#gilbert blythe blurb
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paper rings // gilbert blythe
or,
the 4 times gilbert blythe fell in love with you, and the 1 time he knew he’d do it all over again
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gilbert blythe x fem!reader
wc: 5.7k
i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings
a/n: trying something new here! i’ve never used this format (five times // one time- i tweaked it to make it four and one since i’m exhausted) so i hope you all enjoy <3 also fair warning that this is not historically accurate. but i actually spend my summers in PEI (and have for my entire life) so i think my portrayal of the environment at least is good! also, this is rushed as per usual :)
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one. when he walked you home from school.
the late june air was sticky in the avonlea schoolhouse, clinging to skin, beads of sweat gathering by brows. sunlight spilled through the windows, and even billy andrews couldn’t muster enough enthusiasm to tease anyone in this heat. pinafores too heavy for this weather, the girls gathered in one corner, pretending to read the excerpt mr phillips had picked out for today, but in honesty, you were all just complaining about the summer heat.
“i can’t wait until i have my hair up,” ruby gillis sighed, casting a longing glance across the room towards the boys. “my ribbon does suit my complexion, of course- but it’s much too hot in summer to have my hair down.”
murmurs of agreement spread throughout your little group. “i tried it one time,” whispered anne dramatically, “when marilla was away. it was rather romantic, but the pins hurt a great deal.”
sitting in between jane andrews and tillie boulter, you tried not to zone out. gaze drifting across the classroom, you caught gilbert blythe’s eye from where he was sitting with the boys, and he shot you a quick smile. you gave him a shy one back, and looked away before you could blush. you’d known gilbert forever- his family was close to yours- but something had changed recently, and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
mr. phillips finally dismissed the class, and in a rush of rowdiness, the boys all excused themselves from the schoolhouse, whooping and hollering about a potential skinny dip in the wild waves. in a flurry of giggles and secrets, your friends gathered their books and rushed outside (in a rather unladylike manner- but it was summer and the world was their oyster, so who cared). you knew diana was hosting a tea party over the weekend- complete with ice cream, she’d said!- but as far as you knew, there were no plans for tonight, save the beach trip the boys had talked about. trying your best to avoid the heat for as long as possible, you lingered in the coatroom, taking the time to adjust your hat into place. but you weren’t alone, and you startled as a familiar face appeared over your shoulder.
“gilbert,” you said, his name sweet on your tongue. “you’re not going to the beach with billy?”
he shook his head. “i’m not quite in the mood for that today. but i was wondering. do you want- can i- would you like some company on your walk home?”
heart in your throat, you looked at the boy you’d known your whole life. was gilbert blythe asking to walk you home? you nodded wordlessly, and his eyes immediately softened. there was a nervousness you’d never seen in him before, a cautiousness, as if he were treading on eggshells and was terrified to break them. “i- i’d love that, gilbert, thank you.” a smile slowly spread across his face, and you seemed to see him in a new light. noticing the things you hadn’t before. the softness of his dark eyes and the way they sparkled. the gentle curve of his jaw. the way he smelled like rosemary and mint soap and the blythe farm’s apple orchard, mixed with a hint of cinnamon. the way gilbert blythe was the prettiest boy you’d ever seen.
“great,” he said, finally breaking you out of your reverie. “i wouldn’t want you to get heatstroke, after all. it’d be ungentlemanly of me to let you go home without making sure you’re alright in this heat.”
your stomach erupted with butterflies, and you walked in silence with him as you left the schoolhouse. treading along the path, your footsteps settled into the same rhythm, and eventually gilbert spoke, his voice clear among the songbirds and crickets.
“how’s your family? i haven’t seen them in a fortnight.”
his tone was proper and gentlemanly, but curious and kind. you looked shyly up at him. gilbert was tall, taller than you, sturdy with broad shoulders and a grin that showed off a lopsided roguishness once in a while on his otherwise serious face. you gripped your books a little tighter, trying to focus your thoughts back to the conversation. “they’re good, thanks for asking. mother’s been wondering about you, though. she’s wanted to drop soup off for your father, but wasn’t sure if he’d appreciate it. it’s been a while since you were over, so she doesn’t know if he still likes biscuits or bone broth.”
gilbert scuffed the ground with his boot a little bit, looking down at you contemplatively. “that’s kind of her,” he said. “he’s barely been able to keep anything down, but he likes soup. i’m not sure about the biscuits, but i’d certainly like some. i wouldn’t mind some of your mother’s plum preserves either. i haven’t had much time to go into town for food lately.”
you’d noticed. there were shadows under his eyes, and he’d always been on the lanky side, but since gilbert had taken on more of the farm work you’d observed his cheeks grow more drawn. his muscles had grown, too- another result of all the wood chopping you knew he was doing- but he lacked energy, and your heart ached for the boy. cicadas chirped as you walked in unison through the path, minding the garden snakes slinking through the tall grass, and an idea sparked in your mind as you passed the field signaling close to home.
“gilbert,” you said thoughtfully, stopping in your tracks. “mother was going to make a layer cake today, with raspberry preserves and clotted cream. i’m sure it’s cooled by now. we can have a little picnic, you and i- we have lemonade at home too, that rachel lynde brought us, and father thinks it’s too tart, so he wants to get rid of it. you can bring some home for your father as well. mother wouldn’t mind, i promise- i can make us a picnic basket, and we can sit in that field.”
gilbert turned towards you, and you couldn’t quite decipher the expression on his face. “i don’t want you to pity me,” he said quietly. “much less drag your family into it.”
“no, no,” you said quickly, fearing he’d interpreted your invitation the wrong way. “just a picnic, to catch up, as friends. we haven’t talked in a while. i miss you.”
he bit his lip. you could almost see the gears turning in his head. “alright,” he said finally. “it’s almost summer, after all. i think- i think i’d like that.”
when you reached your house, your mother was more than happy to oblige, giving gilbert a big hug and fussing over how much taller he’d gotten since the last time she saw him. you cut two pieces of cake and put them on plates in the straw picnic basket along with the bottle of mrs. lynde’s infamous lemonade. your mother even let you bring the crystal glasses used for special occasions- she trusted the both of you well enough to know that you wouldn’t break them. covering up the basket with a red checkered tablecloth, you and gilbert set off again, waving goodbye to your mother and finding a spot in the field where there was a tree with enough shade to sit under. clover and goldenrod and cornstalk bloomed in the field, and the cool, sweet grass tickled the bottom of your dress. gilbert, beside you, leaned back against the tree, his broad shoulder touching yours, and spooned a large amount of cake into his mouth. it was the happiest you’d seen him in months. the thin layer of ruby jelly in between the vanilla layers coloured the cupid’s bow of your lips, and gilbert realized in that moment that he wanted very badly to take you into his arms and kiss you. but the moment was fleeting, and gilbert was left with the idea of love lingering on his mind.
that was the first time gilbert blythe realized he was falling for you.
two. when you showed up on his doorstep in the rain.
rain poured outside, streaking the windows and trickling down the roofs of avonlea’s houses. sorrow hung in the air, and black clothing had dominated the church the day prior. it was not often that avonlea had funerals, and when they were, they were a somber affair, impacting every one of its citizens. especially now. it seemed as though the whole world had watched mr. blythe’s casket descend into the soil, and now the rain was fertilizing it. perhaps flowers would bloom on top of his grave. the entirety of the little town hoped so- anything to bring comfort to the blythe’s only son.
you’d seen gilbert at the funeral, features etched with sorrow, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes. but he’d looked resigned as well- putting on a strong face for those who could not. ruby had sobbed hysterically, as had rachel lynde, and even marilla cuthbert had shed a tear. normally, you would have talked to gilbert. you’d been over the day before mr. blythe had died, bringing with you a sweater you and your mother had knit together to help keep him warm. you’d known his health was declining, but it was even more heart wrenching seeing gilbert that way- expression unmoving, body stiff as he accepted the gift. you’d only had a moment with him before mr. blythe erupted into coughs again- a second in which gilbert’s mask slipped and you truly saw the fear plaguing his mind. you’d wished you could have said something to make it all better. but you hadn’t. you couldn’t.
and now you were on his porch, clutching a package of baking soda biscuits and a small posy of forget-me-nots in your hands. you were shivering from the cold rain, and you’d gotten soaked on the way over, but it was worth it. there seemed to be barely any movement in the gray house- you couldn’t spot any candles lit inside from the windows- and you were wondering if gilbert was even here when all of a sudden the door swung open and he appeared.
his expression was unreadable, brown eyes deep with emotion and seeded in sadness. “hi,” he said. “gil,” you breathed back.
after a moment of silence, the words came back to you. “these are for you,” you said, reaching out. your hands were shaking, and whether they were from nerves or the cold, gilbert couldn’t tell. he took the flowers and the parcel from your outstretched hands, almost unsure what to do with them. “they’re biscuits,” you said, mouth dry, trying to fill the quiet. “mother’s baking soda ones. you mentioned you liked them one time, and we were out of plum preserves, but i-”
“thank you,” gilbert said, and although it sounded slightly robotic, his words felt genuine. you looked at your shoes, unsure of what to say next. your parents had always taught you to say “i’m sorry for your loss” to someone grieving, but the phrase felt too unfamiliar. “i- i’ll leave you to it, then,” you stuttered, backing away from the door and turning to go. you didn’t want to intrude- even if he was your friend. because that’s what you were, right? friends. friends visited during difficult times. friends didn’t want to hug all the sadness out of him. but gilbert’s voice cracked when he spoke next, and you turned around.
“no,” he said clumsily. the words are rushed and jumbled from his mouth, and he stumbles over the next ones too. “please. you’re freezing, and soaking wet. come in.”
up until then, you’d hoped you didn’t look that bad. your straw hat had managed to protect the top of your head, but the rest of your hair was stringy and dripping over your shoulders. your cheeks were also flushed, and even in what should have been a moment focused on his own grief, gilbert found himself worrying that you’d catch pneumonia in this weather. he hadn’t expected anyone to visit today, especially not in a rainstorm.
seeing the concern in his eyes, you realized that walking all the way home in a thunderstorm was probably not such a good idea, so you stepped in cautiously per gilbert’s invitation. the house was warm, but everything seemed dim and gray. the door you knew led to mr. blythe’s bedroom was closed, and you could see gilbert’s eyes darting towards it as well, as if he were praying you wouldn’t say anything. gilbert set down the parcel of biscuits on the kitchen table and looked around for something.
“do you have a vase?” you asked quietly. “i can fill it up with water for you. i thought the forget-me-nots would bring a little light.”
gilbert nodded, but sucked in a breath. you turned to him with a questioning look. “the vase,” he said, voice dry. “it’s in his room. mrs. lynde brought some peonies over while he was still sick, and i didn’t take them out. he’s always hated peonies- he thinks they’re too big and bold. but he would’ve loved these.”
you lightly touched the small forget me not bouquet, felt the soft petals under your fingertips. “you don’t have to use a vase,” you replied softly. “a mug will do.” gilbert stood motionless in the middle of the kitchen, and you maneuvered around him, carefully filling up the pottery with water and placing the flowers in it.
he seemed rooted to the floor, even when he focused his gaze on the posy. your glance met his, and the sorrow was evident. gilbert hadn’t cried at the funeral- you’d never seen him cry. but now tears were brimming at the corners of his soft chocolate eyes, threatening to spill over, and in a moment your body overtook your mind and you had wrapped your arms around gilbert in a hug.
for a moment you regretted it. but then he was hugging you back, clutching your arms, holding onto you as if you were his lifeline. and in a way, you were. you could feel his hot breath on the back of your neck, hear his muffled cries. due to his height, your face was nestled in the crook of gilbert’s neck, and the two of you stayed like that, intertwined, for several long moments.
when gilbert finally pulled away, he knew that for better or for worse, you would be there for him until the day he died.
three. when you exchanged christmas presents in the snow.
to be honest, you hadn’t expected gilbert to come back from the steamer, or trinidad. you’d kept in close correspondence with him, saving the letters he sent you in a special drawer in your writing desk. you memorized his handwriting- the candid tone recalling his tales- the stamps on the envelope. but it still came as a surprise when he’d arrived back.
everything had been awkward at the start, but as soon as gilbert told you all the tales of his travels, you’d slowly slipped back into your old dynamic. there was still a line the both of you were toeing, trying to test out the boundaries between platonic and whatever the two of you were. when you’d met bash, he’d given you a quick wink and told you he’d heard all about you, but other than that, you were positive gilbert just wanted to stay friends. “he can’t love me,” you’d told the avonlea girls a few days prior. “the letters didn’t mean anything, he was just lonely.” but all of them agreed, even ruby- who had been zoning in on moody spurgeon ever since gilbert had left- that there was something more in his words, that it wasn’t all in your head.
and now it was christmas. gilbert, bash, and the shirley-cuthberts had all come for dinner (you’d grown close to anne the past year, and it had taken some convincing but since your father knew matthew so well, marilla had deemed it acceptable). the dinner had been lovely- your mother had brought out all the stops for gilbert and bash- roast goose, scalloped potatoes (island ones, of course), cranberry jelly, chicken pie, spiced gingerbread. flames crackled in the fireplace, biting gusts of wind rattled the windows, and blurred glittery ornaments adorned the pine tree in the center of your living room. dinner was over now, and the adults were gathered around the table and swapping stories of old. anne was there too, heavily engaged in a discussion with bash, but the social aspect was getting to be somewhat exhausting, so you quietly slipped out the back door to have a few moments alone.
in a rather unladylike fashion, you got up and sat on the fence by your house, snowflakes tickling your nose, watching the sun slowly begin to set. hues of pink and orange tinged the sky, and you were surprised you could even see it right now- the weather suggested a cloudy sky. the sound of snow crunching came from behind you, and to your surprise, gilbert was coming towards you. he had his brown cap and his red flannel on, and he looked so cozy that you somehow wished you were cuddled up in his arms. pushing the thought away, you greeted him as he came to sit on the fence beside you.
“enjoying the night so far?”
“quite,” gilbert replied. there was a sparkle in his eyes that danced, one that had been noticeably absent since his father died. you suspected it had something to do with bash’s uncle-like presence, and maybe anne’s too- it was well rumored that he’d fancied her for a while when they’d first met. gilbert looked off into the sunset, puffs of his breath materializing in the cold air, and you shivered involuntarily. he offered you his wool mittens wordlessly, and you gratefully put them on, although they were too big for you.
“oh,” you said, remembering something. he turned towards you, watching you intently as you pulled out a small package from your coat pocket. it was wrapped in festive paper, and you’d written his name on it in swooping calligraphy.
“for me?” gilbert asked. he carefully unfurled the wrapping paper to reveal a small leather bound book embossed with “the complete illustrated medical dictionary (pocket edition)” on the front. “i’ve had it since you left,” you said, breath catching in your throat. “i kept it for you. all this time.”
genuine joy shone in gilbert’s eyes. he flipped through the pages delightedly, marveling at the drawings inside. “thank you,” he grinned. “i actually have something for you too.”
breathlessly, you awaited your gift, snowflakes fluttering down and landing on you. they decorated your hair and its festive ribbon for one fleeting moment before melting, and you swore there was nothing as beautiful as this moment, exchanging gifts with gilbert in the snow, watching the sunset sweep across the dove-gray sky. finally, gilbert found what he was looking for in his pocket, and produced a tiny box.
“it doesn’t look like much,” he warned, “but i found it on my travels. i was waiting to give it to you. i wanted it to be the perfect moment.”
carefully opening the small box, you gasped as the lid revealed a necklace with a pendant. a small silver locket shaped like a heart, the kind one could put a photograph in. “gilbert,” you breathed. “this is- this is beautiful.”
and it was. the locket lay on a delicate chain, and it was engraved intricately, with elaborate designs. your mittened hands fumbled to take it out of the box and inspect it more, but gilbert took it from you with a small smile. “let me help you,” he murmured, and made to fasten it on you. you stood still, hyper aware of how close gilbert’s hands were to your face. his fingers brushed against the back of your neck, securing the necklace, and you caught yourself from flinching. you didn’t know what to say, except for thank you, so you repeated yourself again.
“a thing of beauty is a joy forever,” gilbert quoted, somewhat uncharacteristically. “keats,” he added after a moment, referencing the poet he’d read the phrase from. “i wanted you to have something to remember me by.”
“to remember you by?” you laughed. “what, are you going on the steamer again?”
he could tell the thought sobered you, so he shook his head, shrugging. “no. i just think…you’re a wonderful girl. the loveliest in avonlea.”
“i think you’re wonderful too,” you said shyly, which was about as many words as you could manage right now. the loveliest girl in avonlea? goodness.
the sun had almost set by now, and the sky was turning dark- a good cover for hiding the red tint spreading across your face. “we should go back inside,” you said hurriedly, and the two of you made your way over to the door. you stopped before opening it, basking in the glow of the oil lamp on the porch.
“gilbert, i-”
overcome by sudden anxiety, you handed back his warm mittens. “thank you,” you said, the words lingering on your tongue. “for everything.”
quickly, so fast you almost missed it, gilbert leaned down, brushed a stray wisp of hair away, and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “merry christmas,” he said simply. and then, the two of you went back inside, as if nothing had happened at all.
as soon as you entered, bash noticed the locket and smirked. gilbert shot him a warning look, lest he say anything. the two of you immersed yourself in separate conversations- you with anne, him with marilla and your mother, while matthew silently observed your father and bash discuss politics. but you kept stealing glances at each other as if you were speaking a secret language that only the two of you knew, and each time it filled you with comfort.
it was a cold christmas, but you felt the warmest you had been in a while– and, as luck would have it, so did gilbert.
four. when you climbed a tree.
and so summer rolled around again, fading into august. university loomed on the horizon. childhood was over- gone were the days of butterflies, bumblebees, and scraped knees. yet you could pretend, and so you did.
the soft salt breeze tickled your face, sending a pleasant feeling down your spine. you were with gilbert- on his farm, in the orchard. it was just the two of you- most of avonlea were in charlottetown for the island county fair, granting you the opportunity to do whatever you wanted, since no one was around to see.
so you took advantage of that. no more were the stolen glances, the sneaking around, your only physical touch with gilbert being brushed hands- and even then you’d both deemed it risky. neither of you wanted word to get around yet. sure, there had been rumors and some of your best friends knew (only the ones you were sure wouldn’t spread anything around). but here, now, the world was your oyster. and the two of you soaked it up blissfully.
you were lying on the grass with your head in gilbert’s lap, weaving a flower crown as he read a book- an old poetry collection ms stacy had lent him. the clouds were glorious fluffy shapes in the blue sky, and you pointed them out to gilbert every once in a while. your fingers deftly twined the daisies and their stems, finally tying them all together in a knot, creating a perfect circlet, and setting it teasingly on gilbert’s dark hair.
he smirked, leaving it on. “made it for me?”
“a pretty crown for a pretty boy,” you replied, smiling from your position in his lap. he was solid, sturdy, his hand resting securely on your waist. you felt safe with your body close to his, arms and legs intertwined. and he was pretty- “the prettiest boy in avonlea,” you said, mimicking his words to you from last christmas. he laughed and set the book down, taking the flower crown off and resting it gently on your hair. “it suits you,” gilbert said softly, and he was right.
the two of you stayed like that for a while, absorbing each other’s presence. you charted the rare freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose as if they were constellations, tracing them with the tip of your finger. it tickled him, and he smiled down at you. he finally returned to his book- “i want to read you something”- and blissfully, you obliged, settling down to listen.
“i almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days- three such days with you i could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain,” gilbert read from the poetry collection in his lap, a break from the constant medical anatomy books he was usually seen carrying around. you recognized the fragment of poetry- “keats,” you said, “just like what you said to me last winter. when you gave me the necklace.”
a smile tugged at gilbert’s lips, and you pulled out the locket from under the neckline of your dress to show him. “i’ll never take it off,” you promised him, right then and there. “it’s like a little piece of you with me, all the time.”
“you better not,” he teased. “cost me a fortune, that one. even more than all of those romance books i’m always secretly buying you in town.”
you sat up and shoved him jokingly, tousling his dark curls to purposely peeve him. gilbert’s hair wasn’t tidy all that often, but he’d let it slip once that he always tried to make it look nice for you. struck by a sudden flash of inspiration, you jumped up. “let’s go pick some apples.”
the blythe orchard was infamous for their strawberry apples, the only place in avonlea where they were available. contrary to popular belief, this was simply a variant of apple, and not a strawberry hybrid. all too happy to appease you, gilbert took your hand and led you to the best tree on the land. most of the other boughs were still blooming with apple blossoms, but this tree was different.
he pointed to a low-hanging branch, one blessed with red fruit. “my father always picked the first apple on this tree in august,” he told you, tone contemplative and wistful. “he said this was the tree he kissed my mother under for the first time. he thought if the first apple of the season was picked here, at this tree, it brought the harvest luck.”
nostalgia flickered in gilbert’s eyes, and you knew he was missing his father more than usual. “let’s do it, then,” you said, finding your voice, fingers delicately intertwined with his- giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “we’ll each pick one. in honor of him. a new tradition.”
the words you’d spoken may have been simplistic, but to gilbert they meant the world. without his father, it had been so incredibly difficult at first to do anything- carry on old traditions, much less creating new ones. but here you were, by his side, looking up at him with adoring eyes, and giving him the opportunity to heal and grow. gilbert knew he could never put into words how much it truly meant to him.
you let him go first, watching him scamper up the tree like a squirrel. he seemed a boy again, plucking an apple from the highest bough and descending nimbly. when you started climbing, you found your footing easily, but doubt wracked your mind- imagine the horrors if mrs. lynde and her posse heard about this, climbing trees like a chimpanzee! - and so you opted for a lower branch, reaching it deftly. you reached for an apple and held it high victoriously. some hint of pride shone in gilbert’s eyes.
“to making new traditions,” he said- a toast with the notable absence of glasses brimming with champagne. “to making new traditions,” you repeated, and in that moment, you in the tree and him on the ground, you swore you could see hints of a future- one with new traditions and old traditions, little feet running around and everything in between. today was flawless.
and it would’ve been perfect, except for the sound of the branch cracking under your weight. you weren’t too high up in the tree, but inevitably, you landed on the ground, a crumpled heap of petticoats and ribbons, crying out softly upon impact.
you’d never seen gilbert this way, in ‘doctor mode’, simply put. he was immediately beside you, voice laced with concern, checking you over for scrapes and bruises. you were fine, mostly- just a little shaken up and scared, save for the red-hot throbbing in your wrist. the pain didn’t exactly warrant crying, but you weren’t used to the funny feeling, and tears welled in your waterline anyways. gilbert, telling you to take deep breaths, helped you sit up.
he’d noticed straightaway the way you held you wrist, cradling it slightly away from your body, and murmuring words of comfort, he started prodding your knuckles, gently examining the swollen area. you winced, but it wasn’t too bad. “i don’t think it’s broken,” gilbert said finally, deeming it a sprain after careful inspection. “but let’s get you back home. i have some bandages- i’ll wrap it just in case.”
tears threatened to spill over again as the two of you walked from the orchard to his home. gilbert noticed, and stopped. “hey,” he said softly. “it’s okay. i’ll make you some herbal tea. that should help with the pain a bit.”
“it’s not that,” you made out, a small pout forming on your lips. “we were having such a wonderful day, gil, and i ruined it all. i’m sorry.”
“whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said, his brow furrowing. “you didn’t ruin anything. you got hurt, it happens. and we have the rest of the afternoon to be together- i’ll tell you what, how about once we get back to the farmhouse, we’ll make the most of it, okay? we can still have some fun.”
a wobbly smile formed on your lips, and you nodded. gilbert cupped your face gently, and looked into your eyes. “i love you,” he said, voice nervous but firm. “just let me take care of you.”
your heart caught in your throat. he’d never said that before. contrary to the rumors, he hadn’t even kissed you properly yet. “i love you too,” you whispered, voice hoarse. and before you could think about it too much, you went up on your tiptoes and pressed a small kiss to gilbert’s lips.
they were soft and sweet and filled with promise and hope, and he leaned into it, your bodies closer than they’d ever been. his hands ghosted the small of your back, your hips, your shoulders, and it felt like home. when you finally pulled apart, there was a twinkle in his eye you’d never seen before. a twinkle of something called joy.
when you got back to the farmhouse, he finally settled you on the couch, comfortably sipping a cup of tea and trying wholeheartedly to braid your hair. he’d always wanted to learn, and since you were currently unable to do it yourself, he deemed it the perfect opportunity. it made you laugh- his fingers, usually nimble and clever, were clumsy in your locks, and the braid you ended up with was slightly sloppy, but filled with adoration. a realization fluttered through your mind, and set its claws into your future. you loved gilbert- gilbert loved you- and though you wouldn’t say it out loud, at least not for several years, he would make a wonderful husband.
five. when you said “i do”.
the spring skies were blue today- flowers were blooming- grass was green. “a lovely day for a wedding,” mrs. lynde had told marilla that morning, and all of avonlea agreed.
you were walking down the aisle in a few minutes, getting ready in reverence. a delicate white veil lay on your hair, the one passed down through your family for almost a century. the lace dress fit you perfectly, intricate embroidery accentuating your waist. your mother’s simple pearl earrings adorned your ears, glowing in the morning light. in your hands were a bouquet- a single spray of forget-me-nots, periwinkle blue, an ode to gilbert’s father, who had loved them so. and at the same time, a tribute to your past together, that awful rainy day after the funeral filled with grief and tears and emotion, yet what had brought you closer together. something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. all was well. you were ready.
the springtime realm of gilbert’s yard was immersed in devotion. petals decorated the grass down the aisle. your dearest friends and family observed, and the wedding itself passed in the blink of an eye. there was not a dry eye during the vows, and gilbert’s words were even more poetic than you had ever hoped. he promised to love you- to care for you- in sickness and in health, to be your rock. it was not the fanciest wedding- there were no messes of tulle and satin and roses- but it was yours, and you couldn’t be happier.
you were husband and wife. the dawn had come anew. and that night, when gilbert fell asleep watching you breathe, finding solace in the rise and fall of your chest, he knew without a doubt that he would do it all over again.
#gilbert blythe#anne with an e#gilbert blythe headcanon#gilbert blythe x reader#gilbert blythe imagine#gilbert blythe blurb#gilbert blythe drabble#anne with an e imagine#anne with an e headcanon#anne of green gables#awae#awae imagine#anne shirley cuthbert#period drama#anne x gilbert#gilbert blythe imagines#gilbert blythe blurbs#gilbert blythe headcanons#gilbert blythe angst#gilbert blythe fluff#gilbert blythe x you#gilbert blythe x y/n#gilbert blythe x fem reader#gilbert blythe preferences#anne with an e headcanons
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Jealousy
Gilbert Blythe x fem!Reader
The sun dipped below the rolling hills of Avonlea, casting an amber glow across the landscape. Gilbert Blythe, with his characteristic disheveled hair and thoughtful gaze, strolled through the orchard, a place that had witnessed the blossoming of friendships and the unveiling of tangled emotions.
Avonlea was abuzz with preparations for the upcoming fair, a festivity Y/n L/n held dear in her heart. As Gilbert walked past the vibrant stalls and fluttering banners, he couldn't help but notice the vivacity in Y/n's step, her eyes sparkling with an enthusiasm that painted the world in hues of her imagination.
Yet, beneath Gilbert's calm exterior, a storm brewed. A quiet jealousy, like an unexpected visitor, had taken residence in his heart. It wasn't the kind born out of malice but rather a realization of the changing dynamics between them.
Yln, oblivious to the tempest within Gilbert, happily chatted with Cole and Diana, her laughter weaving into the summer breeze. As Gilbert observed from a distance, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was standing on the periphery of her universe.
His heart, usually steady as the Avonlea river, now raced with an unfamiliar cadence. Why did he feel this way? Gilbert grappled with the turmoil, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of the fair's prize ribbon he held.
Later that day, under the canopy of stars, Gilbert found himself by the bridge, a place where moments unfolded like chapters in a story. The rhythmic sound of cicadas filled the air as Y/n approached, her gaze alighting upon Gilbert's contemplative silhouette.
"Hey, Gil. Are you alright?" Y/n inquired, a glimmer of concern in her eyes.
The words struggled to find their way out of Gilbert's mouth, but the truth, as elusive as it was, demanded expression. "Y/n, do you ever feel like things are changing, and you're not sure where you fit in anymore?"
Y/ns brow furrowed, a reflection of her confusion. "Change is a constant, Gilbert. But you'll always have a place in my heart. In my world." With the last sentence that left her mouth, her eyes softened, feeling sadness for the boy standing by her.
His heart, still entangled with vines of uncertainty, yearned for more. With a breath held in the quiet night, Gilbert spoke the words that fluttered within. "Y/n, it's not just about the changing world. It's about me, about us. It's about what we could possibly be. I can't stand on the sidelines anymore, y/n. I want to be more than a distant star in your sky."
It was a balm to Gilbert's restless heart, and yet, a lingering question remained unspoken. As they stood on the bridge, the moon casting its silver glow upon the water, the bond between them seemed to shimmer with an understanding beyond words.
Y/n's eyes widened, finally realizing the gravity of his confession. "Gilbert..."
Before she could say more, he took a step closer, his hand cupping her cheek. "I can't hold back any longer," he admitted, and in the soft glow of moonlight, he kissed her.
Their lips met, a silent promise of untold emotions and uncharted paths. The orchard witnessed the quiet culmination of a friendship blossoming into something more, as the stars overhead continued their timeless dance. In that stolen moment, Gilbert and Y/n discovered a new chapter in the story of Avonlea—a chapter written with ink that glistened with unspoken feelings.
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grumpy, but still beautiful || gilbert blythe x f!reader
this was more jealous reader instead of jealous gilbert, but oh well, what did i expect, really
warningss : more cussing (from me again), that's all i think
— i decided to write a real jealous gilbert x reader bc i got side tracked last time
— lets hope i actually stay on topic this time
— sooo
— i feel like gilbert wouldn’t actually do anything if he’s jealous
— if he even gets jealous that is
— like he’s very confident in your relationship and he knows that you would never ever look at another guy the way you look at him
— maybe in different circumstances he’d get a little jelly
— maybe like if you’re having problems and you’re falling apart or smth like that
— and it's rlly bad like y’all barely talk anymore
— and he sees you laughing with another guy
— actually i feel like he’d be more hurt than jealous
— noo:((
— so in conclusion, gilbert blythe is a confident boy
— HOWEVER
— if you got jealous
— HAHHAHAHAH
— smuggest little bitch in all of avonlea
— he wouldn’t let you live it down for weeeeks
— and even after that he’d bring it up at the most random times
— like this one time
— “andd done!” he cheered as he finally finished his essay for school
— “now you can stop with your whining.” he said moving closer to where you were seated
— you ignored him lmao bc he was working for hours and neglecting you
— but you weren’t rlly upset you just wanted to tease him
— “come onnn, no need to be all pouty. since when did you become all fussy?”
— “‘m not being fussy,” you huffed facing him
— “maybe i just prefer having you all to myself.” you mumbled, shrugging one shoulder upwards as you slightly turned your face away from him
— “oh, darling, i know you do..” he smirked
— “gilbert blythe i swear—”
— you knew where this was going
— “remember that time when you—”
— “gilbert that was three months ago!”
— yeah
— he gets all cocky about it and all
— but he knows you well
— he reassures you when he knows you need it
— and for some reason he always knows when you need it
— its like his sixth sense or smth
— if you’re being all pouty again and being silent
— furrowed brows and the lot
— and you’re fiddling with the ruffles on your sleeves
— and you didn’t wanna make a fuss
— but he also didn’t wanna be all straight forward with it so
— he pulled out his classic blythe charm
— and hugged you from behind
— slowly bc he wanted to be romantic
— pressing a kiss to your temple
— let's say you were standing in front of a bush
— he reached a hand forward
— and plucked a flower from the bush
— then tucked the flower behind your ear STOP OMFGGHHFGF
— then he loosened his hold on you
— and turned you so you were facing him
— and the second you looked up at his face you finally let out the smile you’ve been suppressing
— its alr babe me too
— he started smiling as well bc omfg he made his darling happy
— he will never get tired of seeing you smile
— “there she is, my beautiful girl.”
— you hit his chest and scoffed
— playfully ofc
— he groaned and held the part of his chest that you smacked
— it didn’t hurt he just wanted to be dramatic
— “grumpy, but still beautiful.”
#i did it again#the title thingy ughh#wait maybe i'll keep doing it for the sake of consistency#HASDHAHD#gilbert blythe x reader#gilbert blythe#gilbert blythe fluff#gilbert blythe imagine#gilbert blythe one shot#gilbert blythe fanfic#gilbert blythe blurb#awae#awae headcannons#awae x reader#awae imagine
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Hello! Do you still do gilbert x readers? If so, can i request a gilbert x pregnant!reader? And gilbert was shocked and stuff and due to them being young everyone gave then dirty looks and stuff
Also add a little smut in the begining if thats ok ;)
Hi! I already have a smut request in line for Gilbert, so I decided to make this blurb, hope that's ok! -Danny
Friendly reminder that the characters are always 18+ in our "mature" fics and we do not write smut for the AWAE versions of them.
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Young Parents —(Gilbert Blythe xReader)
"You know, if we lived in the nineteenth century no one would be judging us for this," You huffed, carefully sitting down on the couch.
Gilbert gives you a pitiful smile, he's aware that most of the curious and dirty looks are directed at you. When you found out about the baby, the last thing you felt was excitement.
It wasn't planned, but at the same time, you were already living together, so you decided to tell your boyfriend, and after a long talk, both of you concluded that having a baby wasn't such a bad idea.
Your parents and neighbors weren't that sure, though. Gilbert was still just a medical student, you had barely started Uni, a whole life ahead and you were ruining your chances to live it freely! But you had to disagree, for your life was as clear as glass and there was nothing else on your to-do list than to build a Home with Gil.
So there you were, eight months pregnant and utterly exhausted after spending a whole afternoon at your parents' house listening to their condescending opinions on your relationship and future.
"They think I'm an idiot."
"Of course not, Y/N."
"They're disappointed."
"They're worried," Gilbert kneels in front of you and places a gentle hand on your knee. "You're young and sometimes pregnancy can be difficult because of it. Don't overthink it, you'll see how happy they'll be once the first three months end."
"Who cares about them? I'll be glad to be over the morning sickness," You scoffed.
Gilbert laughs, his hand moves to your face and his thumb strokes your cheek lovingly.
"If it's any comfort, I'm proud of you."
"Thank you, Gil," You sigh, "sorry if I sound a bit whiny—"
"You're allowed to be," He frowns, waving his hand dismissively. "It's a difficult process. Whine, complain, and be mean all you want."
"I won't be mean to you," You pout.
"Even better," He smirks. "If I can suggest a few victims, my brother needs to be humbled."
You laugh. "You're awful!"
"You love me," He smiles up at you, playing his cheek against your knee.
"Forever and a day."
Taglist.
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WHO/WHAT I WRITE FOR
* stranger things: nancy wheeler, robin buckley, ronance, max mayfield, mike wheeler, madwheeler, will byers, byler
* wednesday: wednesday addams, tyler galpin, wyler
* harry potter: hermione granger, draco malfoy, dramione, siruis black, remus lupin, wolfstar
* anne with an e: anne shirley cuthbert, gilbert blythe, shirbert
* hunger games: lucy gray baird, coriolanus snow, snowbaird
* marvel: miles morales, gwen stacy, gwiles (spiderverse only)
* battlestar galactica: kara "starbuck" thrace, lee "apollo" adama, starpollo, sam t. anders, anastasia "dee" dualla
* if you have any questions about any of my fandoms or ships, feel free to ask! i may be forgetting some or if you're just wanting to know about any ships or fandoms i haven't listed!
THINGS I WRITE
- fandoms: wednesday, stranger things, harry potter, anne with an e, hunger games, battlestar galactica
- fandoms i'm in but don't write a lot (or write nothing) for: star wars, marvel, maze runner, how to train your dragon, disney, she-ra, gravity falls, star versus the forces of evil, the owl house, carnival row, spiderverse, lord of the rings, the hobbit, chronicles of narnia, miss peregrine's home for peculiar children, ever after high, teen wolf, merlin, and heartstopper
- ships: my main four are wyler, ronance, shirbert, and dramione. but my entire list consists of those, reylo, madwheeler, byler, wolfstar, snowbaird, starco, gwiles, and starpollo
- drabbles, blurbs, one shots, fanfics and fanfic concepts
- fluff, smut, angst, and whump
not writing but i also enjoy making moodboards/aesthetics and gifsets (though i am still learning gifs)
i also enjoy compiling/making playlists!!
THINGS I WON'T WRITE
- reader inserts, just not something i'm super comfortable with
- along with reader inserts is any ocs × canon characters. i prefer to write canon characters × canon characters as it's easier for me and just my preference
- toxic/bad ships, for example: snape and hermione. and i will absolutely not write ships for characters that are related to each other or have a major age difference!!! or any weird ones like dobby × harry.
- certain tws! anything that relates to r*pe, incest, pedophilia, eating disorders, sewerslide, etc. other tws i have written before and are okay for me to write, like self-harm, suicidal thoughts, heavy angst/whump, blood/violence, etc. if you're unsure you can always ask me, or i'll let you know if i'd prefer not to write a certain topic
- crack ships, it's just not my thing as i don't really write anything that's meant to be comical
- certain characters: this goes along with the toxic ships, etc. but there are certain characters i will refuse to write. an example is billy hargrove or peter petigrew. the reasons of why i won't may vary but it shall be respected regardless
•••
if you have any questions about any of this feel free to comment them, pm me, or send em in asks!
#ships#fandom#fandoms#fandom ships#writing#writings#writer#writing requests#requests#guidelines#introductory post#ao3 writer#dramione#wyler#ronance#shirbert#netflix#wednesday netflix#harry potter#stranger things#anne with an e#the hunger games#marvel#spiderverse#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#battlestar galactica#fandom list#ship list#writing list
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ masterlist
characters i write for
*note: i am not currently writing for some of the characters on this list, so keep that in mind if you want to make a request!
ੈ✩‧₊˚ celebrations
100 followers celebration (closed)
200 followers celebration (closed)
300 followers celebration (closed)
ੈ✩‧₊˚ wednesday
wednesday addams
wednesday + nightmares/sleep -> fic + headcanons
space -> fic
wednesday + comforting -> drabble
match -> fic
wednesday + cats -> fic
being wednesday addams' normie s/o with a dark past -> fic
wednesday with a cuddly s/o -> headcanons
rowan laslow
house of mirrors (fic) | part one, part two, part three
tyler galpin
tyler + friends to lovers -> fic
enid sinclair
being enid sinclair's normie s/o -> fic + headcanons
general
wednesday characters seeing their s/o in a suit -> headcanons
ੈ✩‧₊˚ daisy jones & the six
eddie roundtree
THE CHAIN (mini-series) -> complete
part one: drummers' curse
part two: knocks
part three: the six
part four: aurora
karen sirko
haunted -> fic
daisy jones
cherry coke -> fic
graham dunne
blurb #1 -> drabble
ੈ✩‧₊˚ dc universe
dick grayson
dating dick grayson -> headcanons
ੈ✩‧₊˚ miscellaneous
peeta mellark (the hunger games)
peeta comforting the reader after a bad day -> headcanons
gilbert blythe (anne with an e)
like real people do -> fic
the last of us (hbo)
don't look down -> fic
ellie williams (the last of us)
real or not real -> fic
conrad fisher (the summer i turned pretty)
different -> fic
jules paxton (bend it like beckham)
movie night -> fic
peter prior (true detective: night country)
beneath the ice -> fic
madison montgomery (american horror story: coven)
dating madison montgomery -> headcanon
3 times madison tried to piss off y/n...and the 1 time it worked -> fic
isabel (bottoms)
not another teen movie -> fic
ੈ✩‧₊˚ plots in progress
FIVE SECONDS FLAT -> the boys
CHAOS THEORY -> marvel
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DATING MODERN!GILBERT BLYTHE 🧦✨
golden boy. he’s just a good influence to everyone, i know that.
warnings: none. just heavy HEAVY DEEP fluff. 💞
nymphastoria’s masterlist
buy the chaotic author a coffee ☕️
dark academia boy
study dates always
he just likes to sit next to you while studying and touch your elbows just to show that he’s busy but still caring about you
he reads fairy tales for you before going to the bed and you usually fall asleep in his arms
he likes to brush your hair before going to sleep, it’s his way to say that he loves you
he buy flowers for you randomly, just to see you smiling
and he loves to play chess with you, and if you’re upset or sad this day, he lets you win and then prepare hot cocoa to you
his favorite date is watching movies while cuddling with you
gilbert always carry two books with him, one for him and one for you
his cellphone is full of pictures of you
after starting to date you, gilbert got a job just to buy books and take you to coffee dates
he takes you to museums, library, fields or a abandoned place to enjoy his time with you
FOREHEAD KISSES
KISSING YOUR HAND EVERYTIME HE SEES YOU
playing with your hair everytime you cuddle
gilbert cares about you and every new thing he learns in medicine he tries on you
you two growing a medicine garden in his house
you help him preparing teas and “potions”
while he’s cooking you’re reading poetry out loud for him
and when he’s studying and you already finished, you just sit somewhere near him and knit, usually sweaters for him
rainy days are the perfect days because you too stay in under cozy blankets reading gothic literature
he’s planning to take you on a trip to germany to propose you in front of the Neuschwanstein castle because you’re so perfect and his princess that sometimes he feels like he’s insane and he’s just fantasizing such a beautiful creature as you
you always care with you his favorite candies to hand him before a test
you guys stay up all night together, sometimes studying, sometimes pretending you are some kind of victorian ghosts having a conversation contemplating life and death
knowing each other as the palm of your hand
when you’re apart and gilbert has some crazy idea in the middle of the night, he wont hesitate to call you and share the idea with you, and you don’t mind him calling you at 2 am
play fights after studying and puzzles in the floor
wearing matching socks
gilbert loves to take you to picnics on his bike, he takes his polaroid with him to photograph you
your comfort show to watch together has to be outlander, everything about this show is perfect and gilbert really likes how deep jamie loves claire and he wants to be like him with you
holding hands while walking on the streets
and gilbert is an old soul, a gentleman. he opens the doors for you, pull your chair, hands you his jacket when its too cold, buys you everything you’re looking at without asking
his love language is acts of service
do you need milk at 5pm of a tuesday because you’ve decided do bake a cake? no problem, he will stop everything he’s doing to attend your wish
gilbert loves to spoil you
he’s perfect 🤧
#gilbert blythe#anne with an e#gilbert blythe headcanon#gilbert blythe x reader#gilbert blythe imagine#gilbert blythe blurb#anne with an e imagine#anne with an e headcanon
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Gilbert x Reader
> list 1 of more Gilbert fics
• New friend (+ Bash)
• Tell em
• Odysee (headcanon)
• The princess & I
• Goodbye
• Court you
• Delly’s babysitter’s
• Compare you
• Insecure (Platonic!Reader)
• Seen the rain
• Seen the rain //part 2
• Wrong end
• Wrong end //part 2
• Conqueror
• Calls me home
• My once upon a time
• State of mind
• Brain & heart (Gilbert’s POV)
• Glued
• Bad cramps
• Take notice
• I need a doctor
• Introducing me!
• In my arms
• No more lies
• Not as planned (Reader!Gillis)
• Your attention
• Burning flames
• Objections
• Moments in our lives
• Bittersweet goodbye (Male!Reader)
• Bittersweet goodbye //part 2 (Male!Reader)
• Song of our heart
• During lunch
• Remember me
• Danger on the loose (HP//Au)
• A thief’s manners (Male!Reader) Robin Hood / au
• Clever and all
• Cunningly (Hogwarts//au)
• Rude boys (Sis!Reader)
• Only mine
• Farmer’s market
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Time | Gilbert Blythe
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summary: time can fix a lot of things if you let it
words: 1.5K
requested by: anon
It’s been six months since Gilbert Blythe left. Six months without the boy you love so dearly. Six months without your friend. Gilbert had made short notice plans only days after his father’s funeral. When John Blythe died it felt like a never ending fog swept across Avonlea. You remember Mr. Blythe from your childhood. He was a very kind man that took good care of you, so when the news of his passing had arrived at your parent’s house you felt a heavy pit in your stomach. You were saddened by his death and couldn’t imagine what Gilbert was going through and sent him a pie the same day, knowing he would have a hard time preparing food for himself. It has been months since you attended the funeral and you remember it like it was yesterday.
‘Y/N dear, make sure to wear your black straw hat.’ your mother called up to your room.
You grabbed your hat and gently placed it on your head not wanting to mess up your curls. You took one last look in your mirror and hurried downstairs to see your father, mother and younger brother waiting for you. You quickly grabbed your shoes and tied them up.
‘I sure hope Gilbert’s okay,’ you spoke into the room feeling uneasy about the next couple of hours.
‘You’ll be able to see for yourself once we arrive.’ your mother said, adjusting your hat. She placed her hands and your shoulder and smiled.
‘Come one now, the carriage is waiting.’ your father announced and opened the door to reveal a coat of snow that painted the countryside. You stomped through the snow and sat yourself to the far left of the carriage as your mother, father and brother followed. The coachman lightly whipped the horse and you were on your way. When you arrived at the Blythe’s family burial site you saw the carriage that pulled Mr. Blythe’s casket towards the hole. You also saw Gilbert leading the line of people. You saw the pain in his eyes. His sparkly brown eyes were now dull, and glossed with his salty tears. His cheerful smile with those dimples you so loved, disappeared and weren’t to be seen. His posture was slouched and his head hanging from his shoulders on a thread. Your family and you respectfully walked up to the crowd that was gathered for a prayer in honour of his father. You saw Anne, Diana, Ruby, Jane, Tillie and Josie, all spread out throughout the crowd. You locked eyes with Anne and gave her a warm quick smile before turning away. When the service was over everyone gathered at the Gilbert House for some tea and conversation. You stood next to your mother, plate in your hands but you weren’t in the mood to eat. You set it aside and walked around the house to look for Gilbert. He probably needed someone to talk to. Once you searched around the house and almost gave up, you saw him outside in the front yard. You grabbed your coat, scarf and hat and rushed down the front steps.
‘Gilbert!’ you yelled after him.
Gilbert turned around with a surprised face, yet his eyes still carried his sadness within.
‘Are you leaving?’ you pushed your hands deeper into your pockets.
‘I can’t stand being in that house. Everyone wants to comfort me but I just want to be left alone.’ he confessed.
His hat draped over his forehead making it hard to make out his facial expression.
‘Where are you going?’ you asked him as he didn’t seem to stop walking.
‘I don’t know, the lake perhaps.’
‘May I join?’
He nodded and continued to look straight ahead.
After some time you arrived at the small lake in the forest you always went to after school in the summer. Everyone would meet up to bathe in the sun kissed water but everyone was happy and enjoying themselves. Today’s occasion was the opposite. You sat on a tree trunk and pulled your gloves from your pockets. Gilbert sat next to you and stared at the frozen water. He found comfort among the empty woods. You felt like giving him alone time and told him that you were going back to the house. That was the last time you saw Gilbert. Days after he packed his things and left on a ship. He left a note with a few details so that Avonlea wouldn’t erupt in fear of a murder or some sort.
During the first three months you would leave letters at Gilbert’s house in case he came back unannounced; just like he left, but you stopped soon after, after you realised that he wouldn’t be coming back for a long time.
You were peacefully sleeping in your bed when a loud thud awoke you. Your eyes were squinted due to the sun rays shining on your face. You got out of bed and started to get ready. Anne would be arriving any minute now. You always walked to school together. It was safer and more fun. When you rushed out of the door you saw Anne waiting on your doorsteps with an extra bottle of milk. You walked to school and noticed a large crowd gathered in front of the doors. Noticing the rest of the girl you walked up to them to ask what was going on.
‘Ruby!’ you called out and saw her spin around with a big smile on her face. ‘What’s going on?’
‘It’s Gilbert!’ she cheered loudly.
Your eyes went wide as you stared back at Anne. She had the same look painted across her face.
‘What do you mean ‘Gilbert’?
‘My uncle who works at The White Sands Hotel said that Gilbert passed through the place. Supposedly he was working on a ship!’ Ruby’s face was gleaming with joy. ‘He was covered in coal ashes.’
‘Is, Is Gilbert here? At school?’ you asked intriguingly.
‘I haven’t been inside but I don’t believe so. He’s probably at home.’ Diana chimed in.
You had to see him. You just had to. Knowing he was back and not knowing if he’d part again you ran back towards the forest. You made your way through the foggy woods and ran up to Gilbert’s house. You went up to the door and knocked on the door like your life depended on it. A few seconds later a man, whom you’ve never seen before opened the door.
‘Hello, who are you.’ he said in a strong accent.
‘Is Gilbert here?’
‘Yes, he is.’ the man smiled at you before he shouted at the top of his lungs. ‘Gilbert! There’s a girl wanting to talk to you.’
‘I’ll just come in.’ you smiled before slipping through the door.
‘Y/N?’ Gilbert sounded surprised. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘What are you doing here?’ mimicked him.
‘It’s good to see you.’
Gilbert seemed happier than the last time you saw him. His teary eyes were now filled with joy. He seemed...okay, and you didn’t want to take that away from him but he couldn’t just show up and pretend like nothing happened.
‘Why did you leave?’
Gilbert’s back stiffened and shifted onto his other leg. He looked down at the floor not making eye contact with you.
‘Can you at least look at me.’ a hint of disappointment and annoyance coating your words.
‘I needed to get away from here.’
‘You left without a goodbye and you left without telling anyone. Do you know what it feels like? To see your friend leave you behind?’ you raised your voice. ‘You could’ve at least told me. I didn’t know when you were coming back. I thought you left me!’
‘Y/N, I’m sorry but I wasn’t in a good headspace and needed distance from this god forsaken town.’ he stormed past you. The man that had answered the door was long gone. Only the presence of the two of you filled the cold house.
‘Distance from me?’
‘I never said that.’ his irritated voice erupted from the back of the pantry.
‘Sounds like it to me!’ you yelled back, angrily stomping after him.
‘Why are you picking a fight with me, Y/N.?’
‘A fight?’ you stared at him in disbelief. ‘Picking a fight with you? I came over because Ruby was swooning over your return and I came here to make sure it was true. To-see-if -my-friend-who-left-me-without-a-trace-of his-existence-came-back!’ you snapped in one breath.
You had enough and quite frankly didn’t know what to do anymore. The person you loved so dearly had hurt you in a way that you couldn’t understand. Gilbert sat down at his wooden table and stared at you for a few seconds before talking.
‘What can I do?’ he said.
‘What can you do? I don’t know, what can you?’
‘Y/N, I’m serious. I don’t want this friendship to end over this.’
‘You think I want this? I’m just upset that you left me if you hadn’t noticed.’
‘Please tell me what I can do.’ he pleaded out.
He stood up and took your hands into his. His brown eyes stared into your as your breath hitched.
‘I-I don’t know.’ you confess as you slid your hands out of his and turned your back towards him. ‘Nothing can fix this except time.’
You walked towards the door looking back at Gilbert once more.
‘Time can fix a lot of things if you let it.’
#awae#awae imagine#anne with an e#anne of green gables#anne shirley cuthbert#period drama#anne x gilbert#gilbert blythe#gilbert blythe imagine#gilbert blythe imagines#gilbert blythe blurb#gilbert blythe blurbs#gilbert blythe headcanon#gilbert blythe headcanons#gilbert blythe angst#gilbert blythe fluff#gilbert blythe x you#gilbert blythe x reader#gilbert blythe x y/n
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masterlist!
last updated april 15 2023
requests are closed
(also a special thank you to @imshiningjustforyou for telling me how to make this 😭 i appreciate it so much, you were so so helpful<33)
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the marauders
⤑ james potter
fics:
invisible string : fem! reader, angst to fluff, hurt/comfort. wc: 4k
⤑ in which james potter has a quidditch injury, and, in healing, meets someone special
enchanted: fem! reader, fluff, childhood friends to lovers. wc: 1k
⤑ in which james potter, ever the romantic, asks you to the yule ball
cardigan: fem! reader, angst. wc: 1k
⤑ in which james knows she's the peter to his wendy, but she keeps slipping from his grasp
miss americana & the heartbreak prince: royalty au, fem!reader, fluff, wc: 1.2k
⤑ in which prince james finds his princess at the ball
blurbs/thoughts:
james with an s/o who's always cold : gn! reader, fluff
james with a reader who's on their period : reader with a uterus, fluff
headcanons:
james dating someone with anxiety
⤑ remus lupin
nothing yet!
⤑ sirius black
short fics/blurbs:
style: fem!reader, drummer!sirius, band au, fluff. wc: 400
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gilmore girls
⤑ jess mariano <3
fics: none yet!
blurbs/thoughts: none yet!
headcanons:
jess with the grumpy x sunshine trope : gn!reader, fluff, little bit of angst
⤑ tristan dugray
nothing yet!
⤑ logan huntzberger
nothing yet!
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anne with an e
⤑ gilbert blythe
fics:
paper rings: fem!reader, fluff, bit of angst, friends to lovers. wc: 5.7k
⤑ the 4 times gilbert blythe fell in love with you, and the 1 time he knew he'd do it all over again
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dead poets society
⤑ neil perry, todd anderson, steven meeks, gerard pitts, charlie dalton (no knox or cameron here sorry. also all of these are individual, i dont write poly, i'm just too lazy to make bullet points for each of them)
steven meeks fic coming soon!
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six of crows/shadow & bone
⤑ kaz brekker, matthias helvar, jesper fahey, wylan van eck (same as dps! not poly, just too lazy to bullet point each of them.)
nothing yet!
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little women
⤑ theodore 'laurie' laurence
nothing yet!
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character playlists (100 followers celly)
james potter
remus lupin
sirius black
theodore 'laurie' laurence
anne shirley cuthbert
diana barry
alina starkov
#bea's masterlist!#james potter#dead poets society#marauders#gilmore girls#jess mariano#marauders masterlist#james potter masterlist#dead poets society masterlist
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a short blurb from a one-shot i’m writing about our favorite Canadian couple
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The splitting smile that broke across her face could have lit a thousand planets for a thousand years and without even looking back or thinking about what she was doing, Anne was bounding up the stairs of the porch and jumping straight into Gilbert’s arms.
“Gilbert!” She exclaimed in his ear, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders - were they broader than before? - and her nose pressed into the shell of his ear. “You’re here! How - why - when -“
“Who’s this?” Gilbert asked, cutting through Anne’s chattering. His voice was flat though unfailingly politely and the dissonance seemed to dampen the sun of the day.
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“Gilbert Blythe, are you jealous?”
The furrow in his brow deepened and he crossed his arms over his chest petulantly, refusing to meet Anne’s eye.
“That’s not what this is about,” he said bitterly, his voice lower and more graveled than she had heard in years.
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#anne with an e fanfiction#anne of green gables fanfiction#gilbert blythe fanfiction#anne shirley fanfiction#not really angst haha#unless...?#shirbert fanfiction
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well.., are they? || gilbert blythe x f!reader
jealous gilbert basically
got carried away again omfg someone stop me
warnings : cursing (from me lol), billy andrews, slut shaming but no sexual activities actually happen, idk if thats it
i was also inconsistent bc i kept using both "u" and "you" i apologize for that
— he would never say it out loud thats for sure
— if u weren’t together or anything he wouldn’t really be all petty about it
— big boy knows his place
— but he may throw in some subtle moves to get ur attention
— if he feels like it that is
— idk where i’m going with this
— but if you were together or like he was courting u or smth
— he’d definitely do something abt it
— if u thought he was protective while he was only crushing on u bbg he’s like 10 times worse now
— or better, if u like that sort of stuff
— he’s definitely not possessive protective, he just rlly doesn’t want u getting hurt :(
— i’m going off topic
— billy’s an ass
— we all know that
— but he also has a maaaassive crush on u
— and u being u
— u were oblivious to his painfully evident attraction to u
— your mind and heart was too full of your gilbert you couldn’t possibly think of any other man in that way
— gilbert on the other hand, has known about billboy’s crush on u for years
— flashbacks to when he keeps calling him “bud”
— he didn’t rlly do anything abt it at first, bc yk, he didn’t rlly have the right to
— but u were his girl now
— side note he wouldn’t call u “his girl” if you didn’t like it:))
— alr back to billiards
— he was soo fucking
— ugh idk but he was acting like a grade a asshole that's for sure
— he’d like constantly be around u
— and like help u out with stuff like gilbert would
— u didn’t think much of it, most of the boys u knew were gentlemen
— but then he started spreading rumors
— apparently u two made out when u came over his house over the weekend
— when u were actually at gilbert’s
— here we go
— monday came and it was torture
— the second u came through the door, the girls rushed to you and pulled u into their little corner
— side note #2 i’d give anything to be invited to their little corner
— u got bombarded with questions
— somehow they all knew they were just rumors
— they all understood how in love u are with gilbert, and they knew u too well to know u would never
— except josie
— she was being a bitch about the whole thing
— called u nasty words
— “you enjoy being passed around, y/n? i mean i’m not surprised, we all knew how you were gonna turn out. just didn’t think it’d be this early.”
— fuck u josie
— the girls immediately came to ur aid, especially anne and diana
— i love them all so much
— meanwhile outside, billy and some boys were playing catch
— while gossiping ofc
— while u were basically scared for your life, billy was being congratulated
— for stealing blythe’s girl apparently
— “such sweet lips she had, couldn’t get enough of me. she was practically begging for more!” he laughed while tossing the ball to charlie
— ugh
— “really? y/n? y/n y/l/n? i never thought she’d be disloyal to gilbert. the two are practically engaged.” charlie added
— “i thought so too, but—, guess she just couldn’t control herself.” billy replied as he laughed along with the other boys
— what he didn’t know was that gilbert was listening the whole time
— ofc he knew this wasn’t true, he was practically glued to u all weekend
— omg new blurb idea
— anyways
— the second he heard this his mind immediately went to u
— how were u doing? were u alright? oh what would people say about u if they heard about this?
— he knows u arrive to school earlier than him so he concluded that u probably already heard about all this
— he desperately wanted to check on u
— but he had to deal with this dickhead first
— gilbert blythe style
— he walked towards the group
— but not like power walk walk
— yk that slow smug walk that ppl do when they’re about to confront someone?
— like they’re just letting their feet carry them and smirking? u get the point
— he walked over, jaw clenched but smirking nonetheless
— “hey billy! how’s it goin’?” he smiled as he swung his arm around billy
— “hehey, bud! oh– have you heard the news?” he replied
— “yep, yeah the second i got here.” gilbert smiled
— billy pulled away so he could face gilbert “hey, uh– i’m sorry ‘bout your gi— y/n. i mean we all know how girls get. they can be such—”
— ooh
— before he could finish, gilbert’s fist met his face
— he punched him so hard he literally fell to the ground
— the boys gasped, which caught the girls’ attention
— it also caught your attention, which halted ur sobbing
— oh did i mention u were sobbing? bc you know, 19th century, small town, word gets around, and unfortunately for u weren’t rich and privileged so ur reputation was very fragile
— u all scurried towards the window
— and u saw gilbert bend down to billy’s level, fisting his collar in his hand
— “try saying anything like that about my girl again– or any girl for that matter– i’ll aim for your mouth next time so you’ll finally zip it.” he sneered
— i literally don’t know how to write threats i’m so sorry
— billy couldn’t say anything. but before he could even nod, he was shoved down to the ground again
— bro where’s the teacher my god
— he made his way inside, prepared to comfort you
— and when he was met by your tear stained face and glossy eyes, his heart broke for you
— he pulled you aside while the girls retreated back to their little corner
— he led you to the coat room area thingy i forgot what its called
— and just pulled you into his arms
— my touched starved ass omg
— u rubbed your face on his shirt to wipe your tears which made him laugh
— u pulled away, but staying close enough so your chests are almost touching, and he kept his hands on your shoulders to ground u and to remind u that he’s there
— “i hate him now.” you mumbled
— “just now?” he chuckled, reaching his hand out to wipe a stray tear off your face
— “he’s dumb, and stupid,” “those mean the same—” “whatever!” you cut him off
— “i mean if you’re gonna spread a rumor, at least make it believable. and there weren’t even any witnesses! he didn’t even know where i was this weekend, and he has siblings! if i was at his house they would know.” you rambled angrily while playing with one of the buttons on his vest
— “adorable” he thought
— “i know, sweetheart, i know. but it’s alright now, he won’t be doing that again anytime soon.” he said while rubbing ur arm and tucking ur hair behind ur ear
— “everyone will think badly of me now.” you huffed, a soft pout adorning ur lips as u looked down at the wooden floor
— “don’t you worry, my love. i’m sure only very few people would believe that nonsense. and you said he was stupid right? billy isn’t capable of getting away with spreading a rumor. your name will be clear in no time.”
— god i love him so much
— “what else did he say?” you asked, your voice soft as you looked up at him
— “he said your lips were sweet.” he replied, jaw clenching at the thought of billy knowing how amazing it is to kiss you
— only he is supposed to know how your kisses feel
— “well.., are they?” you laughed softly, attempting to lighten the mood as a sweet smile started growing on ur pretty face
— “hm, i don’t know, i'm having trouble recalling.” he replied, putting on a faux thinking face
— “oh my! we can’t allow that now, can we?” you gasped sarcastically as he laughed at your antics
— “perhaps you need a reminder?” you looked up at him with a smirk
— “oh fine, since you insist.” how could he deny such an offer?
— you leaned up to peck his lips once, but before you could pull away, his hand found the back of your head while the other rested on your waist, deepening the kiss and pulling you closer if that was even possible
— it made your head all fuzzy
— a good fuzzy
— when you pulled away he was looking down at you with the smuggest face ever
— you wanted to smack it off him
— lovingly
— then mr. philips finally arrived
— when you went to sit down you saw billy in his seat with a grumpy face and a bruised cheek
— you looked at gilbert as to say “you did this??”
— and he did nothing but wink at you
— and he did keep his word
— your name was cleared and billy apologized to you
— with his parents and siblings right behind him
— prissy was so disappointed
— this turned into protective gil instead of jealous gil
— oops
#i need to get more creative with my titles instead of just taking it from what i wrote#can someone tell me how to write less??#unless ppl like that..#gilbert blythe#gilbert blythe x reader#gilbert blythe imagine#gilbert blythe headcannons#gilbert blythe one shot#gilbert blythe fanfic#gilbert blythe angst#awae#awae fanfic#awae x reader#awae imagine
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i cannot stop thinking about gilbert blythe and pet names
— darling, sweetheart, dear, etc..
— if he’s feeling goofy and wants to tease you he’d use sugarplum, honeybun, etc..
— and when he adds "my" before using the pet name UGHHHH
— "how’s my darling doing today?"
— BARK BARK BARK
— also when he calls you "his girl"
— "my y/n"
— i’m going feral
— poor sebastian would have to listen to him ramble about his beloved
— he loves it and hates it at the same time
— #bestboybash
— i’m running out of ideas but i desperately want to make a fluffy blurb about this
— first headcannon list thingy!! idk how i did but i definitely had fun😭 —
#raine’s writing era comeback?? :o#gilbert blythe#gilbert blythe x reader#gilbert blythe headcannons#gilbert blythe fluff#gilbert blythe imagine#anne with an e#awae#awae x reader#awae imagine
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Help (Gilbert Blythe x Reader) AU! Modern/College
A/N: Blurb Number 1 !!!!, i hope you like it
Words: 562
Request: Hi! Congrats on your 200, can I request a Gilbert Blythe xreader with AU!Modern/College and #2 of stupidly fluffy pls? love your works ;D
Promp: 2. Stupidly fluffy “I would do anything to make you smile”
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This is too much. Homework, projects, reports, essays, exams, did all the teachers agree to put everything together this month? I can not believe it.
My brain can't even start something, just thinking about everything I have to do, my breathing stops, my heart hammers in my chest.
I thought that if I started my homework in the library everything would be easier, but I was very wrong. When I gathered all the books I needed, the scattered notebooks on the table and the thousands of web pages on my computer my anxiety only increased.
I look around me, the librarian is far away and the other students are very focused, I couldn't interrupt them. I feel a couple of tears wet my cheeks and I cover my mouth to prevent sobs from being heard. I can't believe I'm having a crisis at the library.
"Hey, are you alright?"
As soon as I hear a male voice beside me, I wipe my cheeks and look away. “Yes I am!”
The chair on the other side of my table is dragged and the boy sits on it. He puts his backpack in the only space left on the table.
"I don't think someone cries when they’re okay…”
I look up to meet my classmate: Gilbert Blythe.
"I'll be fine, don't worry," I open a book and pretend I know what I'm doing, ignoring the dark-haired man's gaze.
“Y/N, You don't have to pretend with me. What's wrong?"
I go back to him and bite my lower lip nervously. Just then, I realize something.
"Shouldn't you be doing the thousand things they have left us?"
He scratches the back of his neck nervously.
"Actually, that's why I came… I wanted a quiet place, I suppose you were looking for that too?"
"And I just got an anxiety attack…” I chuckle.
He looks at me concerned.
“I could help, you know– you don't have to do this on your own."
"Could you help me?"
"I have some things done, they could be of help to you and if you don't understand something... we can do some research,” He really tries not to make me feel worse. “You're also a good student, you could help me back…“
It’s not a bad idea. I ponder for a second.
"Come on, it’ll surely be faster, and..." He looks around. "We could go to another less depressing place?” He offers, leasing closer to my face.
I feel my cheeks flush.
"Ah... I– yes, it's fine,” I stutter a little.
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"We are freeeeee!" I scream as we step out onto the campus grounds holding up the final exam of the semester.
Gilbert laughs. We both shout with excitement regardless of the other students' looks.
When we're done, I can't help but hug Gilbert, my arms around his neck, and I can feel his arms around my waist. We’re both smiling.
"Thank you, Gilbert. I couldn't have done it without you!” He smiles.
"Hey, I would do anything to make you smile…“
Obviously, that made me smile even more. I stand on my tiptoes and kiss his cheek, but before I could break the hug, I feel his lips on mine in a quick kiss.
I look at him in surprise and I notice that he’s blushing. I don't wait long to put our lips back together in a sweet kiss.
#anne with an e#anne with an e fanfic#Gilbert Blythe#Gilbert Blythe x reader#Blurb#twoidiots writing#followers celebration
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Hardly Working (Shirbert One-Shot)
A/N: Had to make this one Modern!AU and coworkers!AU bc I felt inspired
P.S. This is not proofread bc it’s smol and I’m lazy -Danny
Words: 558
Requests: @sunshineslollipops can you do gilbert x anne shamelessly making out and get caught by their friends and they're all freaking out and teasing them at the same time??
“Did you have to come to work wearing this shirt?”
“I know you love it, so of course I had to,” Gilbert smirked, pulling her closer by the waist and deepening the kiss.
Anne groaned but didn’t pull back. Even if their relationship was relatively new they’d grown used to sneak away during their short breaks whenever one of them was in the mood… which was always.
The office they were currently in was a supply room kinda forgotten since it was a the very end of the second floor. However, kinda forgotten doesn’t mean abandoned, anyone could walk in and find them like a couple of teenagers trying to get away with their mischief.
Which was exactly what happened when Cole abruptly stepped into the room and jumped back just as quickly at the sight.
“Fuck!” He yelled.
“Shit!” Gilbert hit the back of his head trying to disentangled himself from Anne.
“Dammit,” Anne grimaced.
“Are you out of your mind?!” Cole entered a second time, now making sure both of his friends were standing decently apart. “Some of us are trying to work here!”
“What’s happening?” Ruby and Philippa got closer, hearing the yelling from each of their desks.
“I came here looking for a folder and these two were going at it like it’s a Motel room!” Cole said, though he was clearly enjoying this.
“Honestly Cole, that’s an exaggeration,” Gilbert scolded. “We still had our clothes on–”
“Still?”
“You’re not helping, Gilbert!” Anne groaned. “Listen can you move so we can go back to work, then?”
“Wait, you two were kissing? For real?” Philippa laughed. “Oh my! Bash is going to love this!”
“Not a word to Bash!” Gilbert warned.
“Not a word,” Cole smiled sheepishly, at the same time, he snapped a few pictures.
“Cole!” Anne hissed.
“I’m so happy for you two!” Ruby exclaimed, beaming. “Anne’s been dying to ask you out for months now, I thought I’d never happened! Wait till I tell Moody, he’ll be so glad…”
“Months?” Gilbert turned to look at his girlfriend with a smirk. “I thought you’d only said yes when I asked you out only to shut me up.”
“Okay well, maybe I lied a little,” The young woman frowned.
“No need to brag, Blythe,” Phil raised a brow. “Everyone in this office saw you mope around the building when Anne rejected you the first time.”
“That’s not true!”
“Jerry!” Phil looked over her shoulder to one of the desk on her left. “What did you tell me last week when I ask how Gilbert was doing?”
Jerry’s head peered over to them.
“It’s been a month since he last listened to that sappy Sam Smith song! The one Anne said she liked that time at Jane’s birthday party–”
Anne cackled, looking at Gilbert with a mocking smile.
“You’re so dramatic…”
“Says the girl that has a list of baby names on her desk with the last name ‘Blythe’ on them…” Jerry continued relentlessly.
“What?!”
“Nevermind that!” Anne said, turning scarlet.
“Well, that was fun,” Cole smirked. “I can’t wait to see Roy’s face when he finds out. He just lost fifty bucks!”
“Bash won eighty though, lucky bastard,” Phil grumbled.
Then Cole shut the door on their faces, Anne and Gilbert dreading the moment they’d have to walk out of that supply room.
#awae#anne with an e fanfic#shirbert fanfic#shirbert#Anne with an E#anne shirley x gilbert blythe#twoidiots writing#twoidiots blurbs#followers celebration#200 followers
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Hellooo!!! If I may, I would like to put in a blurb request please!!? I was looking at the blurb prompt list thing and I feel like an Anne with an E, gilbert and anne would be so cute with the Alternative universe either Cute Neighbor + Cryptid mess (number 4) or Very conflicted costumer + worker at the store (number 7)!!! I would like to put a request in for one of those if you guys have the time!! ALSO YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME THANKS I LOVE READING YOUR FICS!!! :)
I went with the neighbors stuff but not modern bc is cuter this way lmao -Danny
A/N: If anyone wonders what promptlist we’re using, we created it during our 300 followers celebration, but we never used the whole thing so feel free to send more requests with it!
Early Visit -(Shirbert fic)
Gilbert comes home from checking on a patient at around midnight. He’s tired, his clothes are a mess and his hair is probably looking like a nightmare.
On his way back he sees light coming from the house near his, where he knows lives the one and only Anne Shirley, Avonlea’s beloved teacher.
He stops his horse near the house and stares at it for a moment, wondering what is his dear friend doing.
Well, “friend” is an exaggeration, Anne has barely spoken to him like three times, but he finds the sweet girl endearing... which means he’s completely and ridiculously in love with her.
The small figure of a woman walks across the lit room and stops abruptly when she sees the dark figure standing right outside her house. Gilbert panics and realizes it’s probably not the best time to be daydreaming, and so he starts to gallop away, cursing his own lack of decency.
The next day he wakes up to a loud knocking on his door, he’s disoriented and still sleepy, but he’s used to random people coming to his house at all times to ask for help and so he immediately dresses up without really paying attention.
He stumbles down the stairs and finally opens the front door to meet a very worried Anne.
“Goodmor...” The woman briefly looks down at his figure and yelps. “Mr Blythe?”
“Yes?” He asks in awe.
“You’re missing clothing,” She says weakly.
“Oh,” He looks down for a moment, then closes the door on her face.
Gilbert looks at the reflection of the mirror he has on the entrance’s hall and is absolutely horrified to see he’s not wearing a shirt.
“Er... just a moment!” He says through the door. “Just one moment Miss Shirley!”
“It’s okay!” She speaks, her voice sounds like she’s trying very hard not to laugh. “I just came to leave lunch for you!”
“What?” He stops at the foot of the stairs. “I’m sorry Miss Shirley, I don’t remember asking you to bring me such a thing?”
“Oh... no. No, you didn’t,” Now she says anxiously, has there been some sort of misunderstanding? “It’s just that I saw you last night when you were coming back home and I thought you would wake up hungry... and since you keep refusing to hire someone to help you around the house—”
“I can handle myself just fine,” He says defensively.
“Yes, I see that,” She replies quickly, but he can hear the irony in her voice.
Gilbert approaches the door again, he opens it a bit and peers through it. “Would you like to come in, Miss Shirley?”
“Anne,” She corrects, she also makes a huge effort not to stare at the mop of hair Mr Blythe hasn’t been able to brush since she woke him up by coming unannounced.
“Anne,” He nods, and the woman feels a strange thrill at the way he pronounces her name. “Would you?”
“If it’s not a problem...”
“It isn’t,” He assures her. “I just... I... You would need to come in and look away for a moment, just while I go back to my room to dress properly—you see, I don’t want to upset her.”
“You would never,” She responds. “But I don’t want to make you feel like a bad man, so of course, I will look away if that’s what you need me to do.”
Gilbert opens the door completely and Anne fixes her eyes on his feet.
“There you go,” She shows him the small basket she’d brought and Gilbert’s heart squeezes with affection. “Where should I put it?”
“You can take it to the kitchen, although I warn you, it’s a mess in there—didn’t have time to clean it before going to check on my patient last night...”
“Don’t worry, Mr Blythe, I promise I won’t judge you much.”
“That’s hard to believe, coming from Miss Cuthbert’s daughter,” He replies humorously.
Anne laughs. “Well, she was as understanding as she was strict, believe me when I tell you I won’t be cruel.”
“Very well,” He starts to walk towards the stairs. “I’ll be back in just a moment, please feel free to take a seat—my home is always happy to welcome you in.”
Anne smiles without looking up. She listens to his footsteps going up and in the brief moment of weakness that takes over her, she looks towards the sound.
Mr Blythe’s back is possibly the most entrancing thing she’s ever seen, almost out of a fairytale, she thinks that’s how knights in shiny armours are supposed to look—without the armours, of course.
The woman shakes her head and frowns, what kind of ideas are those? She mustn’t go around talking about stranger’s backs as if it were okay!
Anne goes into the kitchen and what she sees is slightly alarming. Mr Blythe wasn’t lying when he said it was a mess. There are newspapers spread around the table, dirty plates and leftover’s still laying around. She even sees a sock hanging from a chair! That’s when she decides she can’t leave this house without helping him out a little. The poor thing, he’s been living like a caveman!
Twenty minutes later, when Gilbert finally comes back down to receive Anne properly, he almost doesn’t recognize his kitchen.
It’s not that he enjoys living in a dirty space, he simply doesn’t have the time to keep it as spotless as now. His eyes land on Anne Shirley, who is making tea at the far corner of the room.
That’s when he decides that he’ll marry her. He’s got no idea of how, or when, but Anne is a dream come true, and he won’t stop until she turns into his reality.
“You didn’t have to clean,” He says softly.
“My, Mr Blythe, I believe the right answer would be ‘thank you',” She replies.
“I thank you very much,” He approaches the table and places two cups on it. “But you’re making me feel like a villain. First, you bring me food at an early hour, then you clean my living space—I know you’re a generous and kind person, but do you have to embarrass me every time we speak?”
“It’s you who embarrasses himself every time, dear sir,” She points out. “I hope this doesn’t offend you, but you’re the messiest person I’ve ever met. And I used to burn Marilla’s food when I was little!”
Gilbert laughs, and Anne discovers it’s her favorite sound in the whole wide world.
“You’re not entirely mistaken... I guess I truly am a little out of control.”
“Well at least you do feel bad about it, I’ve met men who believe that being dirty equals being mainly and they’re proud of it! Gross creatures, I’d say... you’re not gross, Mr Blythe.”
“Please, call me Gilbert,” He retorts, and Anne’s heart melts at how gentle his petition comes out of his lips.
“O-of course,” She smiles a little, hoping her flushed cheeks aren’t as red as her hair.
He seems utterly elated at her short reply. Gilbert grabs her basket and starts placing the food on his table in such a graceful way that all she can do is stand and watch him move around. Finally, he draws out a chair and politely asks her if she wants to sit.
She decides a second thing then, it comes from deep within, that part of her that keeps her young and bright. It’s her favourite part of being herself, and because of this she always listens to the things it has to say to her, they’re always good advice.
What this little voice is telling her that morning is rather simple:
Miss Shirley, you have to marry this man.
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