think we have reached a dead end- this man can hardly tie a shoelace.”

“So Sam wouldn’t let you speak to Drake?”

“No he hasn’t seen him in days, apparently he’s moved in with his sister Demelza and her husband Ross to grieve. But he promises to have him here by 10am.”

“Ah.” Dwight sighed. “I guess this is Ross Poldark’s involvement in it all.”

“Oh so he’s,” Caroline grabbed another pen and drew on her existing spider diagram, “This Ross? Oh man if Drake goes down he may never work again- you’ll be stuck with me forever,” she let out a tired laugh but when she met Dwight’s eye he was just smiling directly at her.

“I can think of worse things.”

POLICE INTERVIEW WITH SUSPECT:

MR DRAKE CARNE (LOVER OF THE DECEASED, POSSIBLE WITNESS): DC

DET. CAROLINE PENVENEN: CP

DR DWIGHT ENYS (M.E): DE

( THE WITNESS IS INCREDIBLY EMOTIONAL)

CP: Mr Carne, to clear up, what was your relationship with the deceased?

DC: You couldn’t understand

CP: I’m going to damn well try.

DE: Explain as best you can, Drake.

DC: I swear nothing happened whilst she was married, I would never!

CP: Let the record state the witness is inconsolable.

DE: Drake, I need you to answer my questions but I’m on your side. Do the words Atropa Belladonna mean anything to you?

CP: Or deadly nightshade?

DC: Is that some kind of code because I’d rather know the truth.

DE: No, we believe it may be the murder weapon.

CP: Drake, do you think there stands any reason that Morwenna would attempt to take her own life? Let the record show the witness probably needs a break before answering this question.

DC: No. She would never.

DE: Any reason you hold this opinion?

DC: It sounds stupid. But we always said we’d wait for each other through everything- she never wanted that marriage, you need to understand that-

CP: Are you suggesting her marriage was forced or arranged?

DC: Arranged definitely. We were in love.

DE: Who arranged this marriage?

DC: George Warleggan. (Note: GW from previous interview).

CP: Finally, where were you between the late afternoon and midnight on the night in question? It’s a large window I know but due to the poisoning, it could have taken her hours to die- we need any information we can get from anyone who might have seen her.

DC: You’re lucky- Sunday is a Poldark family day. I’m sure if you speak to my sister, Ross or Sam they can confirm I was awake and with them until way past midnight. Possibly until about 2am.

END OF INTERVIEW

“I bought lunch!” Dwight strolled into Caroline’s office to find added to her dishevelled appearance, a rather cute pair of glasses as she drew lines between suspects.

“Fuck, we are going to definitely bring George Warleggan back in and he’s going to definitely have a lawyer. Oh, thank you for the Pad Thai.” She smiled warmly at his efforts. “Any more information about the body?”

“Ok so the time of death is confirmed midnight, she ingested the poison, probably via a drink as her stomach was empty. An interesting concept considering part of her husband’s story concerned a Sunday lunch earlier in the day.”

“Ooh Doctor Enys, you’re really digging up the bodies today, if you’ll pardon the pun. So between these three here,” she pointed to George, Osborne and Elizabeth, “there’s some kind of lie going on.”

“I would say at least one of them knows more than they let on. Maybe they saw something they didn’t want to see.” Dwight shrugged. “But your guess is honestly as good as mine- I’m not a detective after all.”

“And yet you’re here.” Caroline took her glasses off and took a moment to appreciate Dwight. A moment she soon took back, “Fuck I’m blind.”

Dwight found the whole situation rather endearing, “Yes, I’m here, and you’re here.”

“And we’re going to… solve a case?”

“Something like that.”

As Dwight passed Caroline a lab coat to allow her near to the body, she thought out loud, “I just think it’s so weird you’re vegan right- but you literally open bodies for a living.”

Dwight put down his scalpel on the tray, amused, “Even if I ate meat, which I don’t, I wouldn’t eat other humans Caroline.”

She sat on the counter where his computer was, her legs swinging back and forth. “I guess I never thought of it this way. Why did you even become a medical examiner?”

“Not for the fame.” Dwight sighed. “When I tell women I work in a morgue, it’s the world’s biggest turn off. They look at my hands and think ‘oh shit, he just touched dead bodies.’”

“No but seriously though,” Caroline enquired further. “What got you here. In the morgue.”

Dwight sighed. “Being a doctor is hard. I couldn’t cope when my patients died on me- so I thought at least with the morgue you could kind of wash your hands of that a bit. Still fucking depressing. Plus telling people I solve murders is cool, even if I actually don’t.”

There was a silence, but it was a contemplative one. “What about you, Miss Stately Home?”

“Ah, you remembered,” Caroline said, an ounce of bitterness in her voice. “Maybe I did it to avoid being Miss Stately Home.”

Dwight turned away from threading the needle to look at her. “Believe me, you’re a lot more than that. You know, catching all those smooth criminals.”

“Oh my God!” Caroline put her head in her hands. “Why do you have to say stuff like that?”

“Stuff like what?” Dwight replied, stitching with a steady hand.

“You’re just… Such a catch. Like look at you! You remember literally everything about me, even my ringtone. You are always giving me these motivational talks, plus you’re like so cute.”

She stopped when she realised Dwight had put the needle down. “Caroline, do you really think that?”

“Ugh forgive me.” She put her hands over her eyes. “It’s way less embarrassing when I can’t look you in the eyes. I’m way too fucking blunt, I’m literally a mess I drink and swear too much and I caught myself in the mirror and I just thought wow he must really like me if he hasn’t even commented on how I look like a literal trolley lady today but now I’ve made a massive dick of myself-”

“Caroline.” This time he was so close, she could feel his presence and his hands firmly on her thighs where she was sat.

She took her hands off her eyes. “Oh my God.” She whispered. “What are we doing?” But he only got closer and closer and she shivered slightly. “You better not be leading me on here, you’ve taken your gloves off and everything… are we going to bang in a morgue?”

“What?” Dwight backed away from her slightly. “No. I’m a gentleman, I’ll at least take you back to my apartment.”

“You know,” Caroline giggled. “I’m glad we are discussing this. As two professionals, I pledge we just fuck it out of our systems, come back Monday morning and just, you know, solve the case. No one will ever know the difference.”

“I take no issue with that.” Dwight nodded seriously. “Who knows, it could be an educational experience.”

They were suddenly interrupted by the clock striking five. “Don’t you just fucking love it when everything comes together?”

Yeah. He fucking did.

#poldark #caroline x dwight #caroline penvenen #dwight enys #morwenna chynoweth #drake carne #morwenna x drake #ross poldark #sam carne #demelza carne #fic #au

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prairiechzhead · 7 years

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Poldark S3 Rewatch

I spent Poldark Eve rewatching all of the season 3 episodes so far. Some things that bugged me at first, don’t, and there are other things I didn’t notice at first that now kind of bug me a bit. Then there are things I still like.

So here is a list of what bugs me and what doesn’t after binge-watching episodes 1-6.

Demelza’s 24/7 cleavage bugs me. It bothers me because it’s historically inaccurate. There may be times where showing a bit of cleavage is okay, like at parties and formal events. But during the daytime? And while gardening and doing chores? Women wore fichus during the daytime for modesty.

Verity’s presence in S3E2 could have been left out and it would not have changed the story. I didn’t have an opinion on this at first, but now I do agree with people who said that changing up things so Blamey’s packet ship was in danger took away from Caroline’s anguish. It does.

The gifting of the storage barn to Sam & the Methodists in S3E3. There are two things that bug me about it. First, Demelza does it out of spite because Ross stayed behind in France. I get that she’s angry and scared. But giving something to her brothers because she’s pissed off at her husband is pretty immature and petty. The second thing that bothers me is that even though she does make a valid point about having to make decisions about things in Ross’s absence, in reality, the legal system and culture of the 1790s say otherwise. A married couple could be egalitarian in their own homes, but in the eyes of the law, they were not. This was known as coverture. Basically, it meant that a married woman had no rights. Her rights were subsumed by her husband. According to Blackstone’s Commentaries on English Law, a woman’s legal existence did not exist during marriage. Only the husband had the legal right to enter into contracts, etc. Demelza had no legal right to gift that storage building to the Methodists. In the books (drink!), I believe Ross gave them a cottage that they could use for their meeting house.

The “Valentine sure doesn’t look like ______.” is old. We get it. Valentine might be Ross’s child. You don’t need to beat us over the head with this.

Too much material they’re trying to cover and not enough time to cover it.

All of the things we complain about aren’t all Debbie’s fault. This is also on the directors and the producers, too. Watch the opening credits and you will see that there are different producers this series.

I don’t like that they had Dwight’s rescue happen before the toad prank and Drake’s arrest. I know it’s for Drama and whatnot, but doing it this way and then making the reason that Morwenna marries Rev. Creepworth be that she made this “noble” sacrifice to save her true love from the noose feels too much like an over-the-top plot device used in a soap opera. In the book (drink!), George never sent off the letter to Whitworth relieving him of his obligation in the engagement. Drake found out that Morwenna was married when he came back from France. I like how the book handled this better because it doesn’t feel like an over-the-top soap opera plot device.

I also still do not like how the toad thing was embellished from the books--i.e. Ross put toads down George’s pants when they were kids. This never happened in the books (drink!). If George hates toads, then he hates toads. I hate rodents. My hatred of rodents has zero to do with the kids who bullied me in school. Why does George’s hatred of toads have to be connected to Ross? And speaking of this....

I still hate George’s obsession with Ross. It makes him a weaker character, because George’s insecurities have to do more with fitting in than being in a feud with one person. He can dislike Ross without having to be paranoid and believe that Ross is sitting around and concocting plots to undermine George.

Sam Carne is growing on me. In E6, when Demelza told him off after his speech on “carnal love”, I felt sympathy for him. The poor kid has never experienced romantic love/carnal love. He’s only been told that carnal love is sin. He’s never loved someone romantically and had someone love him back that way. Cut him some slack!

Not enough Dwight & Caroline. You have 3 episodes to rectify this, although I am not holding my breath.

Elizabeth’s laudanum habit has the feel of a “hey, let’s introduce this story where Liz gets hooked on the 18th century version of Mother’s Little Helper, but then abandon it after two episodes.” Why even make a point of showing this to us if it’s going nowhere?

Still hate that Henshawe had to die. #RIP Henshawe.

Reverend Osbourne Whitworth is the oiliest, slimiest, creepiest person I have ever seen on TV. I think he managed to ruin toe-sucking as a kink for many, many people. But hats’ off to Christian Brassington for playing oily and creepy to the hilt, because he’s doing a damned good job at that.

I liked Drake & Morwenna in the books, but I think that there is too much attention on them at the expense of other characters. Again, I think this goes back to having too much material to cover and not enough time allotted to cover it.

Agree? Disagree? The ask box is open.

I will probably write another one of these when I can binge on all nine episodes. We haven’t even gotten to the whole Hugh Armitage thing yet. I will be interested in seeing if my opinion changes at all on any of this. The more I watch, the more things I pick up that I missed before. Or I see something in a different light.

#poldark #poldark s3 rewatch

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rainpuddle13 · 4 years

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Yay! 5, 12 and 48! 👍🏼👏🏼❤️

Thank you for the ask, my love! 💖💖

5 - What fanfic of yours should everyone have read?

Answered for another ask here

12 - Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

Probably make them laugh. I can’t seem to write angst worth a damn so that lets out the heart breaking. I’m a Fluffy McFlufferson sort when it comes down to storytelling generally, but I can write humor apparently given the right sort of character (which Joshua seems to be).

48 - What is your favorite sentence that you’ve used in a fanfic?

It’s more than a sentence, but an exchange between Ross, Demelza, and his father Joshua. I’ve had this mostly written for years as part of a conversation snippet that came to me and I had to write the story around it so I could finally share it. This is from Ex Libris Chapter VI

"You must miss her terribly," Demelza said quietly, reaching out to put a comforting hand on the older man’s arm.

His father's dark eyes grew watery. "Not a day goes by that I do not think of her."

"I would be almost afraid to love someone so much." She wasn’t in a much better state herself with tears brimming in her blue eyes.

Joshua said, looking past Demelza and straight at Ross, "We must get past our fears of hurt and rejection, for those are just a fact of living, in order to experience the truest of loves."

Demelza dabbed carefully at her eyes with the handkerchief his father had somehow managed to produce from the pockets of his cardigan. "You did, didn't you?"

"Yes, my dear, for about a dozen years. There is no gain without substantial risk. Gracie was the only woman who has ever truly mattered in my life. I was at peace when I was married to her.”

“I wish I could’ve known her,” Demelza said wistfully. “She sounds like a remarkable woman.”

“She had to be to put up with the likes of me,” Joshua told her, “but a part of her is still here in Ross. He’s much like her in many ways, but he does have my wild streak in him when the mood strikes just right.”

Ross found himself having to swallow hard to hold back his emotions. Not once in his life could he remember hearing his father speak of his mother in such a way. Her sudden death had left his father barely able to function. It was he who had been left to console his six year old brother. So his mother was always a topic that he was afraid to broach with his father, especially as a ten year old boy who needed him so very much in that moment, so they each grieved her in silence. Claude Anthony's illness and death barely a year later had served to only widen the gulf between them. Much of his actual raising had been left to Jud and Prudie after that. As a teenager, he resented his father for all the women who had followed, none lasting longer than a few weeks at best, and never entertained at Nampara. But now, as an adult, with time and experience, he could see none of those women had ever held a candle to his mother. They were just a temporary bandage to cover a gaping wound that would never heal.

#pud fic #on writing #osmarinamo

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rjshepherd · 5 years

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Poldark season 4 ep6

Honestly if season 4 was the last one I saw id stop watching because everything is horrible and I don’t watch tv to suffer. Im not enjoying this as much as 3 .

Its good to see ross make a difference and George get fucked over a picket fence at every turn hes spent 4 seasons getting what he wants its nice to see him get shut down. i guess the main plot is ross time in parliament but its a little all over the shop. They’ve just put so much up in the air with only 3 eps left to resolve it on but i suppose they did it with s5 so i have no reason to believe they cant fix everything by the end.

I like that mel is smiling at her husband being away for so long now, rather than being angry

Wow ok the prime minister ? Ok ross making big friends thats good?

Oh shit Cary I missed you.

idk why i like seeing Cary. hes a dick.

“how tragic” lmao George. you could not be less sincere if you tried.

Geoffrey Charles reminds me of my brother. Doesn’t learn his fucking lesson.

Guess that makes me ross.

Well at least hes like francis and not George.

Elizabeth “ damnit hes got that look on his face again.” Warleggan

seriously ive said it before and ill say it again, 99% of the cornish women we watch time is spent putting out fires.

Drake don’t be like that.

Liz looking so happy when she realizes she pregnant . its so precious. her behind the scenes just has her sitting like a lil chubby penguin eating snacks and i luv.

Aaand back to morwenna being sad. I hate this story line. I just want her to be happy for like 5 minutes.

Shes such a good mom. I love liz. All these posts are just be loving elizabeth and im not even remotely sorry

All these people do is drink. It’s a wonder any of them can stand up straight.

Geoffry Charles drinking georges money is so funny to me. hes literally pissing it away hahah.

Demelza ONCE AGAIN saving the day.

Christ carriages look uncomfortable.

WHERE WOULD CORNWALL BE WITHOUT DEMELZA?!?!?

oh damn it didnt work? this is strange. i dont like it.

God damn rosina, spilling the truth all over drakes lapels.

“are we to be thwarted by a scullery maid.” Yea. As you have been, several times. George you shit pot stirrer. I love him but I could slap him so fucking hard.

Im glad ross and elizabeth are friends, just friends.

too bad she dies.

Carolight is back! Im glad someone is happy for a change.

How can you read in a lumpy carriage ???

“I've grown used to it” georges bullshit? Well that makes one of us.

Cornwall once more comes down with a terrible case of “ everythings gone to shit” disease. I hope its not fatal.

Damn sam. I like this version of you. Standing up for ur lil brother.

St john being pronounced sin-gin is dumb.

Ross using his superpower. Talking to people.

Oh damn 4 seasons in and ross finally ASKS for mel’s opinion.

Just let Demelza handle things honestly. Shes a negotiator

Did….di.

Did sam just suggest morwenna for drake????

I c

Can

Im having a stroke

“I own the borough” reverend halse face talking to george is a big fucking mood.

Hoe don’t do it.

Oh my god ross stop.

Elizabeths strategic faint was amazing. She is amazing.

Oh and shes doing the lil sippy sip from her cup when shes anxious/lying I love it.

Morwenna is pregnant again?! Eww.

Wait john conan is an only child

Oh god.

Can this POOR WOMAN NOT CATCH 1 (ONE) BREAK.

Oh lord I would not be that close to an open flame in those dresses.

George loves elizabeth so much.

Ross is a banker now???

Hes more like George than he realises. Although ross is for all George is for one so…

Awk wee mel getting a holiday to londoohBUT SHES LEAVING THE BABIES BEHIND noooo

Oh shit heres my fav part

Liz telling George shes pregnant

Look at his lil face. He loves her so much. Its so sweet. I cant get over it

Ross and Demelza being all married and sweet is so fucking cute

Everyone is so cute.

Ok I think I liked this one a little better. Wenna is still making me sad. I know it works out in the end but still. And George and liz being sweet is just hyping up the tragedy, I can almost taste it. I just want things to freeze here so I can get the maximum amount of people happy before something else fucked happens.

I remember lady wantwit vowing revenge but does anything ever come of that? Drake has already been in jail, almost hanged and had his forge burned twice, its hard to imagine how they’d accuse him without it being stale. What about rowella? Does her husband get scat up? Going to watch the last 2 tomorrow because I need time to recover.

#poldark #poldark season 4 #ross poldark #demelza poldark #elizabeth warleggan #george warleggan #this post nearly died as i was typing and i thought id lose it #drake carne #sam carne #morwenna whitworth #caroline enys #dwight enys

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New Beginnings

A/N: for anon, who requested some Enys family fluff, which I think is much needed! I hope you enjoy it, friends! You can also read it on AO3 here. Let me know what you think! xo

It had been four years since Sarah passed, and though the wound had begun to heal, it had left an indisputable scar on them. One which neither of them was particularly keen to rupture.

However, when they had returned from their long-overdue honeymoon in Edinburgh in September 1801, Caroline had apprehensively informed Dwight that she believed was with child. The strongest emotion they both felt was fear, initially, but they had ultimately both agreed it was time to set the past to one side - though not to forget Sarah, never that. But it was time to look to the future, and they must try to appreciate the blue in the sky, and not lament the lingering grey cloud that loomed over them threatening to spoil what they had, as it once almost did. One should not cling to what has passed and forget to enjoy what is.

Sophie was born in spring with all the difficulty of Sarah; Caroline had an exceedingly long and agonising labour, and Dwight had privately despaired that she would likely not have the strength when the time came to deliver the child. But all had come well in the end, and Sophie was the very spitting image of her mother, to Dwight’s eternal delight.

“I must bear you a son who is the very image of you in return,” Caroline had teased one morning as Dwight encouraged Sophie to move her little feet from the chair she held herself up on over to where Dwight was crouched with his arms outstretched. “How odious it is to be forced to look at a mini version of oneself every day!” Despite her claim, she loved Sophie very much - too much, she thought, knowing the dangers of such strong attachments. To Nanny’s endless frustration, no doubt, Caroline spent much time with the child - doting on her, singing to her, dressing her, even changing her. For all of her claims to Dwight that she was never meant to be a mother, Dwight did not know of a better or more caring one.

They spent much time together and enjoyed their family time immensely, often extending invitations for all of the Poldarks to join them at Killewarren for luncheon or a picnic in the woods. On Sundays, they would walk the length of the beach in place of attending church. It was a quiet and peaceable life that the three Enyses and an ageing Horace enjoyed in their small corner of Cornwall.

That is why, one bright, autumn morning, Dwight had uncharacteristically very near collapsed onto the bed when Caroline broke the news that she was once again with child, as she cradled five-month-old Sophie in arms.

“So soon? Are you sure?” His eyes were wide and his lips slack. His eyes lingered over his wife’s form, desperately searching for any indication that she spoke the truth.

Caroline shot him a look. “Quite sure, Dr Enys,” she insisted, a note of panic in her voice as she bounced a wailing Sophie up and down softly. “Oh, Dwight, how could this happen? How is it we could have no children for three years and then two in such quick succession?” It was all so overwhelming. She had barely gotten used to being a mother again, and soon she would have two children to care for!

Dwight got up and wrapped his arms around his wife and daughter, his apprehension dissipating as his face broke into a grin. “How very blessed we are, my love.” He kissed Caroline’s forehead and took a disgruntled Sophie from her, who instantly calmed as she sensed her father’s soothing energy and calm demeanour.

Caroline’s mouth twitched. “That’s easy for you to say, Dr Enys! I have yet to recover from the ordeal of bringing Madam mayhem here into the world.” She smiled fondly at her daughter, who, in Caroline’s mind, was worth every second of the unbearable agony.

“I have yet to recover also!” He laughed, though a shiver travelled up his spine as he thought of how close she had been to The Valley of Death. He wondered if she was aware of that.

Caroline took Sophie’s hand and waved it gently, looking up at her husband from beneath her long eyelashes. “Shall you cry again?” she teased her husband with a grin. He controlled a smile and rolled his eyes at her. “Papa does fuss terribly over us, my angel,” she murmured, smiling affectionately at them both.

On a sunny day in February, their third child - another girl! - was born with blessed ease and swiftness. Dwight had very near danced a jig as he informed his two dearest friends - Ross and Demelza, who waited patiently in the small library with their own children - that there was another Enys girl. Caroline had privately been initially disappointed not to have borne a mini Dwight, though soft brown hair covered the crown of the youngest girl’s head and her eyes were kind and as blue as the Cornish sea, and so Caroline declared victory. She had named her Meliora. Dwight had named Sarah, and they agreed on Sophie before she was born if she were to be a girl, so now it was Caroline’s turn. She delighted in the surprised faces that people pulled as she announced her daughter’s unique name to anyone who would listen.

“A person is only as good as their name,” Caroline had informed Dwight in response to his sceptical expression upon hearing his youngest child’s name in the hours following her birth, “and I mean for her to have a place in society. What better way than to have such an alluring name?”

Dwight considered this for a moment, deciding to try the name on his tongue as he fidgeted with his newborn’s tiny feet. “Hello, Meliora,” he whispered. The babe seemed to register her name and opened her eyes to look at her father, intrigued by the sound of his deep voice. She would be beautiful, he thought. Dwight was convinced. “It’s a beautiful name, my love. Unusual,” he commented with a laugh, “but beautiful.”

“I have unusual yet impeccable taste, as you well know,” Caroline retorted lightly, unable to tear her eyes from the new arrival.

Dwight kissed his wife’s hairline. “Shall I fetch young miss Sophie to be introduced to her sister?”

Caroline smiled widely, her heart so full in that moment she feared it would burst. “Oh, yes, please fetch her! Was she alright during all of this?” Caroline stroked Meliora’s cheek.

“Yes, I believe so.” Dwight stood, making to leave, but lingered a moment at the end of the bed to stare proudly at his wife and child. As emotion welled up in him, he discreetly exited the room and wiped away a tear as he closed the door behind him.

Dwight returned sometime later, Sophie’s small arms around his neck as he balanced the fourteen-month-old against his ribcage. Before Dwight had entered the room, he could hear Caroline singing softly to Meliora, though she ceased when he turned the doorknob and acted as though she had never sung to any of her children in her life. How sentimental.

“Mama!” Sophie cooed, immediately attempting to wriggle out of her father’s grasp, her little arms outstretched ready to receive one of Mama’s special hugs.

“Wait, wait,” Dwight admonished his eldest as he sat down beside his wife on the bed. “Careful, now, my little love. Be gentle. This is your new sister, Meliora.” Dwight and Caroline exchanged a somewhat nervous glance as the toddler padded a few steps across the bed and examined the child in the bundle of blankets.

Sophie reached out a hand to touch the baby’s feet but paused and looked to her father, as though asking permission. Dwight and Caroline smiled slightly and nodded.

“Hello, Meli,” Sophie shrieked as she sought to play with her sister. She babbled nonsense to her - her speech still developing - and gently played with the newborn’s tiny fingers. Caroline had to blink to back tears. Damned hormones.

“Papa, doll!” Sophie ordered with a squeak as she clapped her hands together in excitement. She would finally have someone to play dolls with other than Nanny and Mama, who both weren’t very good.

Dwight made a face, fearing an emotional meltdown. “I’m sorry, my sweet, but Meliora must sleep. You will have to wait a while until she can play dolls with you. Mama needs rest too; she is very tired, do you understand?” He stroked her wild blonde curls.

She shook her head, and her small lip began to tremble. “Want stay,” Sophie whimpered, wanting to remain with her Mama after not being allowed to see her for an entire day. Nanny had been in a state of despair trying to calm the child as she wailed for both of her parents, while both of them were otherwise preoccupied bringing her sister safely into the world. The eldest Enys girl presently clung to Dwight’s torso, her little fingers gripping the soft fabric of his nightshirt.

Dwight shot Caroline a quizzical look, and she nodded, carefully shifting so as not to wake the now sleeping newborn. “You want to stay? Mama and I need to sleep, Soso, we’re exhausted. That means you'll have to sleep also, is that alright?” Dwight kissed her forehead and rubbed her back.

Caroline rolled her eyes slightly as she placed Meliora into the Moses basket next to the bed. “Will you ever cease with that ridiculous nickname, Dr Enys?” She pulled the coverlet over her and carefully shifted towards Dwight, resting her head on his shoulder. “Sophie,” she enunciated before continuing, “is a perfectly elegant name, as is Meliora. Our girls could be the crème de la crème of not only Cornwall society but of London society. They could marry a viscount, or perhaps even an earl, or a marquess or-“

“- a penniless country doctor?” Dwight suggested with a smirk.

Caroline propped herself up on her elbow and grinned. Sophie was already fast asleep beside her father, having fallen asleep soon after he began playing with her curls, and Caroline wagered there was not a child in all the world who slept so deeply and peaceably as Sophie Enys. Caroline leaned forward and kissed her husband. The kiss was surprisingly deep, considering how little energy they both had. “No,” Caroline murmured gently between kisses, a smile playing on her lips. “They must do as I say, not as I do.”

Dwight grinned against her mouth and brought a hand up to cup her face as he kissed her again. “Bully for that.”

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Like old times

A/N: written for day 1 of @fuckyeahdwightcaroline's carolight fanfic week! This is a missing moment set between episodes 6 and 7 of season 3. WARNING: cavity inducing fluff, call ur dentist. *throws candy floss into the air* Enjoy, friends! xo ~~~~~~~~~~ Two thoroughbred horses trotted side by side in the warm August sun. One of the rider's, Caroline, babbled excitedly about how Clowance, she swore it, had said her name upon her visit to Nampara yesterday. Dwight knew, given that Clowance was scarce 9 months old, that it was quite impossible that she had managed to say a word as multisyllabic as 'Caroline', but he would not spoil his wife's childlike excitement. He thought she looked especially beautiful today, wearing a purple cloak he had never seen before. He wore an old black waistcoat and his favourite grey coat. They both suited him well, of course, but Caroline would much prefer to see him in some of the more fashionable pieces she had recently bought. Although, so long as he wore anything besides that blue naval uniform, he could very well be in his breeches for all she could care. She pulled on the reins until her horse came to a halt, an idea forming in her head. "My dear, do you see the sand dunes just over there?" She pointed straight ahead. "Shall we race, like old times?" He smiled at her. "Why not?" She returned his smile. "On my count. One... two...," she spurred her horse. "Three!" She giggled competitively as she sped across the meadow. "Damn it!" Dwight determinedly spurred his horse and chased his cheating wife; managing to catch up with her just before they reached their agreed finish line. "You're an accomplished rider, my dear." She had to admit she was quite impressed with his ability to match her pace, especially given he was not yet fully recovered, in body or spirit. "Am I not a man of many talents?" "The use of which would not be possible, were it not for I," she teased him in fond remembrance. "I believe." They beamed at each other. It may have been two years since that exchange on the beach but the passing of time had not lessened the butterflies that fluttered violently within their stomachs. She glanced sideways at him before dismounting her horse and stumbling down the sand dunes. His cheeks were noticeably fuller and only a few marks from the sores remained on his neck. "My prescription of fresh air and oranges appears to be working wonders," she commented, satisfied with the improvement. He approached her with a warm smile on his face - that familiar smile which fully reached his eyes again - and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "You forget your other antidote: kisses without end," he murmured, pecking his lips repeatedly. "I daresay it has been as valuable as its predecessors." "As you say, Dr. Enys. Kisses are the cure for everything!" She linked arms with him and began their traditional peaceful Sunday walk, while the majority of the county attended church. She pointed towards the rocky features on the other side of the beach. "Demelza tells me of The Holy Well. It is found in a hollow between the rocks over there and," she paused for dramatic effect. "It is said that any wish one makes there is destined to come true. Shall we go wander?" She smiled up at him and tugged him along girlishly. He quickly, but carefully, blocked her way and placed a finger under her chin and lifted it up until her lips brushed against his. He grinned and looked into her eyes, which were somehow bluer than the clear sky above them. "If you wish so, my love. But I've no need. I have all that I wish for right here."

#carolight #Poldark #dwight enys #caroline penvenen #Poldark fanfic

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doctors chapter 5- a penvenys au

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The days dragged for Dwight as he diagnosed more coronary heart disease, the occasional bout of flu and on one particularly exciting day, diabetes.

It was a Wednesday or maybe a Tuesday when he arrived in his office after changing a piss bag for some older patients and he went to his desk, expecting to find his lunch (which he did find- the grossest sandwich he'd ever seen and a kinder bueno) but instead found a note with his name on it in cursive print. It was addressed to Dwight but when he opened the flap, he saw it started:

Dear Dr Enys

It is really really boring on the new ward? It is full of people who aren't sick but are almost entirely hypochondriacs. I am in bed 73 now in case you were lost trying to find me.

It's been fine but a little bit of bad news- they had to break another rib as the cage wasn't aligning properly. It's fine though- I promised I wouldn't scream and I didn't.

My bed mate Michelle in number 72 (I am 73) has become my new garden friend but her conversation is not nearly as stimulating as yours. However her daughter bought her a flower press for her birthday and she let me borrow it so I hope you get the attached flower!

See you (hopefully) soon

Caroline

He stared down at the bluebell on the table, expressionless. He literally couldn't even calculate a response to this note. The tone of it was almost- seeking of companionship from someone lonely and Dwight felt desperately that although Demelza was her best friend, she shouldn't blockade everyone else off so she's her only friend. He felt sorry for her but he also wanted to reassure her that she was alright and potentially give her an ice pack for her bruised ribs.

But he couldn't, that was unprofessional

To: Verity

hey could you check caroline has an ice pack for her ribs and isn't feeling too lonely

hey could you check caroline has an ice pack for her ribs

Hey could you check Miss Penvenen has an ice pack for her ribs?

He felt proud with the professional way he was tackling this problem until he received a reply.

From: Verity

Can't you check it yourself? I'm not due to visit until this afternoon sorry xx

He sighed, knowing what he had to do. Did he have to do it? Before he knew it he'd stumbled onto the right ward and was looking for bed 73.

“Dr Enys.” Caroline said from behind the sheet. “I thought you'd never come.”

Damn it, she must've seen his silhouette. He absolutely couldn't do this. He could feel his palms become sweaty with guilt and before he could give it a second thought he left the ward.

He told himself he'd made the right decision as he ran a hand through his hair out of pure stress and knew he'd prefer this to getting a bollocking from Demelza later.

Maybe he could help Caroline but without direct contact maybe? He knew Demelza had clocked out a few hours ago as it was her day off.

Dwight Enys 2:40

Hey just saying if you need a friend to help you out at all with Sarah or to walk Horace or anything, I'm here to help :)

Dwight Enys 2:43

Maybe I'm overstepping sorry

Dwight Enys 2:45

Don't worry

Demelza Carne 2:50

Hey! Don't be a silly goose!! But honestly I'm fine Caroline is due to be discharged later this week even as soon as tomorrow maybe so we are fine :) I just want her to be safe so maybe staying away from all things Caroline would do you good you know? Lots of love, see you tomorrow!

He sighed. There was really very little he could do.

Feeling powerless, he headed into the break room where Ross was sat looking as tired as he felt.

“Here.” Dwight reached into his bag. “Have a kinder bueno.”

“I thought you'd never ask.” Ross sighed in relief but Dwight took a step back because he could only hear it in Caroline Penvenen’s voice.

“Dwight are you ok?” Ross asked in confusion.

“Yeah. Just tired.” Dwight replied almost too hastily. He had to throw Ross off the scent.

“Ah.” His face softened. “I feel you. Haven't slept in days.”

“Have you been walking Horace recently?” Dwight decided to slip in a sly question. He wasn't going to let this slip.

“Wait,” Ross nearly choked on his bueno. “You know about Horace?”

Dwight pursed his lips. “Yes. And Sarah.”

“And how do you think of Caroline now?” Ross enquired.

“No different to before.” Dwight didn't even hesitate. In a way he was lying because he did worry for Caroline’s independence and recovery a little more but overall, she was still the same innocent woman who sat among the bluebells with him the other day.

Ross sighed. “Demelza is an idiot. I love her but she's an idiot.”

Dwight raised his eyebrows in shock, “You love her?”

“This isn't about me and you know it.” Ross cut him off. “She's told you to stay away from Caroline but honestly it's just going to bring you closer together.”

“Not true.” Dwight stole the other half of Ross’s bueno and bit into it. “I ignored her just this morning.”

There was a tense silence anticipating Ross’s answer. “Verity told me you texted her.”

Damn it Verity. “Why did she rat me out?”

“She's my cousin Dwight. Anyway- if it counts, I won't say anything to Demelza.”

“You won't need to.” And at that point, Dwight screwed up the bueno wrapper and stood up, walking out of the break room in silence. He hadn't meant to sound so angsty, it wasn't really in his nature. He checked his schedule and saw he had few appointments that afternoon so he could just relax as he entered his office and-

“Verity?”

She looked caught red handed as her eyes widened dropping something on the floor.

A piece of paper.

Was that?

“I can explain-” she started but Dwight held a hand up, indicating that it was his turn to speak. I think he'd just about earned his right.

“What's that?” He gestured to the paper on the floor, already half knowing what it was.

“Don't be angry…” Verity looked genuinely concerned and Dwight had to end this.

“Angry?” He smiled. “I'm not angry, just a bit confused.” Which was true.

Her face instantly relaxed and Dwight felt so guilty for putting her under pressure. She moved a piece of hair behind her ear, barely making eye contact. “Caroline is desperate to see you.”

“I don't know why.”

“Dwight I'm going to have to ask you not to be so coy,” Verity said in the nicest way possible. “You know she’s so lonely up there, she gets no visitors. Plus your trip to the gardens meant a lot to her and sounded dead romantic I-”

“Wait, you know about that?” Dwight was mortified.

“She's so lonely Dwight.” She picked up the card and placed it on the table. “Just think about it.” And with that she left him alone in the doorway of his office not knowing what was what.

He slowly approached his desk and unfolded the note once again addressed to Dwight:

Dear Dr Enys

It seems that I think of you so often that I swear I saw you through the sheet around my bed this morning. I would have got up to say hello but I actually cannot move thanks to the bruising on my ribs.

I have heard that with constant visits to physio I can go home later this week! It will be good to be home but better if you come and visit me before I leave.

If you want me to stop with letters, all you have to do is say but I will keep you posted otherwise, as you seem to be ignoring me…

Can I add you on Facebook? Is that inappropriate? It's too late I've done it now I lost a bet with Verity (the best nurse in the world).

Anyway goodbye for now

Your esteemed friend

Caroline Penvenen

Before he could think what to do he grabbed some of his official looking paper with hospital footers and transcribed a reply.

Caroline,

I will come and see you at 4pm

Your esteemed friend

Dwight Enys

He pressed it into Verity’s palm when he sought her out in the corridor with a look saying, “you know what you have to do.”

It was 3:55 and Dwight was deciding whether to be fashionably late or on time.

Why would anyone want to be deliberately late? He thought the idea ridiculous and straightened his tie, running a hand through his hair before leaving the office, mentally scolding himself for overdoing it.

She was just a patient.

He tried to creep through the corridors unnoticed to get to Caroline on time. It was all going so well until-

“Dwight?”

He was stuck to the floor, unable to move. Why had he left it so late? God damn him.

“Yes Keren?” He turned around, cringing a little.

“I'm not even going to ask why you look like you just soiled yourself.” She started. “But we need you to watch a body.”

“No you see I'm-”

“What was that?” Keren raised her eyebrows expectantly. “Almost everyone has clocked out, some guy comes in needing life saving surgery. I'm not even going to ask you to perform it. Just go to his private room and make sure he doesn't die or anything.”

Dwight sighed, with a lump in his throat.

He didn't get home until past 11pm that night.

In another place in this universe, Caroline Penvenen forced Verity, fairly capable of watching a body, to clock out and buy her a dress so when she met Doctor Enys in the gardens again, she looked her best.

In this same place, Caroline waited outside with Verity until way past 8pm when they sat solemnly eating hospital food and not talking about what was happening.

When Dwight got home, he had two messages, equally as heartbreaking awaiting him.

Caroline Penvenen 21:20

Dear Dr Enys

I promise to contact you no more- but did you have to make such a fool of me? I can barely look Verity in the eye now because I made such an effort just to be stood up. It was clear I misinterpreted everything and now no doubt you hate me so much that you felt you had to humiliate me. I've taken back the friend request so you don't have to feel guilty when you decline it.

Caroline

He hastily clicked on her profile, he wanted to write back, he wanted to send her a friend request to show he was sorry.

But the feature was disabled.

So he was sat looking at a sad memory, wondering how things could've turned out if he was five minutes earlier.

Then he opened the second message.

Demelza Carne 21:24

I told you not to mess around with Caroline? How could you?

#poldark #fic #dwight x caroline #demelza carne #ross poldark #verity poldark #sorry for the angst #doctorscarolightpenvenys

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LIVE POLDARK REACTIONS S3E4

i am updating this post as i watch! enjoy!!

ah the previously on poldark i remember now how shit the situation is

why do i always scour the credits just to make sure luke norris and gabriella wilde are present

meeeeEEEW MEW MEW MEW MEW MEW MEW MEWMEW MEW (how i sing the theme song)

why is george the worst

my socialist heart is bleeding for these ppl

demelza is gonna give birth alone bc she trusts noone but dwight girl SAME

how do you sleep at night? ask elizabeth fUCK ME

i’m just gonna say it now captain henshawe needs more screentime

gOOD DAY TO YOUR DAUGHTER I HAVE NEVER DABBED SO HARD

clowance tho what a name she gon be bullied at school

dr choke can choke

ah george and elizabeth reminding me why this show is letting me down where’s my dwight content

is it physically possible for me to care less about elizabeth

nervous drake this is the content i signed up for

i know y’all saying drake x morwenna is rushed but i totally get it morwenna is 100/10

uncle george hates toads shame bc he is one

my child caroline getting screentime YES

unwin trevaunance?????????????????????????? my actual fav tho

is unwin trump bc this shit sounds like alternative facts

no dwight CONTENT WHO SAID I WS READY

omg he’s dying inside caroline would dread to see him like this oh my god he’s so selfless an exceptional human

ew the ot3 are breaking up for truro :///

me: why isn’t poldark giving me meaningful content? also me: shirtless sam is the content i deserve

when bae damns his soul for you

i’m throwing hands at tom harry how DARE HE

there is no content i needed more than this christening

oH WAIT PENVENYS AS GODPARENTS YOU KNOW ME BBC

MY HUSBAND IS HERE IN SPIRIT GOODBYE

awks demelza does not ship drake x morwenna like i get what she’s saying about the patriarchy but surely she understands love look i’m confusing myself now she’s annoyingly right

morwenna deserves alot, not everything but alot

gwan drake

GWAN DRAKE shalalalalalala don’t be scared u gotta kiss da girl

the best possible treatment caroline sweetie

more dwight content??? i am being fed?????

who is lt armitage i feel like he will haunt me in years to come

ahh ross knows it’s bs but doesn’t wanna upset caroline this is tragic

ross/caroline going to see aunt agatha the content i signed up for

elizabeth being a bitch to morwenna i hate this song

ross/agatha is the best family relationship fight me

GEOFFREY CHARLES MORWENNA PIPE DOWN ABOUT THE CHRISTENING

that brat ahaha george little do u know i stan that brat

let’s hope they’re less careless with this one any emotions i had for george are null and void

mr whitworth good lord i want to vomit

oh his wife’s dead did he kill her??? he looks as if he did

i think i used to have that haircut

elizabeth is supposed to be the most beautiful in the family but M O R W E N N A

whitworth you’re now banned from saying the word pleasure

JEREMY POLDARK

JEREMY

caroline’s sad/jealous expression is actually devastating i stan gabriella wilde

oh my god dwight

i am so upset this is pure angst

is that it

will we see him again

are they giving pasties to the starving? yes to this content

why is sam dressed like a PURITAN I AM CRYING I STAN THIS MAN ALONE

holy lord is this the beginning of the dream team™

more ??? dwight???

dwight scenes but everytime it’s sad it gets faster

listen ok i only love dwight enys i want a spinoff

i am so upset for caroline i bet she knows it’s bs too she’s just trying to keep herself going

sam/ross is an enemies to lovers concept

what is drake wearing on his head

HORACE PENVENEN

caroline misses dwight so much end me

but my GIRLS

ugh from the sublime to the ridiculous hello whitworth

the shell bracelet is ugly af kudos to morwenna for being loyal to bae

caroline is honestly so beautiful it’s breathtaking

can this soundtrack win awards

drake came to truro?????? what was the point tho

they put a price on morwenna? and a cheap one too?

marry? mr whitworth? same

elizabeth you’re vile

OH THEY’RE SMUGGLING IS IS BAD I HAD 0 CLUE

oH SHIT TOM HARRY SAW THEM

caroline x demelza x prudy an iconic trio

sam’s holier than thou attitude is kinda hot don’t @/me

oh my god whitworth stop speaking

ok whitworth’s concept of consent is so freaking dodgy if he tries anything with morwenna sexually i

there’s a difference between being coy and saying no

so you’re telling me this shit they did was.. LEGAL? boRING

yeAH GEORGE YOU’RE TRESPASSING

my wife has a scene to herself this is my content

oh my god she’s thinking about dwight

he’s so freaking ill help him someone please

even when pushed to his very limits he is so selfless i love dwight i forever stan dwight

going back to caroline and she has no idea omg heart broken

ok so like i said drake x morwenna x geoffrey charles were ot3 but i change that it’s capt henshawe x ross x zachy martin

MORWENNA IS GOING HOME SHE’S CRYING WELL SAME

ross and demelza are so worried about caroline i have never related more

oh god ross knows something has to be done do i smell a JAIL BREAK

go on williams i have been rooting for you since day 1

stop with that next to die bullshit armitage

WHAT

dwight

oh my god they broke dwight

luke norris just shook me to the core can confirm i am crying

imma have a 10 minute break

ok i am back

MY OT3 MAKING PLANS

ross you legend karl marx would be proud of u

aww the carne siblings i

miss morwenna sam is me

i am pissing sam is literally like the poldark version of grumpy cat

if they think morwenna is coming back of free will they are WRONG

ok ok ok demelza ur starting to piss me off

like i get what she’s saying about drake morwenna but there’s no need to be so smug bc ur happy and they’re doomed to sadness forever

eh if only the drake x morwenna scene was dwight x caroline the only content i want

OK SO I HAVE FINISHED I HOPE U ENJOYED

1 CONCLUDING THOUGHT...

look i love we are getting fed caroline but like can she not have a plot outside romelza

pls tell me what u think in my ask!!!!!!!

SEE YOU NEXT WEEK (PLS TELL ME IF YOU’D LIKE ANOTHER)

#POLDARK #DWIGHT ENYS #ROSS POLDARK #DEMELZA CARNE #GEORGE WARLEGGAN #ELIZABETH WARLEGGAN #CAROLINE PENVENEN #PRUDY #ZACHY MARTIN #CAPTAIN HENSHAWE #OSBORN WHITWORTH #SAM CARNE #DRAKE CARNE #REACTIONS #THIS IS ALL ME

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