s2:e14

I JUST WANT ELEVEN TO BE HAPPY SHE HAS GONE THROUGH SO MUCH AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE AND DESERVES HAPPINESS ABOVE ALL ELSE, SHE WAS TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF BY A FATHER FIGURE WHO SHE THOUGHT SHE COULD TRUST FOR ALL OF HER LIFE AND SHE FINALLY GETS AWAY FROM THE LAB AND FINDS MIKE, WHO TAKES CARE OF HER ALONG WITH OTHER FRIENDS, AND THEN PUTS THEM BEFORE HERSELF AND VANISHES INTO THIN AIR TO SAVE THEM FROM THE DEMOGORGON! LET HER BE HAPPY AND DO CAREFREE LITTLE GIRL THINGS LIKE GIRLS HER AGE DESERVE TO DO!

The Waiting -- sneak peek of new fic by mmmuses

Poldark spoilers for episode 2.04. Unbetaed or edited


He paced. There wasn’t much else for him to do but pace, now that he’d managed to get Demelza back to Nampara. They’d all but torn into one another on the beach, hurling insults and invectives back and forth, each of them filled with righteous fury at the other. Until she screamed. It was a sound that ran through him like a knife from throat to his balls, and it had nearly caused his knees to buckle with fear as he’d hauled her out of the surf.

The climb to Nampara had been difficult. He’d prayed the entire way, for strength, for patience, for mercy. For the protection of the woman held so tightly in his arms, her face contorted with agony, with fear. Her contractions seemed to have come one after the other, stacked like so much cordwood, by the time he’d kicked in the door. Soaking wet, their teeth chattering with cold, the warmth of the hearth enveloped them like the softest of quilts.

“Demelza,” Ross rasped, eyes drawn to her hand, fine-boned but strong, work-reddened, clamped around the swell of her belly until her knuckles grew white with the strain. Prudie was there in a thrice, cooing then castigating Demelza in the same breath. Then Jinny flew in, Dwight on her heels. Hands pressing him up the stairs to the bedchamber.

“Have your waters broken, Demelza?” Dwight asked, pressing his hand to her forehead.

“I think so, I don’t know,” she wailed. Prudy’s fingers scrabbled at the string tying her mistress’s bodice. “Ross!”

He was by her side in an instant, gathering her hand in his. “Yes, love?” he murmured, paling at the force of her grip.

“S-sorry,” she whispered before another pain seized her.

“Go, Ross,” Dwight ordered, his eyes kind but firm. “Leave us now.”