#LilyMaid

[wistfulweaverwoman]

The Apothecary’s Daughter- chapter four

The empty streets are haunting, like we’re the only two living people in the world. The caw of a raven sounds in the distance. Echoes from the thumping wheels fling themselves back at us sharply. The sky darkens when a threatening cloud covers the sun.

The road worsens as we move away from the merchant district of town; the surface now compacted dirt, pitted and uneven. The cart groans with every dip and rock it crosses, the jolts knocking my teeth, biting the inside of my cheek. I clutch the lip of a trunk with one hand and grip the rough wooden edge of the cart with the other, my elbow locked to keep me from pitching over the side.

Today, we two are alone in this journey, the road desolate, not even any small comfort in shared grief. While we wordlessly cross the district with only the sound of grit crunching beneath the wheels, the rest of the district is forced to dance and imbibe, raising their cups to our good fortune.

For years now when a new husband is carting his bride to their new home, along with all of her worldly possessions, the roads are choked with small over-burdened wagons and pale-faced lasses. That first year all the new marriages happened in one mass ceremony, but it took weeks to sort out the housing assignments. So after, couples were bonded in groups every year between May and July. Ours is the only singular marriage in the district since the genetics program was introduced.

An ear-splitting boom of thunder rips through the air. A moment later a flicker of lightning zips across the horizon. All my hair on my arms stands on end and I peer up at the sky with contempt. I’m rewarded with a fat drop of cold water plopping on the skin between my eye and nose.

The wind promptly picks up as a second clap of thunder rolls over us, causing a whole cloud of ravens to take flight off to our right, their screams echoing around us. An involuntary shudder cleves through me and my skin prickles almost painfully.

The small wagon abruptly turns, and Peeta guides it down a street leading away from assigned housing. From any housing, as far as I know. He steers through the oldest part of the district, and I twist my head to watch the direction he’s bringing us, startled. Past blocks of abandoned warehouses to what seems like the fence bordering the district, overburdened with some kind of green creeping plant.

When we approach closer some kind of iron work becomes visible, not the regular chain link variety. He lowers the cart carefully and pulls open a gate that I didn’t even realize was there.

Peeta pushes the cart through and closes the gate as the sky unleashes a torrent of rain.

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[mollywog]

Peeta and Katniss finally get a chance to talk openly on their way home after their first Games.

@wistfulweaverwoman

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Active Authors Masterlist (3)

Part 1 / Part 2 /

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Created: November 17th, 2023

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ipsygrace :: ao3, ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: Peeta's Games: The Hunger Games from Peeta's point of view. This follows the original work as closely as possible and much of the dialogue is taken from the original and owned entirely by Suzanne Collins. (@igsy-blog)

JHsgf82 :: ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: What's Mine Is Yours: Peeta's POV. Post-Mockingjay/Pre-Epilogue. A pregnant Katniss is feeling sick and scared. Peeta does his best to care for her while dealing with his own fears. Response to the Fluff Drabble Prompt: “This was my lap. Now apparently this is your lap.” (@jhsgf82)

JLaLa :: ao3, ffnet, tumblr

Popular Fic: Two Wrongs: “Katniss, you’re my best friend and I love you but seriously-marry you?” A marriage for the unmarriageable. Modern Day AU, set in San Francisco. (@jlalafics)

katnissdoesnotfollowback :: ao3, ff.net, tumblr

Popular Fic: Wrapped in Red: Katniss is trying to be a good friend to her recently divorced pal. She really is. But this holiday season, fate, her own feelings, and Peeta’s daughter have other plans. An advent style Everlark story. (@katnissdoesnotfollowback)

katnissmellarkkk AKA VanillaCottonCandy  :: ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: Gravity: But he just stares at me for a long moment, his smile never wavering, then admits simply, "I'm just so happy that I threw you that bread." I feel my chest constrict, both moved by his words and exhausted from even standing inside this place again. And my eyes overflow then and all I can manage to say is, "so am I." / Katniss and Peeta, growing back together through a series of snapshots. Set Post Mockingjay. (@katnissmellarkkk)

LemonLuvGirl :: ao3, ffnet, tumblr

Popular Fic: Both of Us: An alternate ending to Catching Fire in which both Peeta and Katniss are rescued from the arena during the Quarter Quell. Our lips collide with gentle urgency, two half conscious minds struggling in the murky waters between sleeping and waking, layered with a need for comfort and something more. We kiss until he pulls back, panting, angling his hips away from mine. I know what he’s trying to avoid. He doesn’t want to scare me. But the thought of his body reacting to me isn’t nearly as scary as the idea that we almost never got to have this. (@lemonluvgirl)

LilyMaid :: ao3, tumblr, ff.net

Popular Fic: The Awkward In-between: Days after winning the 74th Hunger Games Katniss recognized her life was changing, not just her home. She was already mourning for that old life, when things were difficult, yet so simple. With a tightening in her chest and a fear she didn't understand, she wondered what would be left. Cannon Divergent AU- pre Catching Fire (@wistfulweaverwoman)

loungemermaid :: ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: no grave could hold my body down (I'll crawl home to her): Finnick makes his way back to Annie, alive but in several pieces. He loses his right arm and leg to the lizard mutts in the sewer. While Thirteen can patch him up, he's going to have to go back, back to the Capitol, if he's ever going to get better. As it turns out, Peeta has to go too, has to try and pull his fractured brain back together. They help each other keep it together. Finnick is there to help when Peeta can't remember what's real and what's fake, and Peeta helps Finnick cope with limb loss (@loungemermaid)

MegaAuLover :: ao3, ffnet, tumblr

Popular Fic: Katniss Everdeen Is Not A Stalker: Canon AU- Katniss as a little problem, she can't stop looking through Peeta's window, trying to find a way to pay her boy with the bread back but as time goes on she realizes she wants more. But there is a problem the District is flooded with Peacekeepers and everyone faces danger as the Capitol tightens its reigns on the district. Can love bloom in the middle of adversity? Or will it shrivel in the face of surmounting danger? (@mega-aulover)

melissaeverdeen13 :: ao3, ff.net, tumblr

Popular Fic: give you my wild: a look into katniss and peeta's life as they grow back together after the war; their experiences with friendship, love, and parenthood. (@jenniferiawrence)

[mega-aulover]

Reading List Game

I was tagged by the amazing @katnissdoesnotfollowback. Thank you for the tag.

What are your recent, current, and future reads?

Recent:

The Christmas Waltz @mtk4fun

Baking Cookies by @norbertsmom

Reunion by @mollywog 

Everdeen Scrooge Y @norbertsmom

Current:

Roses & Pearls by @thesweetnessofspring

A Christmas Mellark by @wendywobbles

Future:

Cheese Buns and Garlic Cakes by @isarnicole

Wild Flowers by LilyMaid

The Magic of Ordinary Days by @professionalfangrrl

Taste of Strawberries by @hayffiebird

So this is the best I could come up with, on the fly. LOL I didn't sleep last night and now I am exhausted lol

[periwinckles]

I was expecting at least a partner to engage in all the speculation, but fine. I'll do it by myself.

SPOILERS for the district 13 challenge fics ahead. Stop reading if you haven't read the stories.

anyway, on with my reviews: (I'm only making guesses for the ones I actually have a clue)

The Other Side of The War (Yeah, this time I'm actually checking if I have the titles right or not) This was heartbreaking to read. Seriously, I actually stopped reading, did a break with a lighter one, and then got back to it. Katniss taking care of Peeta, and then him taking care of her... that was so sweet. Him eating the rest of her food (they are soooo married). And then the vow. Man, this is one of my favorites. My first guess was endlessnightlock, based purely on the fact that she's one of my favorite authors and I loved this story so much, I was like "it has to be @endlessnightlock, right?" Changing it to Lilymaid @wistfulweaverwoman, now though.

ash and memory I am so pissed this was so short. Like, it's so beautifully written, I didn't want that conversation to end. I did try to guess in the comments, but if I'm being honest, I really haven't got a clue to who it is, bu whoever you are, you really wrote a piece of art.

A Bun in The Oven I was saving this for last because it was so big, but then someone sent me a message asking if it was mine, and I had to take a look. Ohhh, I really wished it was mine. @mollywog you are so obviously the writer, I can spot you from a hundred miles. This is clearly and unequivocally you, and I love the plot twist. The bun in the oven?? Love it. And you know I'm a sucker for Delly, so thank you for your service to mankind.

The Storehouse Peeta as a writer? Brilliant. Love it. You know what would be cool? An alternate universe where Peeta is a soap opera writer and he keeps writing his casual interactions with Katniss into his episodes, and Prim starts watching and starts to get suspicious of the similarities between her sister and the main character. Anyway. Sorry for the sidetrack. I would say this one was mine, if I didn't know any better. I'm not sure who it is, but I want to say @lemonluvgirl because seriously? This is the only fic with a naked Peeta so far. Plus getting them on an intimate setting? You've set it up really good for another chapter.

[everlarkficquestions]

hey! just wondering if there’s a collection of fics that take place in between the end of thg, and the beginning of catching fire?

Here are a few:

It Was a Lie/The Truth Revealed/Vita in Veritate - DirectorCarmichael

Not All of It - icbiwf

Either Way - bellissimaanima

The Awkward In-Between - LilyMaid

By Your Side - geekymoviemom

I Know You - serdd

Between - moonstone88

Sixteen Days - opportunisticbagel

A Lubricated Conversation - icbiwf

When Two Worlds Collide - Lovebeauty01

Let Me Down Gently - Abagail_Snow

If anyone can think of any others, please let us know!

[ao3feed-everlark]

I Feel Fine

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/erdEcM9

by LilyMaid

Everyone heads to the graduation party out at Madge's parents lakehouse for the weekend. Fluffy everlark.

Words: 5616, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Gale Hawthorne/Madge Undersee, Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen & Madge Undersee

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/erdEcM9

[ao3feed-rebelcaptain2]

The Starbird

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/jrDUg3h

by LilyMaid

The starbird lives inside the heart of every star in the galaxy. When a star goes out, the bird dies a fiery death, its wings spanning millions of kilometers, stretching out over the dark abyss of space. The starbird turns to stardust. All that’s left is the heart. And the dust spreads out over the galaxy, then forms again. And the starbird is reborn.

Revis, Beth. Star Wars: Rebel Rising

Words: 1439, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor

Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso

Additional Tags: Mentioned Orson Krennic, Fix-It, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Rebelcaptain - Freeform, Jyn Erso - Freeform, Cassian Andor - Freeform, POV Cassian Andor, POV Jyn Erso, Cannon Divergent

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/jrDUg3h

[dawnswake-a]

                    “ julietta, ” soft tone, both fond and tired, begs attention as her nimble fingers finish lacing the last of her lady’s trimmings. “ he’s a boy. and he will remain a boy until he becomes a MAN. ” elaine’s lips purse as she struggles to find the right words for what she needs to say. every moment she remembers the desperation of her former love for lancelot, and every moment her heart aches against her brain to love him now, too. BUT LOVE THAT BURNS with that passion is not kind to girls like juliet ( nor elaine, too ). the former lilymaid would do anything to keep julietta from meeting the fate she once did.

                     “ i know this part of being in------ well, it feels as if it is EVERYTHING. but you have so much time. what do you even know of this romeo beyond his beautiful words ? ”

@heartsunholy .  /   juliet + elaine !  /   plotted starter call .

[lilymaidofgallifrey]

I was tagged by @izzytheheartbrekker thanks :)

Nickname(s): I don’t really have one, my name is super short (Anna) 

Gender: Female

Sign: Leo

Height: 5′7

Time: 9:56 am

Fav band: Lord Huron 

Fav solo artist: Loreena McKennitt 

Song stuck in my head: Fool for Love and World Ender by Lord Huron 

Last movie I saw: The Man Who Invented Christmas 

Last show I watched: Either New Girl on the Alienist 

When I created my blog: 2015 I think

What do I post: an eclectic mix of books, writing, rants about law school, and whatever weird memes take my fancy. 

Last thing I Googled: how to spell Loreena McKennitt 

Do i have any other blogs: no not really 

Do I get asks: not usually unsolicited ones 

Why did I choose my URL: 2015 Anna was obsessed with Doctor Who (hence the Gallifrey part) I also love Lord Tennyson’s poetry and Arthurian myth (hence the LilyMaid part)

Following: 981

Followed by: 880

Average hours of sleep: between 5-8

Lucky number: 3

Instruments: Flute

What I’m wearing now: blue cowl neck sweater, grey skirt, boots and also a puffer jacket because it’s cold. 

Dream job: human rights lawyer, writer, guest corpse on a crime show

Fav food: chicken soup 

Nationality: New Zealander (Kiwi)

Last book i read: I’m reading The Scarlet Pimpernel 

Top 3 fictional universe I wanna join: Middle Earth, the Pushing Daisies world (because the colors are great and it looks super cheerful despite all the death), I’m going with @izzytheheartbrekker on this one - the Night Circus world. 

I’m going to tag (as usual no pressure to do it) - @caffeinatedslothgirl @thatgirlreads @allbookedfortheweekend @the-bookie-monster @thereaderinourstars @shakspaere @logarithmicpanda @booksforthoughts

[wistfulweaverwoman]

The Shape of Us

When the sickness came it struck the merchant quarter first. Most households fell ill and several merchants had died before it spread to the Seam. Time seemed to slow with all the patients my mother and Prim treated. School temporarily closed to avoid spread as much as possible. I spent most of my time hunting and gathering herbs and avoiding news. 

Eventually it kills everyone it was going to kill, and everyone else gets better. The dead are burned in a mass grave out in the meadow. A few weeks after the district wide funeral mother tells us she has a meeting at the government building and we should dress nicely. 

We’re ushered into a smallish windowless office with two chairs facing a large desk.

I’m confused, the baker is here, in one of the seats, and his two younger sons, eyes still wide from the shock of the death of their mother, stand behind him, their backs pressed against the wall. 

Mother slides into the chair beside Mr. Mellark. I’m squeezed back against the wall behind her, between Peeta and Prim. Mother primly clasps her hands in her lap, directing a slight nod at the baker. His lips twitch up slightly on one side, then fall as he shifts his attention to the man that settles in the chair opposite them.

The man clears his throat and announces we’re at the reading of someone’s will. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard the name before. Soon I understand it’s the owner of the apothecary shop, and immediately after I realize he’s a relation, my grandfather. 

I’m shocked. I never considered why my father had never traded at that shop, only that it was always a place to avoid. 

Apparently the man had done well, even though he’d been widowed for some time, and no one to help him, there’s quite a hefty sum of money he’d squirreled away. He had to have been one of the richest merchants in the district.

There are stipulations to my mother taking possession of the shop and money. Something about the original terms of the bond agreement need to be fulfilled.  

My mother stiffens, and Mr. Mellark grips the desk with a huge hand. 

I’m trying to work out what the government man was getting at because I’m still distracted from the shock of learning I had family other than Prim and our mother all these years, plus I haven’t put together why the Mellark’s are at the reading. 

Prim shoots me a worried look, clearly I missed something vital. 

The man continues. Alternatively the two eldest available descendants of each initial party could substitute in place of the original contract. 

Beside me Peeta inhales sharply and sways as if he’s been physically struck while his brother groans softly. Prim grips my hand with both of hers.

Mr. Mellark holds up his palm to get the man to halt the reading of my mother’s father’s expectation of the number of produced- 

The man blinks, surprised at Mr. Mellark's interruption.

Mother inhales deeply and lets the breath out slowly, almost a hiss. Then turns and looks fully at Mr. Mellark. I’m not sure what their silent exchange means, but they seem to have some unspoken way of communicating. Another shock. She’s only ever mentioned him to compliment his bread, but clearly their relationship runs much much deeper. 

“The original contract will be honored, the alternative isn’t necessary,” she says. 

Next to me Peeta lets out a breath he’d apparently been holding, but is still… tense. He seems to be vibrating, like he’s trying to keep himself from bouncing on the balls of his feet. 

Prim sags against my side and I have to brace myself to keep her from pushing me into Peeta.

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[wistfulweaverwoman]

Chapter 5 of The Apothecary’s Daughter

A pale pre dawn glow just highlights the shape of the windows through the tablecloths nailed to the wall, though the light doesn't reach inside the room. Struggling up with the urgent need to relieve myself I untangle my legs from the bedding and hastily stumble to the dark water closet. Peeta had brought the warmed dish of lavender water full of clean rags in here, though it’s now chilled. The lavender soothes my tender nethers, but it's cold enough that my finger bones hurt. By touch I find a threadbare folded towel and pat myself down, before leaping back for the kitchen and throwing myself under the quilt.

Peeta pulls me snug to his chest by my waist and pressing close, burrows his face against the back of my neck. Hugging his hand to my chest, I start to drift back to sleep as his body warms my skin.

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[wistfulweaverwoman]

The Apothecary’s Daughter-chapter 3

“Haymitch will be here presently to bring down the extra trunks from the attic,” my mother says. “You need to pop over to the dressmaker for the final fitting of the gown now that she’s taken it in. I ordered flowers from the florist for your bouquet but Prim wonders if you might prefer wild flowers from the Meadow?”

While she continues to prattle on, I gingerly put the bread back into its box. I can feel my meal rising up into the back of my throat.

“I’m sure what you picked is fine, Mother. Really I don’t need one at all,” I say, pushing back my chair to stand. A sour dread rises in my belly, snapping cold iron bands around my ribs.

“It’s tradition,” she says, her voice following me down the hall.

I shut myself into the quiet of my room and gaze at myself in the mirror, my face wan under my olive complexion. Black hair messily slipping out from its braid, the brilliant bow at its tip, the other saucily tied at my crown. I hastily tug them off and shove them in the drawer that holds my stockings.

What a silly stupid girl I’ve been.

It’s one thing to play at wooing, but our union tomorrow is no game; there will be serious, if not deadly, consequences if I, we , don’t submit to our obligations. Distracting myself with Peeta Mellark’s kisses, however wonderful they are, doesn’t negate that tomorrow we’ll be wed, and tomorrow night forced into the marriage bed.

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[wistfulweaverwoman]

In my quest to be satisfied with whatever comments and kudos I receive (or lack there of) I still find joy in waking up to them. My favorite type of comment is one like this where the person has connected to my writing more intimately.

I wish I could write comments like this, because every writer should feel as delighted as I am this morning.

Go vote!!

[wistfulweaverwoman]

The Apothecary’s Daughter - chapter 1-

link to AO3 below

It’s still night when a distant pounding rouses me from a heavy sleep. Yanking on my dressing gown hastily, I’m downstairs groping around in the dark before anyone else has even entered the upper hall.

The ground floor of the apothecary is dim even at noon on a summer's day. This is due to the rich dark stain on every surface in both the main shop and rear workroom, from the thick beamed ceilings, built-in shelves and cabinets crammed with bottles and crocks and jars of every size, covering every wall, to the wide hewn wood plank floors. It’s a black void in the middle of the night.

Cursing under my breath, my fingers fumble blindly and I break several matches on the striker. I finally manage to light the lantern on the large wooden work table.

I ease open the rear door just a crack to peer out. The moon has set. Mists, glowing weirdly in the starlight, drift eerily through the garden like a river of dead spirits. And there, rising from the wisps, is a lone form.

My breath catches as a bolt of terror strikes through me; all the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and my skin breaks out into goose flesh.

Beyond the perimeter of bright light bleeding over the threshold, somewhere between the peas and the squash, stands a dark silhouette, her face shadowed.

Is she some kind of wraith or spirit come to torment us? To enact her revenge for not saving her? Shivering, I raise my lantern higher, extending the golden circle outward. Abruptly the thing lurches towards me. I swallow a shriek.

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