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deep in the meadow, under the willow

a bed of grass, a soft green pillow

lay down your head, and close your eyes

and when they open, the sun will rise.

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I loved your regency!everlark fake fic! I saw that you said your regency one shot is totally different. Is there anything you can share about that fic?

Thank you so much! As for the one-shot, it originally came to me because I was seeing a lot of Regency stuff on my dash and then @peettamellarrk made a post about wanting a fic of Gale getting cucked by Peeta and my mind sort of ended up blending the two together. I had several ideas for this possible premise but the replies seemed to favor an absolutely cucked Gale. So this is not going to be a sweet wholesome proper Regency type of fic.

The premise is Captain Gale Hawthorne hires renowned artist Peeta Mellark to paint a portrait of his bride. And he'll come to regret that.

First few paragraphs under the cut:

Katniss Everdeen had no choice but to marry Captain Hawthorne.

Her father died of an unexpected illness and she, her mother, and her sister had been living off of her cousin Thom Everdeen’s temporary goodwill. He did not evict them when he moved into their former home, though Katniss knew the day would come that the three women would find themselves removed. 

Thom’s friend, Captain Gale Hawthorne, had become rich from the war and now returned, seeking a wife for his new estate. Tall, serious, dark, and handsome, he’d been the talk of the neighborhood and every eligible woman had hoped to gain his affection. However, Thom had his ear and Katniss resided in the same house during his stay and most crucially, Admiral Darius Keeper had danced thrice with Katniss at the assembly hall one evening. Not to be outdone, Captain Hawthorne proposed the next day and she could do nothing but accept. It was a good match. Advantageous for her, even, as Captain Hawthorne had reminded her during his proposal. And at twenty-four, she was unlikely to receive another offer.

They married in June and despite her mother describing what to expect of her wedding night, it still hurt as she was introduced to her wifely duties, no matter how experienced the Captain had been in preparing her. A week following the wedding, she no longer felt pain when he went inside her, but she still dreaded the evening when her husband came into her chambers. After he was done, she rolled out from under him and hoped he left. With his needs completed, he retired to his own bed.

As a wedding present and to fill his new home, Captain Hawthorne commissioned a renowned painter, Mr. Peeta Mellark, to paint a portrait of his wife. The artist was to stay with them for two weeks while working on the painting.

Captain Hawthorne had spent such time boasting of the reputation Mr. Mellark had that when Katniss saw him for the first time, she couldn’t deny her surprise. He could be no more than thirty, with blond curls and a broad frame and such genial eyes. Katniss felt strange as her husband introduced her to the artist, wishing she could reach out her hand to him, but knowing all they could do was incline their heads to one another.

#to read #Everlark

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Sing You Back Home by thesweetnessofspring

[read from beginning / read chapter two]

Rating: M

Pairing: Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark

Summary: After the war, Katniss returns to Twelve with her family and Gale following close behind. When Haymitch tells her that Peeta plans to move to District Four after his therapy is complete in the Capitol, Katniss has to figure out how to rebuild her life without her dandelion in the spring.

Chapter Two:

Gale and I come back from the woods along the main road down Victors Village when I see Haymitch’s door ajar. I notch an arrow in my bow and raise it up, ready to protect ourselves from the intruder when I make out Hazelle’s outline in the doorway.

“What’s your mother doing in Haymitch’s house?” I ask, lowering my bow and freeing the arrow from its string. I’m still more alert than usual, my arms still tingling with the adrenaline.

“She said she was cleaning it out,” Gale says. “Getting a couple things to send to him, scrubbing it down for whatever poor people have to take over that place.”

I frown toward Haymitch’s open door as I put the arrow back in my quiver. Gale gazes at me, taking in my response. An audience of one, measuring how I react to this change. My thoughts don’t stay on Haymitch for long, though. I say good-bye to Gale, then take the game we caught to my house.

I call out, but no one’s home. After I pack away the meat my family will use for the week, I set aside the rest to give to Greasy Sae, who has taken it upon herself to cook lunch for everyone working on the rebuild. After washing my hands and changing into clothes without flecks of blood on them, I head down the road, three houses to the south.

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#to read #everlark #thg fanfiction

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kdnfb's Ten Years of Fanfiction Mania

Featuring: Unmasked

Summary: Written under an Anonymous pseudonym ~M~ to fill the following prompt ~ Historical Katniss and Peeta hate each other. They attend a masquerade ball and for some reason end up kissing each other. Sparks fly everywhere. Katniss tries to find the man behind the mask but Peeta knows it was Katniss though he doesnt say anything. They end up bethrothed even if they 'despise' each other. How they fall in love is up to u and how katniss figured out it was peeta is up to u

Rating: E for explicit sexual content, explicit language, implied/referenced rape/nonconsensual (not everlark), implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced suicide, implied/referenced miscarriage, discussions of illness, war, and injury in a historical setting, ptsd, minor character death. They worst of these tags happens offscreen and is merely discussed and dealt with rather than shown here.

A/N: ~Unmasked~ is my longest fic in terms of word count (around 234k), although Outside Chance and Spellbound are not too far behind and are both incomplete. Unmasked started as something meant to be fun and cathartic, then turned into a ridiculously long and self indulgent fic that I still, to this day, have no idea if the anonymous person who submitted the prompt to @everlarkficexchange even read, let alone whether or not they liked it. But I love what I produced for this fic.

Why write it anonymously and only reveal myself later? A couple reasons. 1) Historical is not my wheel house. At least not writing it. I am a shameless consumer of historical romances. I did some research for this fic but not nearly the level I would've liked to have done. Eventually, I said screw it, it's about the vibes not the accuracy. 2) I had a pile of unfinished wips when I started this, to include Outside Chance and Spellbound (both of which are still unfinished hmmmmm) and I really didn't want a lot of questions about when I was going to get back to those while I was working on this because 3) I'd just gone through a small slice of writerly hell to the point that I seriously considered deleting my entire tumblr and all of my fanfic. Details are not important right now, the result is. That's probably the closest I've ever come to calling myself done with fandom.

Then this prompt posted to EFE and wouldn't leave me alone. Eventually, I decided that if I was going to write it, I wanted to write it with as little pressure as possible. So I chose to write and post it as ~M~ until it was finished. Plus, I thought it might make it fun for people other than me if there was a bit of mystery behind it. And I don't regret doing that.

Writing behind a mask allowed me to be as long winded and self-indulgent as I wanted to without worrying about how tight the storyline was or how accurate the historical details were, or wondering if I'd be walking into my tumblr and a barrage of the kind of messages I'd come to dread receiving. The only thing I worried about, really was if the amount and kind of smut I included gave me away prematurely lmao.

While this was my first real foray into the realm of historical fics, I am hoping it's not the last. I've got too many ideas and half started pieces to back out of it now. But those, like this one, will probably remain untethered to a specific real place, and a specific time, mainly because I just don't have that kind of time for research if I'm not getting paid to do it lol. They will be works of love if not works of accuracy.

Unmasked on AO3

#fic rec #must read #unmasked

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THE HUNGER GAMES: CATCHING FIRE 2013, dir. Francis Lawrence

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Branch manager

#Where is he going? #dog #lol #cute

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Unlaced

A long time ago, in a galaxy far… just kidding. But it does kinda feel that way, lol.

Awhile back @foreverwillbesunny tagged me on this post, which welp, got the gears turning and resulted in a teensy bit of drabbling. There was something about the original version I wrote that I disliked blah blah blah, it took me awhile to figure it out and actually produce something that I did like. So, a small snippet of Unmasked Everlark and the joys of having your husband lace you into your corset… or unlace it as the case may be. ;) This would take place roughly halfway between the final chapter and the epilogue of Unmasked. Ignore that imperfect corset picture, it’s the best I could find with what little time I have today.

RATED E for explicit sexual content and a couple of curse words. Enjoy.

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Mary’s eye’s continually drift to the clock on my vanity table. I wince as a hairpin slides in at an awkward angle, gouging into my scalp. 

“Oh! Mrs. Mellark, I am so sorry, I –” she trails off as I rest one hand on hers and smile at her in the mirror.

“Would it help if Dr. Mellark assisted me in dressing tonight instead?”

“I can manage,” Mary insists and I tilt my head and wait. She sighs and then adjusts the pin to a better position. “I’ll at least finish your hair, ma’am. The doctor may have steady hands but it takes a different kind of clever to dress up a lady’s hair.”

“How is Lydia feeling?” I ask and Mary shakes her head.

“No better’n this afternoon, I’m afraid. The fever’s gone, but she’s still feeling a bit weak. She can’t even stand up long enough to fix Mrs. Abernathy’s hair.”

“And heaven forbid Effie’s hair not be perfectly fabulous for the Duchess of Cashmere’s masquerade.” Mary giggles and then stifles her mirth with a cough.

“There,” she says as the last of the pearl studded pins slides into place. I turn my head to examine her work in the mirror. “What do you think?”

“I love it.”

“Not that it matters, but I love it as well,” Peeta says from the doorway and Mary winks at me in the mirror, curtsies to us both and then hurries from the room, no doubt headed straight for Effie’s room next. Or perhaps Prim’s. Once she is gone and the door shut behind her, Peeta moves to stand beside me and gently kisses my temple. “Is she not to help you dress?”

“I am afraid that with Lydia feeling unwell and Wilma on the continent with Mother and Father, poor Mary is pulling triple duty. You will have to suffice in dressing me,” I say as I stand and let my dressing robe slide off my shoulders to the floor. I hold my breath, but it is unnecessary. Peeta responds the same as he always has, all through the many years of our marriage, to my nudity.

A sharp inhale and a faint groan of desire.

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#fic rec #must read #unmasked #ten years of fanfiction mania

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i just wanna thank all the gif makers on here. y'all really keep this site alive and we don't freaking deserve you. thank you for all your hard work. tumblr is nothing without you.

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A quiet morning with Katniss and her Father

#Katniss and her Dad #fanart

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Roommate

Part 1

“He’s like my age, you know that right?” She says as she disinterestedly picks at her nails.

“Yeah, so what… four years? That would have mattered back in high school, but we’re both adults and now it’s just kinda hot.”

Katniss looks up to watch her sister apply lipstick through the mirror from her perch on the bed. Damn it. Why doesn’t she wear lipstick? It’s a futile thought, even if she did, she could never look like that.

Her sister catches her stare, raising a brow at her reflection, “look alright?”

“Red’s a little cliche, don’t you think?”

Prim smirks, “So’s green. Just admit it; you’re jealous. Say the word and I’ll call the whole thing off.”

Katniss had gone home the week prior, having convinced herself that Prim would drop the idea.

She hadn’t.

Finnick had organized Trivia on Tuesday and Katniss on as Prim approached Peeta at the bar alone. How she’d put her hand on his shoulder to lean in and speak close to his ear, and how he smiled and nodded at whatever she was saying. Her sister later confirmed they had made plans to grab drinks on Friday.

This morning Katniss had woken with a migraine and called off work. The headache is gone, but she’s still feeling nauseous as she watches her sister primp for her date.

Katniss ignores the taunt, “so what are you wearing?”

Prim stands from the vanity and pulls out a black dress. Katniss wishes there was something to object to, but it’s a classic so she gives her sister a pinched smile. The smile quickly falls to an open mouth gape as Prim shrugs off her robe, revealing a muted orange bra and matching underwear.

“Like it?” Prim says, batting her lashes in fein innocence, “It's new.” and Katniss knows the color is not accidental.

“Prim! You aren’t planning on sleeping with him, are you?!” Her voice is shrill and she can feel the headache returning anew.

“Planning? No. But you always taught me to be prepared for anything.”

“I meant like a flat tire, or a global apocalypse. Not fucking my roommate!”

“Which part bothers you more? Me having sex? Or me having sex with Peeta?”

Katniss snaps her mouth shut. “Nevermind,” she grumbled, “just make sure you have a condom.”

Prim pinches her lips into a tight line, before turning away. She shimmies into the dress and slips on heels with just the right height to accentuate her calves. She pivots in the full length mirror to get a side view, checking her ass.

She’s gorgeous. Perfect really.

Katniss adjusts the hem of the oversized shirt that lays limply over her flat chest and ass and wonders what Mendel would make of the pair of them: as different as two sisters can be.

She’s never been jealous of Prim; always wanted the best for her, even when it meant sacrificing herself - it hadn’t felt like much of a sacrifice at all when it came down to it. But this is different, because the thought of giving up Peeta, even to someone who might actually deserve him, finally feels like a real sacrifice. She’s jealous. She can admit now, if only to herself. The realization horrifies her and is quickly eclipsed by guilt of her selfishness.

“I’m leaving,” Prim eyes her expectantly, “Speak now or forever hold your peace,”

What before she would have said in defiance, is now said in shame and defeat, “Have fun.”

#ok I'm intrigued

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my one skill is expertly manipulating the shape of the eggs I’m cooking so that they fit perfectly onto my toast every time

#this looks delicious #and I'm hungry

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Snug. ☺️ From April's Kittens, written and illustrated by Clare Turlay Newberry. 1940. Source.

#black cats

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Doggo's First Day Back At Work After Having A Week Off

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#best boy

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MEMORIES

This is the last THG request I’ve received on my (now deleted by the service) Buy Me a Coffee page. And it was also requested by Anonymous:

Peeta running his hands through Katniss' hair; upside down and loose, please?

I’m not sure if I got it right lol. I mean this “upside down” part is a bit unclear for me. But I did my best. I actually really like this one. It’s melancholic and sad: Katniss is away in her thoughts about Prim (she is holding primroses) after working hard on a Memory Book, and Peeta is just quietly comforting her. ♥️

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BATH

This one was requested by anonymous (as soon as I remember, I can’t check it 🙈):

could i request an everlark bath please 😇

Fun fact: I drew a sketch for this request a year ago but I didn’t like it so I drew the new one instead a couple of days ago. The thing is, I still don’t like it, ugh 😩

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tenderness

Well, hello friends! How are you doing? What'd I miss around here? ;)

Soft post-Mockingjay Everlark for you ♥️