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here have a bridgerton au
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I’d Pluck a Fair Rose
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Can also be read on AO3 here if you prefer.
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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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Marianelli: Liz On Top Of The World (From “Pride & Prejudice” Soundtrack)
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Oh Mr Mellark what a surprise to see you out on the moors looking so dashing and handsome oooh
I was Inspired by @softchouli’s post about wanting to see more of a demand for Peeta in one of those sexy historical shirts and kind about 2 or so hours later … tadaaa
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Stormin the Capitol 😎
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“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.”
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@katnissdoesnotfollowback
And so, I find myself once again reading Unmasked because it’s my emotional support fanfic. 😂 I hope you like it, dear. 🥰
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So... I made another fan video about another of my favorite Everlark fanfic stories.
This is Unmasked by the amazing @katnissdoesnotfollowback .
I'm not a drawing artist, so this is my way of paying tribute to these amazing stories and contributing to the Fandom. ❤️
It took me longer to make this, but I hope you enjoy it. 🥰
For those who haven't, don't forget to read Unmasked and for those who already have, tell me what scenes you found in the video?
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I made this like a year ago (you can sort of see my old Peeta design there) and never posted it because as much as I wanted to continue it, I didn’t quite like the way it came out. Unmasked is probably one of my favorite Everlark fanfics and I always find myself going back to read my favorite scenes, which is why I wanted to paint some of them. I’m really hoping that once I have some free time I can go back to this drawing to make it they way I want it to look and to continue with the second page. :)
@katnissdoesnotfollowback why you write such awesome scenes?!
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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
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While I applaud your curiosity, my friend, that is the one folder you DON’T want to ask about. I shove all my weird, omg what is wrong with my brain?!?!, random or waaaaaaay too dark for me to want to pursue, literally no one will read this (except that one freak in the corner you know who you are), or let’s be honest I don’t have time or mental energy to devote to this, fic ideas.
🤣 🤣🤣… 🫣
WIP Game
Thank you for the tag @mollywog :)
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
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I moved some of my fic ideas that were more fleshed out into separate docs now :)
Also the draft of my new profile picture is in there 👀
Tagging @waywardangel-wilds @mega-aulover @thesmileykate @fyreflys @batrachised and anyone else that wants to do it!
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Are we gonna get Spellbound today? I know you mentioned Johanna likely won't make an appearance on the next chapter but I really can't wait to see her especially after the IKEA thing you posted 👀🙀
Ugh I’m sorry to say that there will be no Spellbound update today. I’m hoping to aim for next week, May 1st, to resume posting and hopefully it’ll be uninterrupted weekly postings after that until we’re done. 🤞🏼 In the meantime, I’ll share a few relaxing pictures of water from my trip and it’s totally not meant to distract you all from my sad lack of posting nor to assuage any ridiculous guilt I might be starting to feel for neglecting my fics… nope that’s totally not what this is…
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ok im really curious do you guys have books you consider your "white whale"? as in books you keep telling yourself oh yeah i really want to read that, but you keep not reading it?
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WIP Wednesday
I was tagged this week by @thelettersfromnoone and last week (or the week before that?!?!? 🫣) by @mega-aulover and @thesweetnessofspring but I never posted anything for those. So here’s a snippet of a pseudo historical ficlet I’m working on, The Courtship of Lambs.
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“In that case, please give your mother my regards and thank her for the tonic,” he lifts the small jar slightly before placing it in his sack. “Are there any other herbs or cuttings she or Miss Primrose have need of? From up in the hills?”
“I shall have to ask her,” Katniss says and thinks to ask him when they might expect him again when the bush beside her shudders. Both of their heads turn and spot the culprit.
“No!” Katniss shouts as Peeta attempts to shoo away the placid lamb that happily munches on her raspberry bushes. The lamb bleats and the dog barks as Katniss sets her hands on her hips.
“I apologize, Miss Everdeen, I--”
“That is the third time this month that troublesome lamb has consumed one of my raspberry bushes.”
“He is only eating what he sees as available food,” Peeta points out and Katniss snorts indelicately. “If you would allow me to repair your garden fence—“
“Perhaps you should pay your flock greater mind or I shall be forced to turn that lamb into a stew!”
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I shall tag @mega-aulover and @thesweetnessofspring right back 😏 Also @pookieh @mtk4fun @wendywobbles and @creamytinydays If you want to play. (*attempts Jedi mind trick through internet* you want to play).
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