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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.

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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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stargazing-imagines · 9 months

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Run away with me! — Gilbert Blythe x fem!reader

Description — you and Gilbert are dating, but he asks you to run away with him after finding out that you are to be married to a middle aged man

Warnings — age gap mentioned, bad writing, if there’s anything let me know!

Fandom — Anne with an E

A/n— sorry it’s short, I haven’t written for awae in a while so I may be a little scratchy but I hope you enjoy!

You ran up the stairs towards your room, you just heard the news that your father has arranged you a marriage with a middle aged man in Charlottetown. To you this was horrible news.

You were walking towards Gilbert’s house, you stood on the porch for a second before knocking. When you did Bash answered the door

“Y/n! what brings you by?”

You wipe your cheeks, rubbing your hands together before speaking

“Hi, may I see Gilbert?” You asked, bash looked at you before nodding.

“Of course, want to come in or-“

“No, I really can’t stay long.”

——

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“It’s horrible, my parents made plans for me to get married to a middle aged man that I don’t even know an-“

“Wait, how old is this man?” Asked Gilbert as he had worry laced in his voice

“45…”

“Y/n! That is twice your age.” Said Gilbert “why would your parents do that? You are old enough to be his daughter.”

“Do you think my father cares?” You asked “no, all he wants is money.”

“Run away with me…” blurted out Gilbert “I’ll get a job in Toronto and we’ll get married at the courthouse-“

“You would do that for me?” You asked as you smiled

“Of course I would, I love you y/n.”

“Well, let’s do it!” You said as you smiled “let’s run away together.”

——

Anne with an E masterlist

#gilbert blythe x reader #gilbert blythe #awae #anne with an e imagine #anne with an e #gilbertblythe #reader x gilbert blythe

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js-a-writer · 10 months

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Gilbert Blythe X fem!reader? Fluff and if its possible maybe you could write the reader more extroverted..?

Thank you so much for my first request. This is going to be a friends to lovers, I hope your okay with that. I still tried to make it where reader was extroverted, if it's not to your liking just message me and I will fix it or remake it for you. 😊🙂

Y/n has had the biggest crush on Gilbert for what feels like FOREVER!! But Gilbert just can't get the hint. She has tried everything from flirting to even hand holding!

Y/n has never been afraid to speak her mind and go for what she wants, she has always been a bit more extroverted but no one ever seemed to mind.

Gilbert had always loved that about Y/n, her never fearing to stick up for herself (and others) . You see Gilbert had had a crush on Y/n for a while to but he never acted on it in fear that it would ruin their friendship, and he couldn't bare to have that happen. So he convinced himself that all of her flirting was just playful banter shared between friends and that her holding his hand was also completely platonic. His friends had noticed that he was crushing hard, and they tried to convince him to simply just ask her out. But his excuse was always the same, having you as a friend was better than not having you in his life at all.

One day Y/n had just gotten sick of his foolishness and decided that she was going to make the first move. Well the first real move.

She walked to school that day with her head held high, ready to tell Gilbert how she felt. As she was waiting at the path they always meet at to walk to school together, she wondered, what if Gilbert didn't like her back, what if this ended horribly and Gilbert never wanted to be her friend again. But she pushed those thoughts deep down and decided that this was better than keeping those feelings to herself, even though she had been hinting for months.

When Gilbert had finally showed up Y/n took a deep breath ready to face this feeling head-on. "Well goodmorning Y/n are you ready to go." Gilbert asked with a sort of pep in his step. She hesitated before responding, "Uh.. Yeah, let's go." Gilbert was shocked, she had never seemed so shy before and certainly never seemed this nervous. But nonetheless he ignored it and they started making their way towards school.

A few minutes go by without a word said from Y/n. She was deep in thought battling her thoughts telling her that she needs to do this, and she has to be confident about it. "Hey, Y/n are you al-" "Gilbert I like you. I really really like you, and I was wondering if you would want to go on a date with me?" She said abruptly stopping Gilbert's sentence. Gilbert stood there shocked, he would have never imagined that Y/n had feelings for him. But he brought himself back to reality just in time for Y/n to start walking away.

"Y/n, wait! I like you too, I think I might even love you." Gilbert said hoping she would turn around. "Then why didn't you tell me?!" She asked curious to find out why Gilbert had been hiding his shared pining for so long. "I was afraid you wouldn't like me back." "Are gou serious?! I've been hinting at you for months, Gilbert months! I was flirting with you and holding your hand. I did everything in the book to try and get you to make the first move, but you never did. How did you not notice?" Gilbert was shocked. So all those compliments and all the teasing, the hand holding, the cheek kisses, they weren't just friendly gestures, they were real. He hesitated for a moment thinking of what to say next until he acted on the first thought that crossed his clouded mind. He stepped forward grabbed her by the waist and kissed her!

He had finally kissed her! Of course she kissed back and she was so happy, Gilbert had liked her back and now he was kissing her! When they had to break the kiss, because unfortunately they need oxygen, Gilbert picked her up from the waist and spun her around, her dress flowing underneath her. When he finally set her down they stared into eachother's eyes for a moment. Pure joy and admiration pooled their pupils and they could both tell. "I love you too." She says breaking the blissful silence. Gilbert was overjoyed with this news. He picks her up again a spins her around shouting "You love me! I love you! We love eachother!" As she giggled at her lover. "Put me down!"

When he finally put her down he looked into her eyes for a moment before asking the inevitable. "Y/n, would you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?" She looked at him for a moment. "Was that not already established when we kissed, or said 'I love you'... Yes! Gilbert Blythe, I will be your girlfriend." And they sealed the statement with a sweet and loving kiss as they walked hand in hand to school.

I loved writing this imagine. I hope you like it and Gilbert was very oblivious! 😉

#gilbert blythe x reader #anne with an e #crushing

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crvptidgf · 2 years

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Can you write Gilbert x fem!reader courting Headcannons?

Gilbert Blythe x Reader

[FLUFF]

- - -

we all know Gilbert is a gentleman

he would never dare do or say anything to make you uncomfortable

that being said, he was always careful around you; whether it's a chaperoned meeting or not

for example the first time he suggested that he walk you home he made sure to choose his words wisely

"if you would like, could I please walk you home?" he said quietly so no one heard

he didn't want you to have the pressure of people watching you in case you didn't accept his offer

"you're more than welcome to decline," he added, a smile appearing on his face

he knew that sometimes the boys in the school felt entitled, so he feared that you would say yes out of politeness or necessity

however, you two almost being adults now and finishing school, he decided he would just make a move already, not even caring if he was rejected - at least that way he would know he needed to move on

"it would be my pleasure to have you escort me home," you responded

you had been waiting for this moment ever since Tilly had started getting noticed by boys

the two boys fighting over Tilly's attention caused a domino effect of all the guys acting on their affections

it was only a matter of time before Gilbert finally swallowed his pride and asked you

everybody had a subconscious inkling that they should not ask to walk you home - obviously Gilbert lay no claim over you, as did no one else, but it has been a long going theory that you two would end up together

so, as you two walked home, Gilbert holding your basket in his left hand, and your arm holding onto his right elbow, practically the whole school stood watching

whispers of "i knew it!" and "you owe me" could be heard amongst them

"alright, alright, everybody make your way home now," said miss stacey as she tried to get through the big group of students blocking the doorway

now onto the serious business

Gilbert had wanted to meet your parents as soon as possible since it was the proper and gentlemanly thing to do

he brought hand picked flowers for your mother, offering her a kind smile and a bow as he was welcomed inside

a beautiful pink tulip stood in his own jacket pocket as he presented it to you

"for the beautiful lady," he said

your parents, of course, loved him

there was nothing to dislike

him and your father babbled on about farm work and business plans

him and your mother talked about school and studies, him mentioning how he wanted to become a doctor

this undoubtedly impressed them

"a doctor! oh how pleasant - where are you planning to study?" they asked frantically

you begged them to not bombard him with questions but he assured you it was okay

the night ended with Gilbert promising to return, letting your mother know he would bring her some of Sebastian's spices for his next visit

come spring, Gilbert invited you to join him at the carnival

this was your first chaperoned visit outside the home, so it was quite a big deal

it was also the first time you'd officially confirm to Avonlea that you two were courting

you were nervous to say the least

you had worn your best dress, and finally being old enough, your mother helped you put on your corset

you looked positively sophisticated

your hat placed gently on your head, you climbed into the carriage, Gilbert grasping your hand in his to help you up as he followed soon after

it was no surprise to the citizens of Avonlea that you came together, however the presence of the Charlottetown people and others from beyond the county had made you feel overwhelmed

you hooked your arm around Gilbert's, letting him lead you deeper into the festivities

feeling your worry he placed his hand upon yours, squeezing it ever so slightly before letting go

the rest of the evening was filled with him competing in games just to win you little gifts

on one instance he came up to you, face smug with his hands hidden behind his back

"pick a side"

"hmm... left," you had said

he revealed his left hand, showing that it was empty

this was followed by him popping out his right hand with a little fluffy dog plushie as he shook it slightly in his hand

"wrong. i guess i get to keep it now," he said sarcastically

you laughed at his antics, slapping his arm affectionately

there was never a dull moment that day, especially with him complimenting you each and every moment

all of Avonlea (and more) now knew that you and Gilbert were taken, and if it wasn't obvious by anything else that i've said, it definitely became evident by the 5 millionth time that Gilbert would introduce you to people as "charming", "gorgeous", "lovely" or any other word in his expansive vocabulary

he is the king of praising istg he would not shut up about you the whole night

Gilbert made sure to always let you know that he only ever had his eyes on you, and that no woman could ever compare to you

he had a way to make you always feel special

whether it be finding flowers for you, cooking for you, helping you study, etc.

your first ever unchaperoned visit came a while after

it was after you guys had graduated and received your exam results

your parents felt you were old and mature enough, and they trusted Gilbert wholeheartedly to let you finally have tea together

Gilbert decided to take you to a beautiful café in Charlottetown called Great Aunt Anne's

he of course insisted on paying even though you told him it wasn't necessary

"what kind of a future husband would I be if I didn't make sure my lady was taken care of?"

future husband

at this you blushed deeply, just now realizing that he planned on proposing eventually

it didn't hit you until now but this newfound knowledge made you excited for your future with him

the date consisted of many laughs and jokes, your conversations leading you anywhere and everywhere

once dessert arrived he plucked a piece of whipped cream off his pie and smushed it onto your nose, laughing as he did so

"so childish, Blythe," you had said

at the end he escorted you home on the train, and waited with you for your carriage to come

you told him you'd be okay on your own from here but he didn't feel comfortable making you go home on your own

so as he walked you to your door, his hand itching to hold yours, he stopped you in your tracks to turn you towards him

"I meant what I said," he started, "I do intend to marry you one day. maybe not now, or any time soon, but if you'll have me, I will make you a promise that one day I will be yours forever"

he leaned in slowly, his hand reaching to the back of your neck as he pulled you in

"can I?"

with a hasty nod, you pulled him in by his jacket, your lips finally meeting in desperation

you had waited so long to do that

and now as you went to your bedroom, giddy as a schoolgirl, you plopped onto your bed and sighed

being future Mrs. Blythe sounded really good to you...

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kimpossibly · 2 years

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𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎 → g. blythe

pairing: gilbert blythe x fem!reader type: fic request: none warnings: mild angst (but mostly fluff)

prompt/trope: "I like you." A mumbles, almost scared to admit. B absently reaches for A's hand on the railing, a smile forming on their lips. "Can we really do this? Nobody must know-" A throws B's hands on their shoulders, pulling them by their waist. "You and I know, and I think that's--that's more than enough, love." (@urfriendlywriter)

summary: when an accidental glance makes y/n's heart race, she's pushed to make a confession to her best friend, gilbert―who, surprisingly, seems open to a confidential agreement. word count: 1845

One glance. That was all it took. Y/n looked up momentarily from her slate, craned her neck ever so slightly to look beside her, and found a pair of hazel eyes already locked on her. In an instant she saw familiar freckles and curly dark hair, and an instant later they were gone. Gilbert's head snapped away the moment Y/n's eyes met his as he struggled desperately to look instantaneously busy in his studies, but Y/n's head stayed up, a crease forming between her brows as she gazed on, trying to work out why exactly Gilbert's eyes had been on her - and, even more, how long?

"Miss Y/l/n!" Mr. Philips snapped from his place at the desk. "Tear your eyes away from Mr. Blythe for once and focus."

A spattering of giggles from the girls and snickers from the boys coursed over the room. The only two who stayed truly silent were Gilbert and Y/n, who kept their eyes fixed intently on their respective slates so as not to draw any more attention to themselves - or to the other. Y/n's cheeks blazed red (as did Gilbert's although she was too afraid to look up and see it).

But it all begged the question, why? Gilbert and Y/n had been close friends from what seemed like the beginning of time. Well, perhaps friends wasn't the best way to describe how they started out. They began as all children do―by bothering each other. He'd pull her hair and she'd chase him around the schoolyard, throwing insults back and forth until they both ran out of breath. It happened so often that, at some point, they almost began to enjoy it. Soon enough they'd find themselves taking the same path to and from school. They'd use that time to bicker as well, not wanting to walk in awkward silence. Then, eventually, their bickering turned to casual conversation, then to enrapturing discussion about anything―reading, school, the goings on of Avonlea.

But they were friends. That was all. So why was Y/n blushing to high heaven over nothing but a momentary glance?

"Miss Y/l/n! Tear your eyes away from Mr. Blythe for once and focus." Y/n replayed the teacher's scolding again and again in her mind as she walked to town hall. Recently she'd been giving her time to help Miss Lind with the annual Christmas play she put on - with Gilbert. The two had long since grown out of participating, so they volunteered to help in other ways. Miss Lind had put Gilbert in charge of the lighting, seeing as he was the only one who could make sense of the queues and contraptions involved in the process. And Gilbert, quipping that he could only truly stand to be around her for hours at a time, elected Y/n to help him.

Until that day, Y/n had looked forward to rehearsal. But now she found her palms beginning to sweat as the town hall neared, despite the snow that was still surrounding her as she walked.

"Y/n!" Miss Lind exclaimed upon the girl's arrival. "Lovely to see you. Gilbert's already in the loft―go on up and see what you can do to help."

Miss Lind knew to phrase her request in such a way because it was common knowledge that Gilbert was the true brains behind the operation, and Y/n was his less knowledgeable but very teachable assistant. Y/n nodded at Miss Lind's request and left her to continue squawking at the young children singing a very off-key rendition of The Twelve Days of Christmas.

Y/n climbed the familiar steps to the upper loft at the back end of the auditorium, feeling her heart race as she did so. She tried with all her might to scold it back to a normal rhythm, but it was no use. All the panic just wormed its way into her mind, her thoughts racing at speeds that were surely unnatural.

Gilbert was indeed already at the loft, close by the railing, tinkering with one of the stands as she tried to raise it a few inches. Y/n stepped quietly so as not to make her presence known immediately, hoping for a few extra seconds to plan how to address him (although she had never quite wondered such a thing before), but her heel brushed a paint can by the landing and caused a great scraping noise that in turn made Gilbert whip around in surprise.

Y/n pursed her lips. "Oops." she muttered.

She heard Gilbert laugh. "Could you stop knocking things over for a moment and help me?" he asked. "I can't quite figure out how this is supposed to work."

"Aren't you supposed to be the expert on lighting?" Y/n quipped, walking over and crouching to look at the light stand from below. "No, no you're doing it wrong―there's a fixture inside that needs to be turned, but it's locked. There should be something on here to unlock it..." she spoke, running her hands along the stand until her fingers grazed a notch. She seized it, pressing tightly until the button depressed, and there was a small click. Immediately the stand began to collapse into itself, lowering at a high speed. Gilbert and Y/n both reached out to stop it and found their hands on top of each other. At once the stand stopped its fall and came to halt, leaving both Gilbert and Y/n breathless.

There was a moment of silence as they both blinked at the stand, making sure it wouldn't fall. Then, Gilbert let out a breath, laughing slightly. "Now who's the expert?" he asked quietly.

Y/n smiled breathlessly back at him, now intently aware of Gilbert's hand atop hers. He froze as well, seemingly noticing the same thing. Y/n's breath hitched. In an instant she removed her hand from the stand and moved away to let Gilbert raise the stand himself. Y/n moved to stand by the railing and looked down upon the rehearsal on the stage. She picked at wood chips on the railing nervously, her hands growing cold.

Gilbert watched her for a moment as she did so before turning back away to fiddle with the light stand. Something gnawed at him as he did so, but he focused on the task ahead of him.

Y/n chewed on the inside of her cheek and fiddled with the railing. She couldn't do much about the lighting without Gilbert to instruct her―but she was dead set on not turning around and speaking to him unless absolutely necessary. And, right now, nothing seemed necessary. Not in the slightest.

Finally there was a sigh, and Gilbert moved to stand beside her, placing his own hands on the railing. "What?" he asked lowly.

Y/n didn't meet his eyes, but stared straight ahead of her. "What do you mean?"

"You seem upset." he said gently. "Anything I can do to help?"

Y/n almost laughed at that―Gilbert's not knowing that he was the root cause of all of her worries. "There's nothing you can do, Gilbert. Believe me." she said. "Unless you're up for murdering Mr. Philips?"

"Normally I would say yes, but today I'm feeling like an upstanding citizen. So I guess I'd say...make it look like an accident."

Y/n laughed this time, but a moment later she felt Gilbert take a step closer to her, and her heart beat resumed its incredible pace. She moved away to the other side of the loft almost immediately to try and lower the other stand to meet the other. Gilbert frowned as she moved away.

Y/n lowered the stand with a decisive press, making sure it was level with the one on the other side. Miss Lind was struggling to gather all the actors together on the stage to start from the top of the show, meaning that soon Y/n and Gilbert would be forced into silence as they focused on the show. For Y/n, that couldn't come soon enough.

The show began within the next several minutes, during which Y/n and Gilbert sat in uncomfortable silence as they shuffled around the loft, rearranging things and ensuring everything was in its correct place. Y/n set the light and left it, knowing that she needn't change it for the majority of the show. Gilbert set the other light as well and saw Y/n wander back to the railing, leaning against it and holding onto it so tightly that her knuckles turned white. He frowned.

In a moment, Y/n saw Gilbert lean backward onto the railing beside her out of the corner of her eye and stiffened, gritting her teeth. They stood there for a moment with Gilbert trying to figure out to phrase his approach and Y/n hoping against all hopes that he didn't try to say anything.

But, of course, he did. "I know something is wrong." he whispered.

"Shh," was all Y/n said in response, using the ongoing show in front of them as an excuse to shush him.

Gilbert's frown grew deeper, but he pushed on nonetheless. "Is this about earlier? Because what Mr. Philips said―"

"Shh," she said, more forcefully.

"Y/n." said Gilbert, taking her hand from the railing and holding it in his. Y/n looked down at it, her heart skipping a beat. Gilbert tried to meet her eyes, but she kept them craned down. "Y/n, look at me."

She bit her lip. How could she explain to Gilbert something she didn't fully understand herself?

Slowly, she looked up, worry knitting her brows together.

"Tell me what's wrong." Gilbert pleaded quietly. "Whatever it is, I want to help. I don't like it when...I don't like seeing you upset. So, come on. Talk."

Y/n, overcome with worry, looked away, fixing her eyes on the stage. She had a chance―a chance to do something that had the power to completely upend her and Gilbert's friendship. But she didn't think she could stand regret.

"I like you." Y/n mumbled.

Gilbert absently reached for Y/n's hand on the railing, a smile forming on his lips. Then, in one swift motion, Gilbert moved forward and pressed his lips on hers. Y/n, shocked, nearly jumped out of her skin. But, almost in an instant, she relaxed into his touch, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

But a moment later she pulled away, fear worming its way back into her mind. "Can we really do this? Nobody must know―"

Gilbert interrupted her by throwing his hands on her waist, pulling her in. "You and I know, and I think that's―that's more than enough, love."

Y/n smiled, the fear melting away as she looked at Gilbert.

"Hey!" came the shrill voice of Miss Lind. "That's the light cue! What's going on up there?"

"Nothing!" Gilbert and Y/n yelled in unison, scrambling back to their posts on the loft, hiding their smiles.

Author's Note: AHHHHHH MY FIRST FIC!! I've had this one in my head for a while now, but @urfriendlywriter 's prompts just really nailed it into my head that I needed to write it. I've been binging AWAE as school started and...I gotta say...I'm a sucker for dark hair and dark eyes. And the title, inspired by a Hozier song, just fits the vibe of the show so well I love it. But yeah! Enjoy my first fic and send in any and all requests you got!

<3 Gracie

#anne with an e #gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe x reader #awae #anne with an e fanfic

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merlieve · 4 months

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Hello! I wanted to request a Gilbert x fem!reader where the reader seeks comfort within Gilbert’s arms after a devastating event in the reader life, the rest is up to you

i’m only me when i’m with you :: g.b

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬, 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲-𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 | 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬: 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[ Note: you know how i’m a SLUT for hurt comfort, so now i’m chugging this one out, also Dr. Gunn was a real medical publisher, i did my research. sorry if it’s shorter than usual it’s literally 4am ]

The [Last Name] household had been a well-respected family at Avonlea, their reputation of formality and intellect exceeding expectations. That’s why when [Name] had gotten an 80% on her mathematics evaluation, her father ridiculed her for her academic performance;

“How have you managed to get such a scarce grade in mathematics?! Are you an imbecile?” Screeched [Father’s Name], gripping his daughters' worksheet in his hand, veins in his head, almost about to burst. “You’ve shattered our family name!”

Standing in front of her disappointed father, [Name] could hardly do anything, tears flowing from her cheeks, as she felt her heart pounding against her chest.

[Mother’s Name] quickly shut down her husband’s behaviour, “We don’t have the time for this [Father’s Name], let's talk about this in a civilized manner -” “Who cares?! Our daughter’s an idiot!” Interrupted by her husband, she knew better than to fuel his fire. “Times like these, I ask myself if she’s even mine…” Whispered [Father’s Name], tearing [Name]’s worksheet until it was shredded.

As the papers fell in front of her trembling body, [Name] wasted no time in leaving her home, grabbing her coat and shunning the calls of her parents, pleading for her to come back.

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While walking by the eye-catching rivers and cattle farms of her town, [Name] didn’t seem to enjoy the beautiful scenery, eyes blurry while being filled with tears. [Name] felt like there was no place to go, the once comfort of her own home felt like the last thing she wanted to go back to. If she had nowhere to go, why were her legs taking her to a certain Blythe’s home?

Knock, Knock. Knock.

The faded knocking on the front door startled Gilbert, who was scanning the latest book of Dr. Gunn, he hadn’t expected any visitors to come, ‘then again, it could be the wind,’ and dismissed it, but when he heard a faint; “Gilbert? Is anybody home?” He quickly ran down the stairs, sniffing his clothes to make sure he seemed decent enough.

Opening the door, Gilbert was alarmed at [Name]’s shaky body, “G-Gilbert…” sighed the girl before him, her lovely face drenched in tears. She wasted no moment collapsing in his arms, hugging him with all her baggage. “Don’t let go, please… I’m scared, I don’t know what to do, I have nowhere to go…” Whimpered [Name], shoving her face in his neck, inhaling her beloved’s scent.

Taken aback, Gilbert hadn’t expected [Name]’s sudden vulnerability, but he didn’t need to understand her to give the same amount of comfort back. Hearing her shaky breath, Gilbert’s heart was filled with compassion, “I will never let go. I’ll protect you, darling, I always have and never failed,” Placing his hand on the back of her head while the other patted her back, as he attempted to soothe her.

Whatever happens, [Name] always comes back to Gilbert.

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left-ts · 1 year

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Heyyy can you do a Gilbert Blythe x fem reader headcanon of what it would be like to date him and maybe smut please

• Dating Gilbert Blythe

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Gilbert is a very sweet man

He caters to your every need, all the time

He really loves you, and wants to marry you on your own time

Hand kisses

Hand holding

He loves your hands

Your family found out pretty quickly that he was courting you

Your mother invited him to supper

They were so happy that you found a man like Gilbert Blythe

He walks you home everyday after school

He follows you around like a lost puppy most days, with hearts in his eyes for you

You two dance together

Normally when no one is home you start a record and grab his hand

Hours are lost as you gaze into his hypnotic eyes, thinking about spending the rest of your life with this boy

You fancy baking any cooking

Your mother granted you with the family heirloom, ✨the recipe box✨

On the days you have off you would indulge in catering

Gilbert would stop by to ‘help’ you

More like him watching you pondering on the thought of you making a meal as his wife

He had a goofy grin all day

The first time the both of you kissed was when he was walking you home

You knew it was forbidden since neither of you were of age

But that didn’t stop you

Gilbert took your hand once you were far enough from the schoolhouse

“Gilbert.”

“Yes dear.”

“I know it’s improper and all, but.. can I kiss you.”

He stopped in his tracks and turned to you

While taking both of your hand in his he whispered “you want to share your first kiss with me?” “I’d be honored, really.”

He smiled, took your chin softly and leaned down

It was a magical sensation

The kiss dragged on become more heated

His hands very wandered from your face or waist

He is a gentleman after all

Now you had a goofy grin

You struggled a bit in school, because you were always gazing at Gilbert

9/10 times he catches you, he only winks and turns back around

Which means 9/10 times you get caught by the teacher as well, you’re not that slick

He buys you flowers every week, and they always seem to match your dress

Gilbert brings you many different places, with a chaperone of course. Like the carnival, coffee shops and bakery’s.

His dream is to explore the world with you

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Once you were both of age you hung out a lot by your selfs

He always worships your body to the fullest

Leaving no skin untouched

He goes slow at first with you

Getting quicker an rougher the more you two engage

Let me explain

Gilbert would never keep is eyes or hand to himself

Every time you shared a kiss you would run his hands up and down your body

He kisses down you neck, unbuttoning your collar and nipping at the sensitive skin

Once you were ready you two took is farther

He sat you down in bed, you clad in only a silk slip

Excitement bubbling in your stomach

Gilbert positioned over you straddling your legs, with his tie loose and top shirt buttons undone

Gilbert tan his warm hands up your thigh and into your underwear

Rubbing on the most sensitive part of your body

Arching your back as we quickens the pace of his fingers

Right before your release he stopped

“Gilbert, please..”

“Just wait darling, I’ll make you feel much better.”

He began sucking on your neck and undressing himself fully

After leaving a couple purple marks he hikes up your slip and discards your undergarments

He slides the tip of his erection along the line of your arousal

This was already a beyond amazing feeling

Then without any warning he slipped in

“Ahh, ow.”

“Sorry..sorry.”

He put your hand on his shoulder and pulled him down to kiss you

He let up and asked you “are you comfortable, can I move?”

You bit your lip in attempt to stop from grinning and nodded your head

He moved his hips methodically, now THIS sensation is beyond amazing

You let out wanton moans at the new feeling

Gilbert basked in your sounds which prompted him to move faster, wanting to hear more of them

He let a few low groans out at the tight feeling surrounding him

He brought his hand back down to your heat and rubbed at the same pace as his hip

You dug your nails into his toned back and threw you head back letting out a high pitched sound

“God Gilbert, I’m gonn-.”

You came hard as Gilbert slowed his pace

He pulled out breathing heavily

“What… about you.”

He looked you in the eyes with confusion

“This was for you, for you to feel good.”

Let’s say that you’ve read a few not so innocent books, and have gained a few No so innocent skills

You slowly sat up and pushed the boy onto his back

“What are you- ohh.”

He struggled to get out as your lips came in contact with his erection

You swirled your tongue around the tip and took him into your mouth slowly as he moaned quietly

He came almost immediately, from this and the prior activities

You sat up looking him in the eyes again

He leaned in to capture your swollen lips once more

“That was perfect.”

He laid down with you in your shared bed and held you as you fell asleep

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This kinda turned into a oneshot at the end but I tried

Thanks for the request

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sandy-the-glader · 10 months

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George x reader (fem or gn you choose) so reader is the new neighbour, while they are talented too their parents didn’t make them work, got to go to college and have a somewhat normal life. However Lockwood & Co are the only people their age and they are lonely during summer so they decide to ask them if they want a hand (they are clueless on how agencies work) and Lockwood is so desperate with administration and/or stock deliveries he accepts. Reader starts working at Portland Row, never going on the field and while reader gets on well with Lucy and Lockwood, George is a bit more cold bc not only reader is treating this as a summer job, he resents reader for the opportunity of pursuing their studies and prob jealous of reader and their family next door. Too specific perhaps? Pick what you want but I need more George x reader 🫠🫠🫣

New assistant

Character: George Karim × Fem!Reader

Type: fluff, tad bit of angst

Length: 3.2k words

Summary: (Basically the request above!)

Trope: Girl Next Door/Grumpy x Sunshine (I'm sorry i love George and this trope)

A/n: LONG A/N omg don’t worry about the ask being too detailed it actually helps me out a lot because I can just fill in all the details and this was the easiest one to write out of all my requests so thank you I really adore it! I did change a few things so I hope that's okay. Enemies to Lovers oneshot coming out soon (hopefully) also I’m so sorry this came out late I’ve been slacking big time!! Also if you guys wanna request for Gilbert Blythe from Anne with an E I would love it

"Hi." I greeted. "I'm Y/n the new neighbor next door and I just wanted to introduce myself and ask you something." I pointed with my thumb to my left referencing my house.

"Oh hello. I briefly spoke with your father this morning." He recalled.

"I apologize if he isn't the most talkative. My mother is the chatty one." I cleared my throat. "You're Anthony Lockwood right?" He nodded.

"Most people just call me Lockwood but please come in." He moved to the side. I stepped inside and the layout basically mirrored our house. It was very cozy and homey.

The walls were littered with artifacts it was almost like a mini museum to look at. It was really extraordinary to see. There was also a little bench and an umbrella holder mainly with rapiers in it.

He lead me into the living area and it was just as cozy as the hallway I sat in one of the chairs and he briefly excused himself. I looked around the room keeping my eyes busy.

I sat patiently just waiting for Lockwood to return. I heard some clattering in the kitchen then he soon came back with a sheepish smile playing on his lips.

"Sorry about that." He placed a tray of biscuits and tea in front of me. "I normally would have George do that part but he's out of the house at the moment."

"Oh, it's fine I really don't mind." I tried to calm his stressed mood. That's why I wanted the job. "So I overheard the other day that you needed an assistant? I was in need of a job so I was hoping I could help around here? Take some of the load off your guy's backs?" I asked nervously.

Since the houses were connected sometimes you could hear them talking in certain rooms. The other day is when I heard a male voice complain about needing more people and how there was never enough time for re-stocking salt bombs or preparing chains. I only knew so much about both items but I was sure willing to try.

"Ah yes, that would be perfect around here. We've all been working and we don't have time anymore for certain things." He chuckled. "Um, do you happen to have any talents? Just curious."

"Oh yes, I have touch and a bit of sight. I just never became an agent because I wanted to go to school." He nodded understanding the situation. "And my parents never forced it upon me. They always thought the business was too dangerous so..."

"Well frankly we really are desperate but you will get the same pay as George and Lucy. I want to thank you this will honestly be more help than you may think." I shook my head.

"It really is not a big deal I'm really in need of a summer job right now and this helps me too." Before I could elaborate the front door swung open and it revealed a pair arguing about something.

"No no no that's actually wrong!" The boy argued. I assumed that was George and the girl was Lucy.

"Please not in front of our guest." Lockwood gave them a desperate smile. "This is Y/n. She moved in last week." Lucy gave me a small smile and placed her bag by the entrance of the room. She walked over to me and shook my hand.

"I'm Lucy Carlyle. It's good to finally meet you." she looked at the other boy trying to tell him to introduce himself. He sighed as if I was causing him a problem.

"George Karim." He spoke before walking off.

"I'm sorry about him. He’s not good with new people." Lockwood apologized.

"It's okay! I understand." I let out a nervous chuckle.

The rest of the day was full of many things mainly the tour of the house/ where everything was located. It was a little nerve-wracking because I wanted to make a good impression and make sure I did the job right.

At the end of the day, Lockwood explained the times he wanted me here and when I could leave. Everything sounded good and maybe I would actually have a good summer this year.

As the sun started to dip down below the trees across from our houses, I quietly shut the door of Lockwood and Co easily slipping out of the house.

I pulled out the key and slid it into the lock. I opened the door and was hit with a pleasant aroma. Garlic, spices, it was some recipe I couldn't place.

"I'm home." I called out. I heard my dad in the kitchen and my mom was somewhere in the house. I filled up on tea and many biscuits over at the house so I wasn't exactly in the mood for something to eat. I slipped off my shoes and went up the stairs to my room.

Walking into 35 Portland Row the next day there was already chaos. Lockwood was running around searching for his tie, George was complaining about tea and Lucy was yelling about chains.

"Lockwood!" I got his attention and he slowed down a little bit. "I'll help you find your tie okay? What's happening what's the rush?"

"We have to talk about a case with a big company in 15 minutes, we woke up late and we were not prepared. They wanted to see our equipment and-"

"Hey. Again I'll find your tie, I'll pack up some salt bombs and flares. Slow down it's gonna be alright. You hired me so you wouldn’t be stressed.” He nodded and gulped lightly.

I made sure to stop by the kitchen first to see George in distress about how they somehow had absolutely no tea in the house.

“Hey you can go get ready I’ll be sure to pick up some tea later.” I proposed to George. He hummed as if not to care and walked out of the room. He has been so difficult already and I haven't even known him for 24 hours.

Lockwood’s tie was in the kitchen on one of the chairs. I snagged it and headed down to the storeroom. Lucy was a stressed mess going through chains and trying to go through flares at the same time. "Lucy." I interrupted her thoughts. "How about I sort and oil chains for you guys and I'll take care of the supplies. Go have a quick breakfast, George and Lockwood too.”

She sighed and briefly hugged me.

"Thank you."

"Yeah of course!" She quickly ran out of the storage room and I heard her head up the stairs.

There were many different types of flares to choose from, salt bombs too. I grabbed a few different kinds and placed three in a smaller bag down here obviously for missions.

I walked out of the storeroom and slung the bag of supplies over my shoulder to carry upstairs. Lockwood had been pacing in the kitchen and Lucy had a piece of toast in her hand. Not sure where George had wandered off to but I was nervous for them all to be on time.

“Tie and supplies.” I handed both things to Lockwood and a wave of relief washed over him.

“Thank you Y/n truly you’re a lifesaver.” I nodded and stepped back. They both started to drift out of the room and soon the house was filled with silence.

Well, that was one way to start the first day. What was I thinking? I don't know how to oil chains or how I'm supposed to sort them. How hard could it be..?

"Why did you let her put everything together?" George grumbled in the taxi.

"What do you mean?" Lockwood furrowed his eyebrows.

"She just started here and she acted like she could fix everything and how do you know she will just do everything right?"

"Because I hired her and I have faith. George, you just have to give her a chance." George grumbled in response and just stared out the car window.

Over time and working at 35 Portland Row I seemed to realize one thing that never seemed to change. George Karim.

It's like he goes out of his way to pick on things I didn't do correctly. It is possibly the hardest thing to deal with.

"We needed more salt bombs."

"Why didn't you get flares while we were out?"

“That’s not how you do it!”

Even when I'm not working and I'm hanging out with Lucy he will complain were "too loud" or "disturbing his peace"

He is extremely different around me. Whenever I walk into the same room as him it's like his whole mood changes. There's always this look in his eye I could never understand.

Anger? Hatred even?

He was friendly around Lockwood and Lucy but never me. I was really determined to figure out what I did to make him this way with me.

“Hey Luce?” I rolled over on Lucy’s bed.

“Hm?” She asked as she was painting her nails black.

“So you know why George isn’t fond of me?” She snorted.

“He’s fond of you even thought he might not like to show it exactly..?”

“It makes it sound like you’re just trying to make me feel better.” I groaned.

“Hey.” She looked at me pausing her nails. “Over these past couple of months, you’ve become like my closest friend. Why would I lie to you?” She put the nail polish brush back into the bottle and placed it on the side table.

“Because you’re Lucy Carlyle and you’re the most mischievous person I know.” She gasped before throwing a pillow at me with her non-painted hand. “See! Mischief!” Maybe and hopefully Lockwood would know.

"Lockwoooooood." I wined. He was surrounded by books in the library. He jolted up at my voice.

"Oh um hi." His eyes were wide and tired.

"Lockwood you need a nap." I frowned. He has a few empty tea cups surrounding him.

"Nevermind that. What did you need?" He blinked a couple of times trying to wake himself up. He looked quite a mess I wasn't even sure I should be asking him this right now.

"If I tell you, you must take a nap after." He nodded and kept blinking.

"Do you know why George doesn't like me?" Lockwood sat up and looked shocked.

"He doesn't not like you." I groaned.

"Ugh, that's what Lucy said! But it's true he obviously dislikes me I can see it in his cold eyes." Lockwood cracked a smile.

"He does i promise. But if you want to make any of us happy in this house.. food is the way to go."

"Thank you!" I beamed. Not only did I get a tip for George but for all of them.

I placed all of the bags of food on the kitchen table. I took Lockwood's advice immediately.

I made sure to purchase my own ingredients. George was picky about people using his spices or things in the fridges without his knowing and even if you did ask it was most always a definite no.

I wanted to cook for Lockwood and everyone else! Just a small nice gesture. And also to make George like me more.

I’ve had little experience from cooking but just enough to make this recipe. My family made it constantly and kept the ingredients and steps on a little note card in the kitchen.

I did my best and followed along as well as I could. I added everything as it should be, no more no less.

The smell attracted Lockwood into the kitchen.

“Oh Y/n. Hi.” I hummed. “I thought George was cooking.”

“Nope. Thought I’d do something for you guys. You’ve had a long week. You better have taken that nap like I told you.” The agents had many back-to-back cases making them extremely exhausted. Of course, I packed their gear each and every day and made sure they had something in their system before going off to fight visitors.

And since George has been tired he hasn’t been cooking meaning they’ve only been eating out.

“That’s very thoughtful. And I have by the way.” Lockwood flashed his signature smile and raised his hands in defense. "May I help?"

"Oh no, Lockwood! You sit down while I do this for you okay?"

"You've been doing so much all month! And the month before that too."

"Thats my job Lockwood." I chuckled.

"Just let me help a little bit." I sighed. I knew I couldn't keep him from helping since this is his kitchen and the boy is stubborn.

I don't know how but in a matter of minutes he made it so astonishingly messy.

"Hey if you keep making it this messy you're cleaning it up."

"Okay okay!" He laughed. With the extra help, the dish was being made way faster than before. Even if his real purpose was to mess up the kitchen and I swear it was.

"Can you go grab Lucy and George for me?" Lockwood hummed and he pulled his lanky body out of the kitchen and up to the bedrooms.

I started to place all of the food onto the table and I made everything as neat and pretty as I could. I wanted tonight to be special and I wanted George to actually like me. Even if it was just for tonight that wouldn't be all that bad.

One by one the members of Lockwood and co trudged down the steps and landed into the kitchen. A small chatter filled the room and it felt really nice to have this again.

Since they were always eating out this week I could never really join them and besides I was never at the house past the time they left at dusk. I always did the chores during the day and I only stayed if they asked me to.

They all pulled out a chair and Lockwood grabbed drinks and such . Soon they started grabbing their own servings of the food and their faces morphed into a interested grin. Except George of course he kept his plain look but I swear I saw the corners of his cheeks twitch as if he were going to.

The actual part where they tried the food was nerve-wracking. I was worried they wouldn’t like this but as soon as George spoke out my worries faded away.

"This isn't bad." George hummed

"Yeah, this is amazing Y/n! Where did you learn to cook like this?" She shoveled some more food into her mouth.

"Eh you know just my parents." George glanced down at his food.

"You should stay in tonight." Lockwood offered. "The food was great like they said and I'm sure we could all find something to do together."

I thought for a moment. The plan sounded lovely but I was sure I had plans later tonight.

"Well, my parents must-" George abruptly stood up and stormed out of the room and out of the house. The door made a loud bang. We all sat in silence.

I didn’t know what happened did but I for sure knew it had something to do with me.

I wasn't sure what to do so I followed George out of the house and saw him sitting on the steps with his hand propping his head up. I didn't say anything I just sat next to him.

"I'm sorry for whatever I did to you. I don't know what I said or did but I just don't want you to be angry with me." George was silent for a moment his eyes glued to the street.

"I'm not mad at you." He finally said looking over at me. "I'm jealous." He admitted. I almost laughed but I was genuinely curious. I was doing Lockwood and Co's dirty work for gods sake. And of course, I wasn't mad about that that's what I signed up for. But in that moment I finally realized that look he gave me. It was jealousy.

"Jealous of what?" I frowned.

"Your relationship with your parents." He sighed. I was shocked but it made sense. All I've been talking about since I arrived here was my parents. I looked at him waiting for him to elaborate. "My parent's raised my siblings to be so successful they were all born engineers and I was just the odd child. When I got fired from Fittes they looked down on me they were so disappointed they barely even let me tell them why."

I was partly glad that George didn't hate my guts but another part of me felt sorrow for him.

"You're not an odd child." George scoffed at that. "It's true! You're so smart I've seen it. You crack most of the cases and Lucy tells me how quickly you find the sources. I've heard how hard you work to do research for this agency. Coming into this agency I had absolutely no idea how anything worked and now being around you and all the others… I feel like I know everything.” He nodded softly.

I scooted closer to him and he smiled.

“I know what it feels like to not fit in. In high school and even college, I was always a loner. I didn’t fit in with the other kids. Most of them would have parties and have fun but I was always sucked into my studies and that’s what made people not notice me. Well, I couple did and tossed me around for it but usually, they were drunk asshole boys who just wanted to get into a girl's pants.” George gave me a concerned look. “But here I feel like I have a place. Like I’m heard from and you guys understand me. And George… we all fit in together.”

It looked like something clicked in his brain. Like he finally realized something.

“You shouldn’t have to get your parent's approval to be successful.” I nudged him.

“I guess I just always paid attention to what I needed to improve on or do better I never realized what good was happening in front of me.” I patted his thigh. “I always preferred everything to be perfect. I think that’s why I made comments to you so much.”

“I’m also quite glad you don’t hate my guts.” He laughed. “I’m serious! I actually thought you hated me.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just not a big fan of the unfamiliar. But you have been working here for well over two months.”

“It’s okay I just hope we’re okay from this.” I pointed between us.

“Yes yes.” He clarified.

“Now can we go back inside? And it’s quite hot and I want a donut.” I complained. George stood up and offered a gentle hand. I took it and struggled a bit because I swear I was almost melted to the ground.

We entered quietly and went back down to the kitchen where we saw Lockwood and Lucy giving each other very lovey eyes.

Me and George exchanged very well knowing looks.

“You know if you two are going to keep looking at each other like that you might as well kiss.” He spoke out making them jump in shock.

“Yeah it’s really quite painful you know?” I crossed my arms.

“No, we’re not like that I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lockwood fumbled with his words.

“Yeah, we aren’t doing anything.” Lucy flushed. “Yeah well since when are you two partners in crime?” I shrugged.

“Now.”

#lockwood and co #george karim #lockwood & co #george karim x reader #save lockwood and co #george karim x you #george cubbins

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kyracanwrite · 2 years

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Rainy Days calls for confessions.

Gilbert Blythe x Fem/ Gender neutral? Reader

Summary; You forget your umbrella, leading to someone offering a helping hand. You have no other choice than to accept the help.

Rebloging is heavily appreciated <33

Not proof read

Warnings; Slight angst (if you squint), and fluff.

NOW PLAYING; -----------Space song

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-You get me so high

-Beauty is Empty - Mars Argo

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“Shoot!” You mumbled, chewing on your bottom lip as you saw the clear crystals fall from the sky.

“You alright, Y/n?” Anne asked, putting on her jacket with Diana at her side, both of them having concerned looks on their faces.

“Yeah I’m alright, don’t worry about me.” You furrowed your brows and waved the girls concerns off.

“Oh, okay. Well we’ll see you tomorrow then?” Diana said while smiling, attempting to lift up the mood as much as she could.

“Yeah! Of course.” You smiled.

“Alright, well bye then, N/n!” Anne waved, her and Diana getting their umbrellas and leaving.

You bit your fingernails as you watched the small classroom empty of all children.

“Oh well, guess I’ll get a natural bath..” You joked, grabbing your things.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and you turned around, being met with your handsome rival, Gilbert Blythe.

“Oh. Hello, Gilbert.” You said in a monotone voice.

“Hey I didn’t come here to argue with you.” He smirked, putting his hands up. “I couldn’t help but notice you didn’t bring your umbrella.”

“Well I— Uhm..” You tried to think of a good excuse, “I forgot it, that’s all.” You crossed your arms.

“Sure. Well mines big enough for two? And I have things I need to tell you.” Gilbert offered, scratching his neck.

You side eyed a window, watching the aggressive rainfall. You bit the inside of your cheek.

“It’s better then going home with frostbite.” Gilbert tried convincing you.

“Fine. But only because I don’t wanna get sick.”

“Fine by me.” Gilbert smiled. The both of you walked outside and Gilbert opened his umbrella, and you went under it, being uncomfortably (😏) close to Gilbert.

You both started the walk to your house. “So what did you wanna tell me?” You furrowed your brows and played with the shiny rings on your soft fingers. (I feel like my skin is so much softer in the winter idk why- probably bc it’s a lot wetter out and not dry asf)

“I just— I don’t like being your enemy.” Gilbert frowned, and your eyes widened. “I never meant to get on your bad side. Whatever I did, I’m sorry.”

You blushed at his confession. “Same with me. I guess I just acted like I hated you to hide the fact that I like you. That I really like you.” Your mouth moved faster than your brain and you accidentally let out the secret you swore to keep.

Your eyes widened and you stopped walking, “I’m so sorry— I didn’t mean to- if you don’t like me back that’s totally okay too.” You furrowed your brows and frowned, focusing on your hands that suddenly became much more interesting than the conversation.

You didn’t dare to look at Gilbert, being afraid of rejection. You felt a hand go underneath your chin and lift your head up. Before you could process what was happening a pair of soft lips were on yours.

You melted into the kiss and wrapped your arms around Gilbert’s neck, deepening the kiss.

“I’ll take that as an ‘I like you too.’” You giggled, making Gilbert blush.

“I guess you can.” He smirked. “Continue our walk?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, grabbing onto his free hand.

He intertwined your fingers together and continued walking.

Once you both got to your house, you let go of his hand and walked to the porch with him.

“Thanks for letting me use the umbrella with you.” You smiled.

“No problem.” He smiled back at you, before you kissed him again.

“See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow.” You waved to him before entering your house.

You watched him leave with the brightest smile you’d ever seen on him and your heart swooned. You loved being the cause for his happiness, rather than his anger. It was a much better feeling.

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me10dy10 · 3 months

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Sight - Gilbert Blythe x fem!blind!reader

Gilbert Blythe was in love with a girl. A very beautiful girl. Everything about her, to him, was just absolutely stunning. He was madly in love with her.

Y/f/n was in love with a boy. A very kind and sweet boy. Everything about him, to her, just felt like home. She was madly in love with him.

Gilbert could see y/n. Y/n could not see Gilbert. Y/n couldn't see anything for that matter. Her eyesight was something she lost from a strange illness that struck her when she was six. But he then, Gilbert still loved the girl.

He'd help her when she needed it, although she'd always say she doesn't need it. He knows she does.

One day, Gilbert tied a tie around his eyes and stood at the front of the house. His lover was out for the week, at her families house a train ride away. So he had a whole week to do this.

He decided to fix the house. To try and make her life earlier. He sighed before walking into their house. The top of his shoes hit the floor board. Gilbert made a mental note.

- fix floorboard at entrance

He kept walking and tried to navigate around the house. His leg bashed against the side of the table, the sharp edge bruising his thigh.

- dull down table edge

Gilbert walked around the house carefully, until he thought he got everything.

- fix the floor at every entrance to each room

- dull down the edge of the cabinets in the living room

He spent the entire week make sure the edges of the tables and cabinets and dressers and bookshelves were no longer pointed and were round. Then he hammered down the wood at each door entrance, so she wouldn't trip when entering a room.

They were two small things but he tried.

When y/n got home, the couple walked into the house. Gilbert was carrying her back, since he got her from the train.

He watched as she raised her foot slightly when entering the house but was surprised when she didn't feel the floor graze the bottom of her shoe. She said nothing but just walked into the house.

They went to their room and her hand immediately went out of stop her from hitting the table but she was surprised when it was round and not pointy.

"Did you-?" She asked, looking around confused.

"Um, I just, I fixed some stuff around the house. To make it easier. I chipped down all the tables and dressers and fixed the floors at all the doors. Just some easy house work."

Y/n just stood there. She looked to where he was standing. "I... Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you so much."

"Yea, of course. Anything for you," Gilbert told her.

"Wow," y/n sighed. She could finally be comfortable in her own house.

"I love you, y/n."

"I love you, Gilbert."

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bealovesmarauders · 1 year

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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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frost-queen · 1 year

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hi, I was thinking about a Gilbert Blythe x fem reader, where the reader is very insecure and doesn't believe that Gilbert loves her even when Diana and Anne tell her that he loves her and that he came back for her, and whenever they talk about it she tries to say that Anne and Gilbert are better together even if it hurts her feelings, something cute in the end

Hi yes uhm you see I am kind of in a slump with Awae reqs as I have written over 100 fics for Gilbert alone, another over 100 for Billy and countless others leading to that I have zero inspiration for them & feel like I have written every possible scenario. So I just know I would crack my brain open on them and force myself to write something I have barely inspiration for.

I hope you can understand in some way that I sadly would not accept your request, not wanting you to get your hopes up, knowing it would be very hard for me to squeeze inspiration out for them. <3

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starrywatermelon · 4 years

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Jealousy

Gilbert Blythe x Fem! Reader, Ruby Gillies x Fem! Reader (platonic)

Requests: here and here

Authors note: These two requests are similar, so I decided to merge them together. This also steered a lot more to Ruby and Y/N’s friendship, so I kinda have a love hate feeling towards this fic.

Warnings: Kinda obsessed Ruby? Jealousy (as the title suggests),slight bullying, not 100% true to plot

Word count: 1,471

Y/N has always been close friends with the girls of Avonlea. All of them had practically grown up together, sharing secrets and talking about crushes. She had also always known that Ruby was in love with Gilbert Blythe. Ruby would be livid if anyone else had a crush on him, and everyone swore to not like him, no matter how handsome and kind he was. Y/N herself even promised Ruby that she would try to get the two together, only if she could be a bridesmaid. But what Ruby didn’t know, was that Y/N also liked Gilbert, but she had never mentioned it to anyone.

Years and years went by, but nothing had changed. A new girl named Anne even joined the school, and she too got the “Gilbert is off-limits” talk. Anne did seem a bit scared at first, but she also eventually got used to it.

“Did you all see Gilbert today?” Ruby exclaims as the girls take out their lunches.

“Yes, he goes to school with us and you're always talking about him!” Josie replies in frustration.

“No, I wasn’t going to speak about just him today. I was going to ask if you saw him this morning! He was talking to a girl.”

Y/N started to feel slightly nervous, but she kept listening to the conversation.

“A girl?”

“Yes, Tillie. A girl, about our age. I couldn’t see her face, but I wonder why he was talking to her.”

“I don’t think it's any of our business on why he was talking to her.” Diana retaliates.

“But what if he’s in love with her? What if she’s in love with him?” Ruby has tears in her eyes when she says this.

“Ruby, I don’t think that’s the case, if it was, we all would know. Right?”

“I hope that’s the case, Anne.I really do.”

She didn’t say anything else, none of the girls did. They all ate their lunch, everyone but Y/N tried to figure out who the mystery girl is.

The sky was orange and pink, clouds scattered everywhere. It was still fall, which made it convenient for Gilbert and Y/N to meet up. Today, she decided to go to his house and tell him about what happened. Not caring about her appearance to much, she ran to Gilbert’s house.

“Gil! Open up!”

A yawning Gilbert opened the door, and smiled.

“Hey! I didn’t expect you to come over today.”

“I didn’t expect to come over either, but something happened today that I wanted to tell you about.”

Gilbert’s smile drops, quickly letting her in. What the two didn’t know, was that a boy was watching, one that shouldn’t be trusted with secrets. That boy? Billy Andrews.

He was standing close by, and when Y/N entered the house, he went closer.

“What happened today Y/N/N?” he hears Gilbert, who sounds worried

“Today, Ruby was talking about how she saw you with a girl. She saw us, Gilbert. Thankfully she didn’t see who the ‘girl’ was but I just can’t stop thinking about if she finds out. Our friendship will be ruined forever and-“

She was quickly cut off by his arms around her, pulling her into a hug, and then giving her a small kiss on the forehead.

“It’s ok. Ruby won’t find out... And if she did, I’m sure she wouldn’t be too mad.”

“I hope that’s the case, I really do.”

Sure, Ruby hadn’t found out, but Billy certainly did.

Days went on, and nothing too interesting happened. Ruby continued to gush about Gilbert, the other girls continued to pretend that they were interested, Mr. Phillips continued to give the students a very hard time, and Y/N and Gilbert kept meeting up.

What was different, was the fact that Billy had kept spying on Y/N and Gilbert. He kept collecting small bits of information from their conversations, just waiting to use them against the two. After all, he never liked them anyway.

However, on this particular day, the class had decided to stay behind to play a game. The class sat in a circle after Mr. Phillips had left, waiting for Josie to explain.

“Whomever the bottle points to, you are permitted to kiss.” she made sure to look at everyone as she said this. “It needs to be boy-girl, boy-girl.”

“Where does that leave Cole?” Billy sneered

The class laughed, but Y/N wished she could punch him.

“Jane, go sit next to your dumb brother. Tilly, you're over there... and Anne, switch places with Charlie.”

Gilbert sat quietly in the circle, the one day he had decided to stay behind, they were playing spin the bottle. With Y/N and Ruby there. But, if Y/N and him kissed, Ruby couldn’t get mad.. right?

The first round, Diana and Moody kissed, and then Anne and Cole, and before he knew it, it was Gilbert’s turn.

Gilbert took a deep breath and slowly spun the bottle, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with the h/c girl he so very loved... However, the odds weren’t on his side today. As he slowly looked up to see who the bottle landed on, he met Y/N’s eyes. Both of them immediately froze in place, Gilbert seeming more nervous than the other.

“What’s wrong, Blythe? Are you too scared to kiss your girlfriend in front of us? You embarrassed for having to date her? C’mon, don’t be too scared, she's not as bad as carrots.”

The whole class gasped, and Ruby looked over at Y/N.

“What he’s saying.. Isn’t true, right?”

“No, of course, it’s not true Ruby, you know I’d never hurt you-”

“She's lying,” Billy replies. “I saw them, meeting up, for weeks. They so desperately tried to hide from you.”

The short blonde girl’s eyes filled with tears. Never in a million years would she think that her best friend would betray her. Without thinking twice, Ruby ran out of the room.

After a moment of hesitation, Y/N runs after her, quickly catching up to Ruby, whos standing outside of the small school.

“Ruby...”

“Shut it Y/N! I can’t believe you were seeing Gilbert behind my back. All this time, I trusted you. I trusted that you wouldn’t talk to Gilbert, but you did. You knew that I liked him, yet you still went and stabbed me! Right in the back.”

She couldn’t even deny what Ruby was saying, because it was all true, and she felt terrible. Ruby and Y/N have been best friends since day 1, and when Ruby told the girls about her crush, Y/N wasn’t sure on what to say, because she knew she like Gilbert too. Seeing her best friend standing there, tear-stained cheeks, it killed her.

“Ruby. Please, let me explain.”

Ruby didn’t reply, as she tended to do when she was upset, but slightly looked over at the other girl, which was all she needed to start.

“I’ve always liked Gilbert, ever since I saw him. And I’ve always liked you. You were my first friend, and we’re the closest two friends in the group. So, when you told us that you liked Gilbert, I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to be a good friend, so I tried convincing myself that I hated him. I tried not to think of him, or talk to him, or even look at him! But it turns out he liked me too, he had liked me for a while. So, I tried to meet up with him secretly, so I wouldn’t hurt you. I know I probably should have told you, and I know you probably don’t forgive me, which is perfectly fine, but I hope we can still be friends.” Y/N finished, almost breathless.

“Your right. I don’t know if I can forgive you this very moment. However, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to stop being your friend, but I really, really wish you told me sooner.” A small smile forms from Ruby’s lips after this statement, like she's about to say something else.

“What? what is it?”

“Is Gilbert a good kisser? I mean, I’m still mad but-”

The two burst out laughing.

“Honestly Y/N, I don’t think I could ever hate you, but it’ll take me time to stop being mad at you... I should go back inside though, everyone’s probably stopped the game.”

“Yeah.. we should.”

They head back into the back room, where everyone is staring at the door, waiting for them to come back in.

“Is your argument over already? Well, good. We’re still playing, and Gilbert still needs to kiss Y/N before we move on.”

“Well, what do you say Y/N?”

“I say we get it over with before Josie bursts into flames.”

Gilbert smiles and then puts his lips against hers, and to answer Ruby’s question, Gilbert Blythe is a good kisser.

#gilbert blythe imagine #gilbert blythe x reader #gilbert blythe #anne with an e imagine #anne with an e #ruby gillis #ruby gillis x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #oh my god this is trash #i hate this❤️#I hope its not TOO bad tho

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crvptidgf · 2 years

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Wedding night head cannons with Gilbert Blythe and fem!reader?

Gilbert Blythe x Reader

[FLUFF]

- - -

when i say every single wedding plan went by you first before he confirmed, i mean every. single. one

"do you like these purple flowers?"

"is this cloth ok for the tables?"

"you're okay with all of Bash's family coming?"

you assured him it was as much his wedding as yours and that he could make his own choices

but he just wanted it to be absolutely perfect for the both of you

so if that meant running every idea by you, he would

you made sure that he didn't have even a slight inkling of what your dress looked like - just in case the superstition was right

because of this, you of course brought the girls to go dress shopping with you

they lived vicariously through you as they helped you pick out the perfect one

"oh Y/N, please try on another one!"

"Anne I've already tried on about 30!"

"look how perfect it is though. pleaseeee?"

you of course gave in and let the girls have their fun, dancing along with them when they decided to act out the wedding dances

taking Diana's hand you let her bring you across the floor, laughing as the other customers rolled their eyes at you

but you didn't care

you're only young once, and especially now being engaged you wanted to make the best of the time you have left as a young adult with your closest friends

Gilbert had insisted on you wearing his mother's wedding veil

he claimed that she had always wished to pass hers down to her daughter, or if not, then to at least see Gilbert's beloved wear it at his wedding

"I want you to have it - she'd be so happy to see somebody as beautiful as you carry on this veil's legacy"

you blushed immensly when he later mentioned that one day you could also pass it down to your daughters

now, as you stared at yourself in the mirror, your bridesmaids pampering you and making sure your trail was clean, and that your veil covered your face and hair accordingly, you couldn't believe the day was finally here

never did you imagine marrying Gilbert during your first interactions, but as time passed on and you developed a crush, this day was something you only wished for in dreams

and now it's real. and it's happening. and you're absolutely freaking out

as Anne and Ruby perfect your dress one last time, they go take their seats with the rest of the girls as they await your entrance

you were freaking out internally

but once the music began and the doors opened

and you made eye contact with your husband-to-be, all your worries dissolved into nothing as you now were overwhelmed with joy and love

your new chapter begins now

Gilbert's eyes watered as you trailed down the aisle, overjoyed at the sight of his fiancé in his mother's veil, wearing the most beautiful wedding dress he could ever imagine

when it was time for his vows, he tried everything in his power to not trip over his words

he was taken away by you and how ethereal you looked in your dress

and how it was finally time to guarantee the rest of your lives together

Gilbert - always a romantic - picked you up as soon as you kissed at the alter, walking you out of the building bridal style as flowers and cheers were thrown your way

it really was a night to remember

the cake that was made for you was kept as a surprise

so when the reception came and Marilla and Anne walked out with the cake you were enthralled

he made it your favorite colour, topped with fruit and leaves (per Anne's decor decisions)

it was gorgeous

and it tasted even better as you two cut the first slice together, feeding it to eachother and getting icing all over your faces

the rest of the night was filled with laughter and dance as you celebrated your new marriage

your first dance as bride and groom was everything you could've hoped for

his eyes were glued to you as he sweeped you across the floor, all eyes on the both of you

but neither of you noticed as you were entranced with eachother

everybody else in the room dissappeared and it was just you two, Mr and Mrs Blythe, dancing away

once you two were driven away in your carriages, with you throwing your bouquet over your shoulder (to which Ruby desperately caught), you held hands, finally able to be as affectionate as you want

married life carries a new and different perspective to your lives

but I'm not goin to lie, arriving to the Blythe residence at last, with the stars and moon shining bright above your faces, you felt both relieved and sort of scared

this was going to be your first night awah from home, in a house you've never slept in before, with people you're not used to being around (i.e Bash and Mary)

of course you loved them all, but it was different, and the thought terrified you

especially with the implications that you had to consumate your marriage after the wedding

that was something that had slipped your mind up until the moment Gilbert opened the door for you to walk inside his - your - home

but instead of doing anything of the sort, Gilbert showed you to your room

"would you like to sleep in your own bed tonight?" he asked

you weren't sure

maybe being alone scared you more than the thought of finally "sealing your marriage" (which you thought was bullshit. your marriage was sealed as soon as your vows were made)

you shook your head and Gilbert gently took your hand in his and brought you to his room

he quickly noticed your discomfort and he assured you that you didn't have to do anything you didn't want to

"honestly I don't think I'm ready yet either" he admitted

so instead, he helped you change out of your many layers of clothing, untying your corset and leaving you a spare pair of sleeping clothes on the bed as he left the room to go fetch two cups of tea

leaving the bedroom you found Gilbert cuddled onto the couch, with a blanket and tea awaiting you

the rest of the night was filled with recountings of the wedding as you laughed and sat next to the warm fireplace

at this moment you knew this marriage was going to be one of companionship and understanding

you had not felt uncomfortable the whole night, and as your head rested on Gilbert's shoulder, you felt more at home than ever

"you have made me the happiest man - I can't wait to spend forever with you"

all your previous worries died out as you fell asleep in his arms, empty cup fallen to the side

Bash and Mary came home in the morning only to find you two intertwined with eachother, fireplace now empty, and two empty cups rolled onto the carpet

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