#gilbert x bash

[enchanted-keys]

"Boy, what you doing here?"

#it's true love your honor

#gilbert blythe #sebastian lacroix #gilbert x bash #awae #awaeedit #anne with an e #dailyshirbert #aoggedit #awae s2 #2x05 the determining acts of her life #perioddramaedit #perioddramasource #weloveperioddrama

[darknights04]

Longing

Pairings: Gilbert Blythe x OC

Summary: Isobel Richardson had just moved to Avonlea. Not long after the other new redhead in town, Anne Shirley. But what happens when this young girl catches the eye of Gilbert Blythe.

Warnings: None in this chapter. Just fluff.

Part one of ?

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Isobel Richardson opened her eyes and sighed as she saw the sun shining bright in the sky out the window. She pulled her pillow over her head and let out a frustrated groan into it. It was only her family's second day in town and yet she was already being forced to go to school. The first day of school officially was yesterday but she was able to get out of going then since it had already started when they arrived. 

Most all of Isobel's belongings were still packed away in trunks so she would have to search and dig for a dress to wear, much to her dismay. She had been tempted to continue to lay in bed until she was too late to go but quickly changed her mind when she heard her father calling her from downstairs. 

The young girl sighed again before throwing her blanket off of her and springing from the bed. She went to the mirror on the vanity across the room and looked at the messy and knotted hair on her head, promptly picking up the hairbrush laying on the table and running it through the knots to smooth it out. 

The next order of business was to find a suitable dress. She didn't want to flash her family's wealth to all of the other children her age on her first day here because she thought it would make her look like a snobby brat. However, a dress that was too raggy wouldn't do either. Her mother always told her that first impressions were everything. In the end, she found a nice moss green dress that would do well, as green seemed to be one of the few colors that went well with her auburn hair. Once that was on, she rummaged around and found a ribbon to match the dress, tying off the top half of her hair behind her head with it. She finally slipped on my white apron over the top and slipped on her boots, calling it a day.

"Are you ready for school, Isobel?" her father, Henrik Richardson asked her when she came downstairs.

"Whether I was or not would that stop you from making me go either way?"

"Probably not, no. It won't be so bad."

"I just don't understand why we had to move. To this town of all places too. Everyone who lives here has probably known each other since they were born."

"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll fit right in."

"Oh have you met the girl, Mr. Richardson?" their housemaid, Edith spoke up. Ever since Isobel's mother died Edith had been practically another member of the family. "She's not the type of girl that blends in."

"Thank you for that astounding observation, Edith," Henrik chuckled. "Now, Isobel, eat your breakfast and start heading to school. I wouldn't want you late on your first day. Your supplies are sat on the table under your sweater and hat."

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Despite her protests, breakfast ended and Isobel had to start making her way to school. The paths were easy enough to follow but it would take about ten minutes to get to the schoolhouse. The paths through the forest were quite pleasing to the eyes, as well as the other senses. It was quite different in Avonlea in comparison to the bustling city they moved from.

As Isobel was walking, she began to hear someone talking. Or barking more like it. 

"You wanna get slandered?" a boy said.

"Sorry I truly meant no harm!"

"Excuse me?" Isobel called to them as they came into view. She saw it had been a blonde boy cornering another small and frail red-headed girl. 

"What's this?" the blonde boy asked. "Who are you?"

"I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something? Because I was hoping one of you would be able to show me to school?"

"Oh yeah we shouldn't be late," another boy with dark hair said. "Mr. Phillips sure gets a dander up about that."

"Gilbert," the previous boy gasped. "Uh- Welcome back."

"Hey, Billy. Yeah, it's good to be back. But we really should be heading to school."

"Yeah, I was just about to get going. See you there."

"You girls alright?"

"School," the red-headed girl gasped suddenly, turning to run away. 

"You're welcome!" Gilbert called after her. "Need anything else? Any dragons around here need slaying?"

"No! Thank you!" 

Isobel and Gilbert both stood dumbfounded at the sight in front of them. The boy looked towards her and she simply shrugged before they both started walking to school together. 

"I didn't catch your name."

"I didn't throw it," she answered. "Isobel. And thank you but I really did have that handled."

"Oh, I could tell. I just thought you may need some help is all."

"Well that's very kind of you but I can fight my own battles."

"I see. Your accent. Where are you from?"

"I'm fae Scotland. I was born in Charlottetown but my mother missed her home in Edinburgh so we moved there when I was only a few months old. My father only recently decided to move back."

"Fae?"

"From, sorry. Different country different terms."

"I quite like it," he said, holding open the door for her. "After you."

"I'm sorry if I was rude," the girl from earlier said. She seemed to have waited for the two others at the door. "I'm Anne."

"I'm-"

"Gilbert!" everyone shouted in the schoolhouse as he was ushered inside and swarmed by boys. 

"I didn't get your name," the strange girl said to Isobel. 

"Oh, I'm Isobel."

"Well, Isobel, would you like to join me in setting my bottle of milk in the stream outside?"

"Gladly," she chuckled. 

Anne offered her arm and Isobel linked hers with it as they walked back outside to the stream. Once Anne placed her bottle in the cool water and stood back up, Isobel went to do the same. 

"I love your hair!" she beamed after a moment. "The deepness of the color is so exquisite and it suits you so well. The green of your dress compliments it quite nicely "

"Yours is just as beautiful."

She chuckled. "The carrot-orange shade of my hair is nothing compared to the divine auburn of yours. I can only hope that mine will someday darken to be the same as yours. Maybe then I'd be a little prettier. And your freckles? They're so subtle one wouldn't think to notice them."

"I don't know what you think you were doing talking to Gilbert Blythe!" a blonde girl suddenly proclaimed to the two red-headed girls, one of which was still crouched by the water behind the other. 

"I..."

"You can't talk to Gilbert Blythe," another girl declared. "You can't even look at him! Just see for yourself."

There was a small blonde girl in a pink dress whose face was red and wet with tears. 

"Ruby has liked Gilbert for three years! She has dibs. There there. The nasty girl didn't know any better. Just like yesterday with your tall tales."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to walk with him. It just happened."

"Well don't let it happen again."

"I won't. I promise. I'll have nothing to do with him."

"And you!" she said turning to Isobel. "Just who do you think you are? Waltzing in here and trying to steal him away from poor Ruby?"

"I think I'm a person with free will. As is Gilbert. Shouldn't he be in charge of his own decisions?"

"You just moved into the house near mine, didn't you?" a girl in a blue dress spoke. She turned to whisper to her friends. "The house her family lives in is close to twice as divine as mine. Our house looks like a shack compared to theirs." 

"My father enjoys living in luxury," she said flatly. "I would be content with living in a shack if I was with those who I loved. I think that's more important than riches, don't you?"

"I wholeheartedly agree," Anne smiled beside her. 

The other girls just glared at them before turning around and heading back into the school. All of them other than the girl in the blue who looked at Anne and sighed. 

"I'll try and smooth things over."

"Don't let them get to you, okay?"

"Oh but I'm so very desperate to fit in. Maybe make some friends."

"Well, how about I be your friend? We can stand out together. Now come one, we'd better get to class."

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"Open your readers to page 32," Mr. Phillips ordered. The students all obeyed instantly. "We will read aloud Barry Cornwall's poem The Fisherman. Diana Barry. Stand and begin."

The girl from before who wore the light blue dress sighed deeply before grabbing her book and standing up at her desk.

"A... per-i-lous life, and sad as life may be. Hath the lone fisher... on the lonely sea-"

"Perilous indeed," the teacher interrupted. "New girl. Up, continue," Anne and Isobel both glanced at each other. "Uh.. the orphan one."

Anne smiled widely, picking up her book and beginning to read. 

"O'er the wild waters laboring, far from home!" She exclaimed with her tone and actions full of emotion. "For some bleak pittance e'er compelled to roam. Few hearts to cheer him through his dangerous life. And none to aid him in the stormy strife. Companion of the sea and silent air. The lonely fisher thus must ever fare... Without the comfort, hope, with scarce a friend, he looks through life, and only sees its end!"

"Sit down!" Mr. Phillips ordered as the class burst into laughter. Isobel simply sat there confused She didn't understand why they were laughing, had they never read poetry aloud before? "Josie Pye."

The blonde girl from before, who Isobel suspected to be the "leader" of her clique of girls, rolled her eyes before standing with her book and continuing the story in a monotonous tone.

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Finally, lunch arrived. Isobel knew her option to sit with the other girls (excluding Anne) was out considering Josie Pye sent her a glare as she put a blanket wall up between two easels. 

"Should we go get our milk, Anne?" I asked her.

"Yeah. Yeah, let's go."

The two of them grabbed their lunches so they could eat outside and went to go get their milk bottles from the stream. 

"Hey," Isobel heard from beside her when she crouched down. She looked up to see Gilbert holding a red apple in his hand. "I uh- thought you might want to try this? They're from our orchard, they're real sweet."

"Oh," she smiled, "Thank you, Gilbert. That's really kind of you."

He looked towards Anne who was still looking at the ground, not paying him any attention, and started speaking again. "Sorry if I had known the both of you were coming to school today I would've brought more."

Anne continued to ignore him. 

"Well, we can split it. Right Anne? Or you know, you brought it for your own lunch so we can all three share it if you'd like."

The girl looked towards Anne to get her opinion but she was watching the window. Isobel looked to see the group of girls standing there staring at us. 

"No, trust me it's fine. We have plenty more on my farm. We could keep an entire army fed if we wanted to," he finished with a chuckle. She joined him after a moment. 

"Anne?"

"Please go away," she hissed under her breath, her mouth hardly moving at all, 

"I beg your pardon?"

"I'm... WE are not supposed to talk to you."

"Why not?"

Before either of them could answer, Anne let out a frustrated groan before grabbing her friend's arm and yanking her back inside the school, leaving Gilbert behind in confusion still holding the apple in his outstretched hand. 

"We're not supposed to talk with him, Isobel!"

"Says who? Those girls over there who treat you like dirt? Why do you care what they think?"

"Diana says that it's important to fit in and be friends with them. I don't want to ruin my chances of being a part of their group."

Isobel sighed. "Anne. You don't have to be friends with them to be happy. You're just going to make yourself miserable in the end." She simply shrugged. "Now come on, let's go eat our lunch."

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The students were sitting in class after lunch doing math in silence when Isobel heard a small "psst" beside her. She furrowed her eyebrows and turned her head to see Gilbert smirking at her. She rolled her eyes and continued her work, ignoring him when he did it again. 

A moment or two passed before she noticed a small piece of chalk gently roll over to her foot. The redhead looked slightly to her right and saw Gilbert bent down to pick it up, placing his apple on Isobel's desk. 

"Whoops," he shrugged. 

She chuckled and shook her head. "What are you doing? You're supposed to be working."

He shrugged again. "Just testing a theory."

He then dropped the chalk on the floor again and this time it stopped at Anne's feet. He walked over to her and repeated his actions. When she didn't react he got up and pulled lightly on one of her braids. 

"Hey, carrots!"

"I'm not talking to you!" Anne screamed. Isobel's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as they all witnessed her pick up her chalkboard slate and slap Gilbert in the face with it. 

Gilbert didn't seem phased. Instead, he just sent her a smirk.

"You just did."

"Shirley!" Mr. Phillips sneered. "Get up here! Now! What a vicious display!" Anne looked just as shocked as the rest of us as she set down her slate and slowly walked towards the front of the room. "Is that what they taught you in that orphanage? Unacceptable!"

"It was my fault, sir," Gilbert tried convincing him. "I teased her."

"Quiet Blythe! That's hardly an excuse!" The whole class had been snickering with each other, laughing about how much trouble Anne was in. "Quiet! All of you! Return to your lesson!"

As Isobel looked down towards her board to continue working, Mr. Phillips started to shout again. She looked up to see Anne sprinting towards the door. 

"Where do you think you're going? Get back here! Shirley!"

But she was already gone.

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"How was the first day of school?" Edith asked as she took Isobel's sweater and hat.

"Just as I expected. Full of pompous girls and ignorant boys. Only one person being the exception in each group."

"But that must mean you met two acceptable people then?"

"Yes. I did. One girl, her name is Anne. She's new like me. She seems to just want to fit in with the others though. And a boy, Gilbert. He seems to be less insufferable than the others but the girls seem to think one of them has staked a claim on him and none of the others are allowed to speak to him because of it."

"Oh, who cares what those other girls say?"

"I certainly don't. Aside from Anne, Gilbert seemed to be the only other decent person in that classroom."

"Well, I'm glad you were able to make a couple of friends. Now run along. Go clean up so you can help prepare supper later."

She nodded and swiftly left to go clean up. 

Maybe this town wouldn't be too bad after all.

#gilbert blythe #x reader #x oc #anne shirley #anne with an e #gilbert #bash #1890 #canada #avonlea

[katherineholmes]

The Monster In Her Mind

There’s no escaping from Damon after that, she sees him everywhere. Outside her class, there one second, gone the next, the same story when she sees him outside her house and at the Grill. He’s everywhere, he’s in the town square, and in her journal, he’s in the park and he’s in front of her eyes, he’s in the woods and he’s in her dreams. Each night, she bolts her window and closes her blinds.

(TW : Non-con, domestic violence, stalking, yandere).

#elena gilbert #Elena Gilbert centric #anti damon salvatore #fuck damon #Damon Salvatore bashing #elena/Elijah/klaus #klaus x elena x elijah #elena gilbert and her harem of mikaelsons #elena x elijah #elena x klaus #things get a lot worse before they get better

[stargazing-imagines]

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.”

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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

[thedragonqueensblog]

Edward Cullen///Jealousy is everywhere

Request by @misskitty1912-blog: Hi can I request Edward Cullen x Plus size female reader is sam and dean Winchester sister and is best friends with Castiel and Gabriel x Stefan Salvatore featuring jealous elane and bella but elane is with Damon and bella is with Jacob

Warnings: Bella Swan and Elena Gilbert bashing, mentioned of tying to shoot, death but reborn, mentioned of Dean being a demon and your other brother Sam being a soulless, parents death and more probably

A/N: Stefan and Caroline are going to be a couple in here if you guys don't like it then don't read, but rather than that I hope you love it if you don’t let me know and I’ll unwrite but if you do enjoy and thank you for requesting love!!

You looked at your family picture frame as tears were falling down your cheeks as you kissed the frame and you felt Edward wrapped his arms around you and he kissed your forehead “oh sweetheart don’t cry.”

You wipe off your tears and you lay the frame down on your shared bed. "It's hard not to."

He grabbed your hands with a sad smile, "I know sweetie but seeing you cry breaks me."

You leaned against his chest as he comforted you. “It's been years that I haven’t seen my best friends and my brothers.”

He pressed a kiss on your shoulder as he played with your hair. “We can go see them whenever you want, sweetheart.”

you smiled as you looked at him with love, "I don't know if Dean is still a demon or if Sam is still soulless if so it’s dangerous for us to be near.”

“What about your friends? They haven’t contacted you with updates of your brothers?” He asked

You shook your head. “no they’re probably l still mad or too busy trying to find a way to bring my brothers back.”

Edward was about to say something else when he heard your phone get a message from Stefan Salvatore, and saw you read the message

“Honey what did he say?” He asked trying to hide his jealousy since you told him that you were Stefan first crush

You rolled your eyes playful since you know that Edward is being jealous. “My love you know that I only love you and that I only have eyes for you whatever Stefan or I felt it’s in the past.”

He crossed his arms as he rolled his eyes, not trying to smile "so what does he want?"

“He’s inviting us to his wedding with Caroline Forbes.” You showed him the invitation that you got from Stefan on your phone

He looked over your shoulder then he looked at you. “isn’t she friends with that girl who's jealous of your friendship with Stefan?”

Before putting your phone down you saved the invitation and texted Stefan that you were going. “not anymore she stopped being friends with Elena when she made Caroline choose between me and her.”

He laughed as he shook his head. “That's Karma, that's what happens when you make someone choose she deserves that and even more.”

“Why are you letting Stefan and Caroline invite Y/n to their wedding?” Elena asked angrily after finding out that they send you the wedding invitation

Damon crossed his arms. “It's not my wedding Elena, they have the right to invite whoever they want, it’s their wedding, not mine, I don’t know why you don’t like her, she’s a great woman.”

She fumed as she rolled her eyes, “what’s so great about her? She’s nothing but a boring and stupid woman.”

“Listen here Y/n’s is Stefan's best friend and Caroline sees her as a sister, so if you don’t want to be uninvited to the wedding I suggest you to be quiet and to show her respect when she comes. ” He warns being done with Elena bullshit and jealousy

“Then I am not going.” She sat down on the couch, crossing her arms

“Then don’t come, that's fine with me I would rather not have you come if you’re going to be complaining the whole time.” He stormed off ignoring Elena calls out

Your family and you are at Isle Esme For a couple of days to get some fresh air and to get away from people and everything

“Finally a nice family vacation for the first time ever since that accident.” Emmett said as he looked around.

“I know right two weeks far from stupid people and it’s stupid problems:” Rosalie said agreeing with her husband Emmett

“Y/n?” Alice asked, pulling you aside from them “I need to tell you something that I saw.”

“What’s up?” You asked sounding confused on what she’s going to tell you since that look on her it looks like it’s something serious

She looks over at the family who was laughing and talking then at you, “I saw that your blood family is trying to find a way to get in contact with you.”

“What?” You asked as tears started to fall down from your cheeks “how if dean is a demon and Sam is soulless? And my best friends are probably still mad at me. You saw how they reacted when I told them that I married Edward and that he turned me into a vampire.”

She grabbed your shoulders before pulling you into a hug as she rubbed your back “not anymore honey I saw that your brothers and best friends are going to make a trip to Forks anytime soon.”

You wiped off your tears and pulled away from Alice gently. “I’m really happy to hear that, but I’m scared of my brothers reaction when I tell them that I married a vampire and that he turned me.”

“I know, but they'll understand why Edward had it to do it, you were basically dying but he saved you and you were reborn as a vampire.” She tried to reassure you

“I honestly don't know me and my brothers grew up as hunters and they'll be asking what I was doing that almost caused me to lose my life and why I married Edward.” You told her

“I was planning if you're not ready to tell them that you're a vampire we can get you contact lenses that match your human color eyes.” She smiles

“That’s a good idea and I love it but wearing them will make my eyes really irritated like the other time that I tried to use them and also they will find out the truth one way or the other and I really do want them to find out from me rather than for them to find out from someone else.”

“Yeah, that would suck if they were to be told by someone else rather than you. Maybe if they heard it from you they’ll understand and hopefully be happy for you guys” she said with hope

You laughed “Probably but in my mind I’m not trying to picture them not trying to shoot him because after all they’re hunters and really overprotective of me and dating someone mostly if he’s a vampire they will get really crazy.”

She laughs too "Do you think your brothers would do that? even if Edward's is their brother in law.”

You nodded your head "Yeah even if Edward is their brother in law they would still go crazy when it comes to vampires and me you don't know how overprotected they would get when I would go hunting with them and when I would bring the men over just don't tell Edward.”

Bella and Jacob arrived in Mystic falls days earlier before the wedding since Elena told her to since she made a plan to ruin your happiness and she wants her to be included in the plan

“So What’s the Plan?” Bella asked

Elena hands Bella a glass of water "Oh you're going to love it!!”

Bella takes a sip as she smiles “ tell me I want to know!!”

"So her brothers are not aware of her being married and her being a vampire.” Elena smirks

Bella raised an eyebrow, "Not following."

“Okay, so Y/n and her family are hunters, I mean just her friends and her brothers so think how would they react to know that their sister is dating a supernatural? Mostly if she's one as well.” Elena explains with a smirk on her face

"Say what? A hunter turned into a vampire? it seems like she betrayed her kind. Man we could tell her brothers that she is dating one of the supernatural and that she's one.” Bella smirks as well

“There you go, so I sent them an anonymous email to come to Mystic falls and They responded with an ok and that they will be here.”

“I can’t wait to see that look on Y/N’s face covered with sadness and tears. ”Bella laughs“ having no one but the Cullens comforting her since her brothers will hate her.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think about that and what is going to make me more angry that not only will she be comforted by Cullens but by my boyfriend and friends as well.” Elena fumed

Bella crossed her arms "tell me about it, Jacob will also be comforting her too, what's so special about her?”

"I agree but anyways, let's plan what we're going to wear for the wedding."

“Are you sure it’s safe for us to go to Mystic falls? What if it’s a trap?” Sam asked concerned for the safety of his brother and me

“I doubt it, and yeah I know that the Person that sent us that gmail was anonymous. I believe there’s no harm in going.” Dean said trying to erase his brother worries

“I hope you're right brother.”

“I'll go with you guys.” Castiel volunteers

“Count me in.” Gabriel smiles hoping that Dean and Sam would let him go with them

Dean and Sam looked at each other to see if one another were okay with Gabriel coming, and he smiled when both Dean and Sam gave him a approval nod

you smiled when you saw your friends waiting for you and your family with happy smiles on their faces except for Elena and Bella who were crossing their arms

you thanked your husband for opening the door for you as Caroline run up to you, hugging you really fast, almost making you fall down

"I'm so happy that you're here you don't know how much I have missed you.” Caroline smiles as she lets out tears “I Feel like it’s been forever since I saw you.”

"Since my wedding where I got told that my parents were dead, and that my brothers were out there.” You smiled sadly “but today is not the time to be sad, tomorrow is your wedding.”

“The wedding is today, but I can't wait any longer.” Elena tells Bella

"Then what are we waiting for? let's go tell them.” Bella smiles as she and Elena went outside to talk to the four men that got here

You smiled as you were doing Caroline's hair "I'm so happy for you, you deserve this and more.”

she smiles back at you through the mirror "thank you!! and I want to thank you again for everything that you have done for Stefan and me.”

“So wait not only are you telling us that Y/n our sister is married to a vampire but she's one of them too.” Dean was hurt not because you're married and didn’t tell Him and Sam because he felt that he didn’t protect you enough

"Please tell us that this is a joke.” Sam sniffed “that she’s not a vampire.”

"I wish I was joking But it's true.” Elena fakes to be sad as Bella does too

"Where is she? We have to talk to her." Castiel asked upset both Gabriel and he knew about your wedding but he didn’t know that you are a vampire

"Follow us and I'll take you guys to go see her."

“Thank you.” Gabriel said walking with them as your brothers and Castiel follow behind

#twilight #twilight x you #twilight x y/n #twilight x reader #Edward Cullen #Edward Cullen x reader #Edward Cullen x you #Edward Cullen x Y/n #Edward Cullen x Winchester!!reader #crossover

[ooo-yeah-baby]

im the anon from earlier lol

can i request a yandere gilbert blythe where it's his and the readers' wedding day? and then maybe including at the end them "cuddling" in bed together but it's really him holding her tightly whispering about some future together while she cries

sorry if that's a little morbid, i just thought it'd be a cool part two to the first one you posted

Arranged Pt 2

Yandere Gilbert Blythe x reader

I only write sfw, feel free to make requests. Thank you for asking!! Kinda short and not proof read. Enjoy :)

I love you..." his voice rings in your ears. 

"You're so beautiful..." his words make your skin crawl. 

"Are you listening?" You have no choice. 

From the moment your mother made you let him in to the note on the school board to shuffling down the isle this morning, you were miserable. 

Possibly the only enjoyable part of this was seeing how proud your mother was the whole way through. She had fixed up her old wedding dress and fitted it to you. She made you up like a doll for the ceremony. And as your father walked you down the isle you could see tears falling from her eyes. He was so happy. It would have been discomforting if you had thought too much into it though.

Gilbert stared in astonishment as you walked down the aisle in the church. When you arrived at the altar you wanted so badly to repeat the same actions as  Prissy had. Run out of the church and into the field. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

After the ceremony the reception was held. Your family and friends all told stories of both you and Gilbert- which were very much exaggerated for the occasion. 

Anne had written a poem, Josey made a few snide comments, Ruby talked up every interaction you'd had with Gilbert as if she hadn't been in love with him just a year ago.

It all made you so sick that you couldn't even swallow your food. 

Finally you were here. In Gilbert's home. Bash in the room next door caring for his baby, and Gilbert hugging you from behind, his face in the crook of your neck. 

"Are you listening Y/N?" He repeats, giving your body a small squeeze. You nod, tears sliding down your cheeks and over your nose. "I'm sorry..." he takes a deep breath. 

"For what?" You ask, knowing the answer. He'd done this countless of times in the last few months. Apologizing but never changing. 

"I want you to be happy..." you don't respond. It's easier to tune him out. "I'm aware you didn't want thus marriage..." you've fought him every step of the way on this. "So I'm sorry for forcing this onto you..." he's not sorry. He's quite right happy with himself. "But I do love you." The tears begin streaming down your face. "and I'll make sure you're happy. We can have a happy little family- if you want!" He stutters a bit. "We don't have to have kids if you don't want any. It's up to you." He thinks for a second. "It could just be us- and Bash and Delphine, of course."

This isn't love, to you. It's possession. It's kidnapping. It's grotesque and disgusting. Love is supposed to be flowery and sweet.

Maybe you could've had a real romance if Gilbert had approached you correctly; Walked up to you in class, talked to you about your day, invited you over for a nice meal and took your wants and needs into consideration. But that's not what he did. He went to your parents, who gave him his guaranteed spouse. It was as if nothing you thought or felt mattered. 

"I love you, Y/N..." he leans over and kisses you on the cheek. "You don't have to say it back." Then reaches over and blows out the candle. 

You rub your eyes dry and your cheek raw. 

#yandere #yandere concept #yandere sfw #yandere x reader #yandere gilbert blythe #anne with an e #anne of green gables #gilbert blythe x reader #gilbert blythe #forced relationship #arranged marriage

[voidpetrova]

quick rinse — jeremy gilbert x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, suggestive content, reader is a cliché car girl — fluff

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synopsis: jeremy will do everything he can to keep an eye on the girl at the school's car wash

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under the scorching sun of a late spring afternoon, the grounds of mystic falls high school buzzed with anticipation. the annual charity car wash was in full swing, with colorful banners flapping in the breeze and clusters of students bustling around buckets, sponges, and hoses. the air was filled with the scent of soap and the distant laughter of teenagers eager to contribute to a good cause.

amidst the organized chaos, you stood beside a gleaming sedan, a determined grin on your face as you attacked a particularly stubborn smear on the windshield. dressed in a pair of faded denim shorts and a vibrant bikini top covered by a light, sheer tunic, you radiated energy that seemed to rival the sun itself. your friends worked on cars nearby, sharing laughter and shouts across the makeshift wash station.

across the lot, jeremy gilbert, a brooding yet attractive figure, leaned casually against a tree. His eyes were fixed on you as if you were the only person in the entire schoolyard. day after day, he had found himself inexplicably drawn to the car wash, captivated by your grace and determination as you tackled each vehicle with an unwavering enthusiasm.

he watched the way the sun glistened against your skin. you had one leg on the ground, the other bent against the surface of the car's hood as you scrubbed away at the windshield. he could feel his breath hitch as droplets of sweat and cold water dripped down your thigh, forming a small puddle under your feet.

“jeremy, seriously, you've been lurking here every day this week,” elena teased, sauntering over with a sly grin. “if you're going to stare, at least make it less obvious.”

jeremy tore his gaze away from you, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “i can't help it. she's just—she's something else, elena.”

she chuckled and bumped his shoulder playfully. “well, lucky for you, i happen to know her. that's (y/n), my friend from way back. she's just as amazing on the inside as she looks on the outside.”

jeremy's interest was piqued, and a mixture of nerves and excitement danced in his eyes. “do you think you could introduce me?”

elena's grin widened. “of course! in fact, why don't you help out at the car wash? it's for charity, after all.”

he hesitated, his gaze flickering back to you as you expertly wrung out a sponge. “i guess it wouldn't hurt to pitch in.”

a sudden heat crept up his cheeks as you peeled your tunic off, revealing the vibrant bikini top that had, unknowingly, become the star of his daydreams. he swallowed hard, his fingers unconsciously curling around the edge of the car's roof. his heart raced as you wiped a bead of sweat from your forehead, the gesture both casual and intimate.

“elena wasn't exaggerating when she said you were committed to this,” jeremy finally managed to say, his voice betraying a mix of admiration and bashfulness. you chuckled, shooting him a playful grin as you wrung out the sponge in your hand. “well, it's for a good cause,” you paused to meet his gaze, eyes twinkling as he stared at you. “you're elena's baby brother, aren't you?” the soft breeze rustled through the trees, carrying the scent of soap and the faintest hint of blooming flowers. he found himself unable to tear his eyes away as you worked, your every movement seeming to flow with an innate rhythm that held him captive.

jeremy's eyebrows shot up in pleasant surprise, a soft laugh escaping his lips. “yeah, that's me. the one and only.” you shook your head, still smiling. “i've heard so much about you from elena. she talks about you with this mix of exasperation and affection that's pretty endearing.”

his lips quirked up in a fond smile, his nerves slowly easing in the warmth of your presence. “she's something, isn't she?”

“she is.” you resumed your scrubbing, your attention split between the car and keremy. “so, what made you decide to join our little car wash brigade?”

jeremy leaned casually against the car, crossing his arms as he regarded you with a thoughtful expression. “well, besides the fact that i can't resist your car-washing skills, i wanted to do something different. and helping out for a good cause seemed like a great way to start.”

you raised an eyebrow playfully, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “oh, so you're saying my car-washing skills were the main draw here?”

he laughed, a genuine, unguarded sound that resonated through the air. “can you blame me? you make it look easy.”

as the sun continued to dip below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over everything around you, the conversation flowed effortlessly. the transition from strangers to acquaintances felt natural, the ease of your interactions comforting and exciting all at once.

jeremy leaned in slightly, his eyes focused on a particularly intricate part of the car's engine. “it's a nice engine belt, huh.”

you couldn't help but smile at his attempt, appreciating his genuine interest. “close, jeremy. it's actually called the serpentine belt. it's responsible for driving various components of the engine, like the alternator and the power steering pump.”

he nodded, a mixture of fascination and curiosity evident on his face. “wow, you really know your stuff.”

you shrugged modestly, a faint blush rising to your cheeks. “i've been working on cars since i was twelve. my dad used to own a small auto shop, and he taught me a lot.”

his admiration was clear in his eyes, and a warm smile spread across his lips. “that's seriously impressive, (y/n). i mean, most people my age would probably struggle to change a tire.”

you chuckled, appreciating his honesty but shrugging nonetheless. “i don't like to flaunt my knowledge, guys don't really like it when you know more about cars than them.”

his gaze lingered on you, a newfound admiration dancing in his eyes. “it's really cool that you have that kind of knowledge. it's— attractive, honestly.” the sincerity in his words sent a delightful shiver down your spine, your heart skipping a beat. “well, thank you, jeremy. i'm glad you think so.”

as the conversation flowed, you found yourselves delving into the intricacies of car mechanics, each exchange strengthening the connection that was forming between you. the sun had now fully set, and the car wash area was illuminated by the soft glow of overhead lights, casting a cozy ambiance over the scene.

jeremy's curiosity and genuine interest in your passion were evident as he asked questions and soaked in your explanations. with each topic you covered, he seemed more captivated, more drawn to the depth of your knowledge and the enthusiasm with which you shared it.

as the night wore on, you both stood by the car, the faint hum of conversation and laughter from the other students providing a soothing backdrop. the world seemed to narrow down to the two of you, lost in the exchange of ideas and stories. and in that shared space of learning and connection, jeremy and you continued to build a foundation, one that held the promise of something more—a connection fueled by mutual admiration, respect, and a growing attraction that neither of you could deny.

as the car wash event wrapped up, the two of you found yourselves caught in the magnetic pull of continued conversation. the stars were starting to twinkle in the night sky, and the idea of extending the evening seemed natural. jeremy cleared his throat, his gaze a mixture of nerves and excitement.

“hey, (y/n), i was thinking— maybe we could grab a drink or something? there's this bar not too far from here.” you smiled, touched by his invitation. “that sounds like a great idea, jeremy.”

he fumbled for his phone in his pocket. “i can call us a cab if you'd like.”

you shook your head with a playful glint in your eyes. “actually, i've got something better. follow me.” jeremy didn't know what exactly he was expecting—a personal car, perhaps? maybe a limo or personal driver? curiosity lit up his face as you led him towards a sleek, parked yamaha motorcycle nearby. he looked at you in surprise, his eyebrows raised. “you ride a motorcycle?” you nodded, a grin playing on your lips. “oh, yeah. i'm a bit of a car and bike enthusiast.”

his astonishment was evident, and his eyes sparkled with a newfound intrigue. “you never cease to amaze me.”

after a few quick instructions, you handed jeremy a helmet and swung your leg over the motorcycle. he followed suit, fitting the helmet onto his head and securing it in place. you could feel his arms wrap around your waist, a warmth seeping through your clothing and sending a shiver down your spine.

“ready?” you asked, your voice carrying a mix of excitement and anticipation.

“absolutely,” he replied, his voice close to your ear, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

with a gentle rev of the engine, you set off into the night. the wind rushed past you, the cool breeze making the air feel electric. as you navigated the streets with the precision and confidence of a seasoned rider, jeremy's grip around your waist tightened ever so slightly, his body pressed against yours.

the city lights created a vibrant tapestry as you weaved through the streets, the familiar rumble of the engine blending with the distant sounds of nightlife. the two of you communicated in a language of shared adventure, every twist and turn a testament to your unspoken connection.

at a red light, you stole a glance at Jeremy through the rearview mirror. his hair was tousled by the wind, his eyes alight with a mixture of excitement and exhilaration. it was a sight that stirred something within you—a sense of newfound intimacy, a shared moment that felt suspended in time.

when the light turned green, you accelerated smoothly, the motorcycle responding to your touch. the sensation of the open road, the freedom of the night, and the presence of jeremy behind you created a symphony of emotions that resonated in your heart.

as you approached the bar, you gradually slowed down, bringing the motorcycle to a graceful halt. jeremy dismounted, his movements fluid and graceful. removing his helmet, he looked at you with an expression that held a hint of awe.

“that was incredible, (y/n). i had no idea you were this extraordinary.”

you chuckled, a mixture of pride and affection in your voice. “well, now you know.”

hand in hand, you walked into the bar, the world around you seemingly aglow with the magic of the night. the romantic adventure you had just shared on the motorcycle had deepened the connection between you, creating a foundation for the evening ahead—an evening that held the promise of laughter, shared stories, and a budding romance that seemed to mirror the stars above, bright and infinite.

inside the cozy bar, the atmosphere buzzed with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. you and jeremy settled into a corner booth, the dim lighting casting a warm, intimate ambiance. as you exchanged stories, it felt like a natural continuation of the connection you had built at the car wash earlier.

jeremy leaned back against the cushioned booth, his eyes locked onto yours as he listened intently to your tale. “so, you've been into cars since you were twelve, huh? that's impressive dedication.”

you nodded, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “yeah, like i said— my dad owned a small auto shop. he taught me everything i know about cars. we used to spend hours working on them together.”

jeremy's gaze softened, a hint of understanding in his eyes. “i can relate to that. my dad was into cars too. he used to tinker with them in our garage. i learned a lot just by watching him.”

a shared sense of loss lingered in the air, unspoken but understood. you fiddled with your fingers, letting the moment settle between you before continuing. “he passed away a few years ago. it was tough, but working on cars has always been a way for me to feel connected to him.”

jeremy's expression grew solemn, a mix of sympathy and camaraderie in his gaze. “i lost my parents too, in a car accident. it's been hard trying to move forward without them.”

“i'm so sorry to hear that,” you said softly, reaching across the table to place a reassuring hand on his. “losing a parent is something you can't replace. but maybe we can find a way to honor their memories by carrying on their passions.”

he gave you a small, appreciative smile. “yeah, i'd like that. you know, maybe you can teach me a thing or two about cars. it would be nice to feel that connection again.” you returned his smile, a warm spark of enthusiasm igniting within you. “absolutely. i'd be happy to help you learn.”

the conversation flowed seamlessly as you talked about cars, shared memories, and traded anecdotes about your families. as the night wore on, jeremy's curiosity about your preferences took a playful turn. “what can i get you to drink?”

you leaned back, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “surprise me.”

he chuckled, looking amused by your response. “alright, how about a cocktail?”

you tilted your head in consideration before shaking it. “actually, i'll have a beer.”

his eyebrows lifted in surprise. “a beer? i didn't see that coming.”

you grinned, your expression unapologetic. “gotta keep you on your toes, right?” the corners of his lips curled upwards in an affectionate smile. “you certainly have a way of doing that.”

as jeremy headed to the bar to fetch your drinks, you watched him move through the crowd with an air of newfound familiarity. the warmth that had blossomed between you felt like a promise of something more—something built on shared experiences, mutual understanding, and the undeniable attraction that had drawn you together.

as he returned to the table, the clinking of glasses marked the continuation of your evening together. the laughter and stories flowed, creating a tapestry of connection that seemed to erase the boundaries of time and space. the bar's ambiance seemed to echo the sentiment, with its soft lighting and cozy atmosphere cocooning the two of you in a world of your own.

as the night deepened, you couldn't help but reflect on how this chance meeting at the charity car wash had unfolded into something far more significant. the shared passion for cars had been the catalyst, but it was the genuine connection that had truly set the stage for the enchanting evening.

with every glance, every laugh, and every story shared, it became clear that your encounter with jeremy was a turning point—a moment that held the promise of a new chapter in both of your lives. and as you raised your glasses in a silent toast to the future, you knew that the stars above weren't the only things shimmering with potential that night.

under the bright morning sun, jeremy awoke with a sense of anticipation in his chest. the golden rays filtered through his curtains, casting warm patterns of light on his bedroom walls. stretching languidly, he let out a contented sigh, his mind immediately wandering back to the previous day's interactions.

as he made his way downstairs, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the distant sounds of chirping birds. the comfortable hum of morning surrounded him, creating a sense of coziness that wrapped around his senses like a familiar embrace.

elena was already in the kitchen, her brows furrowed in concentration as she stared at her phone screen. her lips curved into a smile as her little brother entered the room. “good morning, sleepyhead.”

he returned her smile, his curiosity piqued by the look on her face. “hey, what's got you so engrossed? elena let out a half-amused, half-frustrated sigh. “my car's acting up. it just won't start.”

a spark of realization lit up jeremy's eyes. “wait, didn't you use it to drive back home last night?”

elena nodded, her frustration palpable. “yeah, and now it's completely dead. i don't know what's wrong with it.”

jeremy's mind immediately leapt to a solution. “you know, I think I might know someone who can help.”

elena's eyebrow arched inquisitively. “oh, do tell. who's this mysterious someone?”

jeremy's cheeks tinged pink as he hesitated, his voice a touch uncertain. “your friend, (y/n)? i think she's really knowledgeable about cars. maybe she can figure out what's going on.”

elena's lips curled into a knowing smile. “ah, i see. you're hoping to impress her, aren't you?”

jeremy's blush deepened, but he couldn't deny it. “well, she seems to know a lot about cars. it's worth a shot.”

elena chuckled, her gaze filled with mischief. “alright, go ahead and call her then.”

taking a deep breath, jeremy dialed your number. after a few rings, you answered, your voice carrying a sense of energy even through the phone.

“hey, jer. what's going on?”

he cleared his throat, the nervousness returning. “hey, (y/n). i was wondering if you could help us out. my sister's car broke down, and i thought maybe you could take a look at it?” there was a brief pause before your voice chimed in again, this time laced with enthusiasm. “of course, i'd be happy to help. where's the car?”

as jeremy provided the address, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. he hung up the phone with a mix of hope and anticipation, unsure of what the day would bring but eager to spend more time with you.

when you arrived at elena's place, jeremy's heartbeat quickened as he caught sight of you stepping out of your car. dressed in a snug tank top and shorts, you looked effortlessly confident, a toolbox in hand, and an aura of readiness surrounding you. your hair was half-up and half-clipped back, a few front strands dancing in the gentle breeze.

as you approached elena's car, your attention was fully captured by the task at hand. jeremy watched in awe as you bent over the open hood, your fingers deftly navigating the engine components. you explained each step with a mix of concentration and clarity, making it easy for elena and him to follow along.

“—so, it looks like this wire right here came loose, which is causing a disruption in the ignition system,” you explained, your tone informative yet approachable.

elena nodded, genuinely impressed. “wow, you really know your stuff.”

jeremy found himself nodding in agreement, his admiration growing with each passing moment. your expertise was matched only by your ability to explain complex concepts in a way that was easily understandable—a rare combination that only deepened his intrigue. after a few minutes of focused work, you stood up, wiping your hands on a rag. “there we go, that should do it.”

elena eagerly hopped into the driver's seat and attempted to start the car. a victorious smile crossed her face as the engine roared to life.

“thank you so much, (y/n)! you're a lifesaver,” elena exclaimed, her gratitude evident.

you smiled warmly. “no problem, happy to help.”

as you turned to leave, jeremy's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and something more. “hey, (y/n), hold on a sec.”

you turned back, your gaze curious. “yeah?”

he cleared his throat, his voice a touch nervous. “um, would you maybe want to grab dinner with me sometime? you know, as a thank you for helping with the car?”

a playful smile danced on your lips, and you stepped closer. “well, that depends. are you asking me out on a date?”

jeremy felt a rush of anticipation as he met your gaze. “yeah, i am.”

you leaned in, your voice softening to a whisper. “well, then, i think i'd like that.”

in a heartbeat, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a gentle yet electrifying kiss. the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of you connected by a magnetic pull that was impossible to resist.

when you finally pulled away, your eyes locked onto each other's, a shared warmth and excitement in the air. jeremy couldn't help but feel that this moment was like a scene from a movie—a serendipitous encounter that had blossomed into something far more significant.

with a final, lingering look, you stepped back, promising to text him about the details of your dinner. jeremy watched you go with a sense of wonder, realizing that what had started as a chance meeting at a charity car wash had turned into a life-altering connection—one that held the promise of shared laughter, deep conversations, and a romance that had ignited unexpectedly but brilliantly.

as he stood there, watching you disappear from view, he couldn't help but feel that the road of life had taken an unforeseen turn—one that had led him straight to you, a car enthusiast who had not only fixed his sister's car but had also fixed something within his own heart. and as he looked to the future, he was eager to see where this newfound connection would take him.

#tvd #tvdu #the vampire diaries #legacies #the originals #the vampire diaries fanfiction #the vampire diaries fluff #the vampire diaries angst #the vampire diaries smut #jeremy gilbert #jeremy x reader #jeremy gilbert x reader #jeremy gilbert x reader smut #jeremy gilbert fluff #jeremy gilbert smut #jeremy gilbert angst

[crvptidgf]

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

Gilbert Blythe x Reader

[FLUFF]

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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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[queenofstelena]

Dada or Mama

Stefan Salvatore x Elena Gilbert

Summary: Stefan and Elena try to get their daughter to say Dada or Mama but it doesn't work out the way they think it will.

Warnings: None! Just fluff

Notes: Family fluff!! Inspired by full house and suggested by a friend of mine!

Characters: Elena Gilbert, Stefan Salvatore, and Bonnie Bennett.

Stefan's POV

"Come on Lexi, you can do it!" I encouraged my 1 year old. She was seated in her high chair in the kitchen. I made her breakfast or her soft food with a glass of milk.

Elena was making some coffee and she turned around to face me. She asked, "What are you trying to get her to do now?" She had hands on her hips.

"Can't talk now honey, I'm busy getting our 1 year old to say Dada!" I focus back on my little girl. I continued to try to coach her into saying Dada.

"Come on Lexi day Dada for me." All she did was babble and look adorable.

I lift her up from her high chair and place her on the ground. I started to shake her hands like I was gonna dance with her. She always loves this. "You can do it! All you have to say is Dada!" But again it does not work but this time she giggles cause we're dancing. Even though it didn't work I was happy to hear her giggle. But I was determined, I'm not giving up.

"I'm sorry you burst your bubble honey, but I don't think it's gonna work."

"Yeah it will."

"No it won't."

"I bet I could though." She said, with a smirk.

"Bet you couldn't." I retorted.

"Bet I could!" She retorted back.

"Bet you couldn't!" I hissed.

"Bet I could!" She blurted.

"Bet you could-" I was cut off by her and she said, "Don't you dare finish that sentence Stefan Salvatore! We are adults not children! But...I bet I could get her to say mama!" She smiled slyly.

"Fine! May the best one of us get her to say Mama or Dada, you have yourself a deal Mrs. Salvatore." I say.

"I accept it Mr.Salvatore." She held her hand out and I shook it firmly.

Elena turned to Lexi. “Alright Missy can you say mama?” Elena asked. Lexi giggled but said nothing.

“I guess you were wrong.” I say, crossing my arms.

“No I'm not! And I am not finished yet.” She retorted. She was right, we were acting like children but at the moment I don't really care. I am determined to get her to say Dada.

“Then neither am I!” I picked up Lexi and held her in my arms.

“Oh no you don't Mister!” She took Lexi back into her arms. Lexi kept looking between us both with a puzzled expression. Or at least the best puzzle expression a 1 year old can come up with.

“What do you think you're doing?” I inquired.

“Taking my daughter back, Thank You very much.” She moved swiftly away. But I could be faster.

“Gimme back my daughter!” My arms were around Elena's waist, and I was going to pull her away from Elena. That was until I heard the door open revealing Bonnie. Elena and I freeze when Bonnie meets our gazes. I forgot we gave Bonnie an extra key. I really regret doing that now.

“What are you doing?” She asked, she looked horrified. She was horrified by the fact Elena and I were fighting over our daughter.

“Ummm…” I was at a loss for words. Elena turns to me trying to come up with something, “We're…” She trailed off, unable to come up with a good excuse.

“Nothing to worry about!” I shrugged off and removed my arms from Elena's. She raised her eyebrow at us. “Really? Cause I could say otherwise.” She remarked sassily.

“Really nothing!” Elena spoke up. Finally! Thanks for the backup my dear wife. I gave her a dirty look. She gave me a bashful look. My gaze softened, I could never be angry at her for long. But I am gonna get some payback. I smirked to myself. Oh I'm definitely going to be pranking her later.

Lexi was off in her own world until she spotted Bonnie. “Bonnie!” She squealed. Bonnie came closer and said, “Hi Lex! How's it going?” Lexi giggled at her enthusiasm.

“Traitor!” I muttered.

“Seriously?” Elena questioned. We both sighed in defeat. I guess no one won. Yay!

“May I?” Bonnie motioned to hold Lexi. “Of course.” I handed Lexi over.

“Why are you here again?”

“Oh Damon wanted me to drop your jacket off for him, you forgot it the last time you were at our place.”

She handed me my jacket. “Oh uh thanks!”

“You're welcome.” She turned away and bounced Lexi in her arms. I turned to Elena.

“I guess neither of us won the bet eh?”

“Nope.” She looked a little disappointed so was I but it did work out in the end.

“But she did say her first words.” I noted. “Our little girl said her first words!” Elena smiled at my enthusiasm.

“Just not in the way we thought she would.” She concluded.

“Yeah no. I didn't think her first words would be Bonnie but hey at least we know who her favorite aunt is.” I shrugged.

“Caroline will be mad.” Elena laughed softly.

“Yeah probably.” I agreed.

“I guess we shouldn't have fought over her huh then?” I said thoughtfully.

“Yeah probably not.” I lean closer, “Am I forgiven?”

“Stefan Salvatore asking for forgiveness? What a shame?” She gasped dramatically, putting her hand over her heart. I raised my eyebrow. She giggled. “Then yes as long as I am forgiven as well.”

“Yes you are forgiven as well.” I voiced. I leaned forward, closing the gap between us and pressing my lips to hers.

“Ew you two! Get a room!” Bonnie pleaded. while Lexi continued to chant Bonnie's name. We both giggled, smiling brightly at one another.

“This is our house, you know!” Elena says.

“Yeah well still!” She said she still looked disgusted. Elena and I let out another laugh, we shook our heads. Elena moved to Lexi's side and kissed her forehead affectionately. I followed suit and kissed her cheek, she let out another giggle. She was adorable. A traitor but adorable.

Her first words were not what we were expecting but it was still sweet. Even if she didn't say Dada or Mama.

The End.

#the vampire diaries #tvd #elena gilbert #stefan salvatore #stelena #bonnie bennett #tvd fanfic #tvd fanfiction #the vampire diaries fanfiction #the vampire diaries fanfic #my fanfic #my fanfiction

[arcturusreads]

Just Take A Moment || Shirbert

pairing: anne shirley cuthbert x gilbert blythe word count: 687 words request: yes/no prompt/summary:  "my head hurts" a/n: let me know if you guys have any anne/gilbert requests

"My head hurts," Gilbert dropped his head back against the tree trunk he was leaning against.

Looking up from her book, Anne looked over at her beau who was sitting beside her. "Bash and I told you that you needed to take a break."

"I know but I have three exams the week that I go back."

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the surrounding trees and Anne sighed. Both she and Gilbert had managed to make time to come home over Easter. In their letters since Christmas, neither had been sure if they'd be able to. Anne's workload had doubled with essays to write and books to analyse and she'd also taken on a role writing at the college newspaper. Gilbert's work never seemed to stop, he'd contemplated staying in Toronto to revise for his exams before deciding that maybe some time with his family in Prince Edward Island would be more beneficial.

Both of them knew that even though they'd be home, it wouldn't be a relaxing visit. Anne still needed to help around the house and Gilbert with the orchard and that had to be fit around their schoolwork. Whilst doing all of that, they were also trying to find time for each other. They'd managed to find a routine a few days in where after lunch, they'd take their wor, find a tree near the Blythe-Lacroix orchard and work together.

Ruby couldn't get her head around it when Anne had told the girls of her plan. "But you and Gilbert haven't seen each other in months! Wouldn't you want to spend time just looking into each other's eyes…" she had that trademark dreamy look over her face and Anne laughed.

It had been months since Anne had seen Gilbert but she knew how important it was that they studied. As much as she would have rather spent her time with him talking or going on walks or just being able to relax, she knew there would be time for that when they finished for the year.

"A short break isn't going to hurt you, Gil. It'll benefit you if anything. You're not going to retain any information if you keep working without any rest."

Gilbert arched a brow, a small smirk on his face. "Since when have you started to take breaks." He'd never known Anne to be the type of person to slow down.

"Since one of my lecturers told me that without proper rest, your brain isn't able to repair and retain all the information that you're trying to feed it. I thought a future doctor might know that," she prodded his arm, teasing.

Gilbert didn't reply, he just stared at Anne with a dazed look on his face. With the sun behind her, she looked utterly ethereal and he wanted to drink it all in.

Furrowing her brow, Anne gave him another prod. "See, you can't even pay attention to what I'm saying. You need a break, Dr Blytthe."

Gilbert didn't bother arguing with her, too embarrassed that he'd been caught staring. He would rather her believe he had just zoned out of their conversation because of tiredness.

"Come on, lay your head on my lap." Anne shifted in her seat, stretching her legs before straightening her skirt out.

"Huh?" Gilbert was slightly taken aback.

"When I was stressed about the Queen's entrance exams, Marill1 would have me put her head in my lap and play with my hair. It felt like I was living on a cloud for a little while. So, what are you waiting for?"

"But, Anne-" Gilbert began to protest, the impropriety of it all was not lost on him but it sounded like heaven.

"No one's around Gil," Anne had already known what his protests were going to be.

Gilbert's eyes did a quick sweep around before he sighed. Shuffling himself, he laid on his back, head in Anne's lap. Before her hands reached his head he quickly caught one of them, placing a kiss on her palm.

"You're truly amazing, Anne Shirley Cuthbert, and I don't know what I would do without you.

#anne of green gable #anne with an e #gilbert blythe #anne shirley #shirbert #anne shirley cuthbert #awae #sai writes #excuse me whilst i rearrange the alphabet

[me10dy10]

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."

[fangirlofbasicallyeverthing]

"Cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile" (Chapter 3)

After S3

Pairings: Anne Shirley-Cuthbert x Gilbert Blythe

CHAPTER 3

Anne’s POV

Anne stepped out onto the platform and looked around.

She was back home and simply couldn’t wait to return to Green Gables and see Matthew and Marilla again. 

Gilbert would be staying back home with Bash and Delphine, but all of them would be coming over for dinner tonight. 

Gilbert grabbed the bags off of the train and looked around.

“Bash should be here any moment now.” He said, watching the road, as Anne wrapped her arm around his. 

They waited for a bit, and after what had seemed like ages, Bash finally turned around the corner.

“Gilbert!” He exclaimed, hopping off of the cart and pulling Gilbert into a bone-crushing hug.                “How you been?” He didn’t wait for an answer though, and turned to Anne, giving her a hug as well. 

Gilbert picked up the bags and tossed them into the cart. “ C’mon, let’s go.” He helped Anne up into the cart before climbing up himself.

“How is Delphine, Bash?” Anne asked, turning to him.

“She has grown much since you last saw her!” he said, smiling at the thought of his young daughter. “ She can even say a few words!”

“Oh, I simply cannot wait to see her again!” Anne exclaimed. She watched the green foliage that passed by them and couldn’t help but remember the first time she had come to Avonlea, on this very same path, as they passed the Lake of Shining Waters.

“It’s truly wonderful to be back in Avonlea!” 

They passed through the White Way of Delight, which was bursting with blossoms, and as they drove near the coast, she could hear the crashing of the sea waves. Now, she felt as if she was truly home.

Gilbert’s POV

Gilbert was overjoyed to be back home. 

He had missed Avonlea, but the reason that he had been so excited was that it meant that he and Anne could spend more time together, after spending months apart, only keeping in touch through the long letters, which seemed like they arrived after an eternity. 

Now, as they neared Green Gables, he thought of the times when they were younger when Anne had first moved here. 

Gilbert hadn’t realized it when he was younger, but he had been smitten with Anne since the moment he first saw her in those woods that morning before school.

He helped Anne get down from the cart, before taking her bags out. 

“Do you want me to carry them for you?” He asked her, hoping not to waste even a minute apart from her.

“No, I am quite capable of myself.” She replied, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

He watched as she ran, clutching her suitcase, with her hair blowing behind her.

“See you later!” she yelled, giving him a quick smile before she knocked on the door.

Gilbert smiled, as he knew things would be different now that they were back home.

ok, so haven't been posting updates for a loooooong time. I apologize, schoolwork got the best of me. This chapter is pretty short, but I promise to update more often now that summer is starting

Signing off,

fangirlofbasicallyeverything

#anne with an e #anne shirley cuthbert #anne x gilbert fluff #gilbert blythe #gilbert x anne #anne x gilbert #anne shirley #renew awae #awae fanfic #awae fandom #shirbert #fluff story #gilbert x anne fluff

[buckywhoresworld]

Bonnie Bennett x black!reader

Summary: In which you’re dying and it’s to late to save you.

Warning: Angst, character death, Elena bashing

You laid there on the ground in pain. You were just bit by a werewolf because you were protecting Elena. You were fighting good until you saw Elena in trouble. Being the good girlfriend you helped her because you knew she was important to Bonnie.

Now you were dying and Elena had left you here. She probably didn’t even tell Bonnie. You silently cried as you weren’t going to see the love of your life. You weren’t going to be able to tell her you love her for the last time.

Suddenly you turned your head as you heard footsteps. You look to see a blurry figure; they bent down and saw it was Bonnie and Matt.

“Y/n.” She said with tears coming out her eyes. “Bonnie. You’re here.”

“Of course I’m here, you’re going to be okay. We called Klaus he should be on his way.” She said holding you close. She brought your head to her lap.

“Bonnie he won’t make it in time, so I just wanted to let you know that I love you. I love you so much.” You stopped as it was getting hard to breathe.

“I want you to keep practicing magic and don’t stay sad. Live life to the fullest for me. I’ll be watching over you.”

Bonnie bent her head down sobbing. She kissed your lips then your forehead. “I love you too y/n. But I need you to stay awake okay. I need you here with me, you can’t leave.”

You slowly move your hand to her face, bringing her head closer making your foreheads touch. “It’s okay. I’m just glad I got to see you before I go. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

She cried as your body began to desiccate. She screamed not being able to handle the pain. Matt kneeled down next to her bring her into his arms as she cried hard.

Bonnie knew one thing for sure, Elena Gilbert was going to die soon.

#bonnie bennett #Bonnie x Black!reader #black reader #the vampire diaries #tvd universe #tvd fandom #angst with a sad ending

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iwcb | chapter 13. how to run from your problems

it will come back | chapter 13. how to run from your problems | fae!prussia x reader

'it will come back' masterlist and summary

chapter summary: oh no...

word count: 3.5k

chapter warnings: poisoning, mental distress, slight!suicidal thoughts (more for spite than anything)

@jtownraindancer, @redrosesociety1, @xxruinaxx

chapter 13. how to run from your problems

There’s a reason 13 is an unlucky number.

You whirl around the corner as your mirror image passes by. The illusion dissipates as you take its place, falling into step as if you had never been gone in the first place. He still leads you along the sides of the halls, and when the two of you turn into a smaller wing of the castle, nearing the kitchen, he stops abruptly as his name is called. 

“Georgi? Who is it you have there?” A voice calls, clouded by a heavy accent. 

He stiffens and turns. “No one, M’lord. Just a traveler asking for a night’s hospitality.”

The hair on the back of your neck stands up as your gaze settles upon the face in front of you. All of the things that Gilbert and others had told you were correct. Vladimir Popescu was a strange man. 

He was a fae of average height, with a thin, wisp-like frame. Vladimir was dressed in a black shirt and pants, with a red coat buttoned all the way up and a bowler hat on his strawberry blond head. His eyes are red, but not like cranberries or wine. His eyes are so red, they’re almost pink, with slits for pupils like a cat. They unnerve you. 

Vladimir tilts his head as he studies your disheveled disguise. 

“But of course,” he says, an impish smile on his lips. “My home is far removed from any city or town, I’m sure she’s had a trying journey.” 

“Oh course, sir. I’m just delivering her to the staff's rooms for some dinner. I didn’t mean to disturb-” Georgi says to his master, but Vladimir cuts him off.

“Nonsense! I’m just about to sit down to my own meal,” he all but purrs. “Why don’t you join me, my lady?” His awful red eyes focus intently on you. 

“Oh!” You clear your throat. “I could never, M’lord. I would hate to inconvenience you.” You turn your gaze to the stone floors in a play at bashfulness or respect. Anxiety pools in your stomach, heavy and persistent. He knows! He knows! 

“Please, my dear. I insist!” With a wave of his gloved hand, you are pulled along behind him, forced to follow as he glides down the large gothic hallway. You’re feet stumble and slide as you try to slow yourself down, without success. 

Double doors push open on their own, and Vladimir enters the grand dining room where he deposits you. You manage to catch yourself as you’re freed, but before you can think about turning around and escaping, the doors shut with an echoing sound behind you. 

Vladimir takes a couple more strides toward the expansive table before turning back to you.

“Why don’t you take a seat?”

The two of you watch each other, tension filling the space between. Both of you wait to see which one will break, who will admit that they are only waiting for the other to reveal what the other knows. Your eyes scan the rest of the room and you take a seat. The middle of the long table is filled with food. A roasted bird sits on a bed of what looks to be carrots and onions. Delicious-looking vegetables sit next to it and a bottle of red wine and two glasses are set out. 

Oh, fuck it. You could use a drink. 

You settle into the ornate wooden chair and look across at Vladimir. Your host doesn’t look at you, choosing to fork food from the centre platters onto his plate.

The wine is bitter-sweet on your tongue. It's smooth, and quite delicious as far as alcohol goes. If you weren’t in such a tense situation you might’ve enjoyed the drink. You glance at Vladimir and try to keep a calm demeanour. This is hard because he’s begun to smile. 

His sharp fangs peek through red-stained lips. The smirk is gleeful, and he’s watching you in a way that makes ice collect in your arteries like he’s expecting something to happen and he can’t wait until it does. 

Something’s not right. 

Vladimir swirls the wine around the sides of his goblet. The gesture is subtle, to anyone it could be inconsequential, but it lights a blazing trail in your mind. You look down at your wine glass. Its colour is a familiar, horrifying red. Your eyes shoot to the table. There, right in front of you is the wine bottle, made of dark green glass with a label tied to its neck like a collar. The wine label shows an illustration of red berries hanging on a bare, thorny bush.

Spirit Berries. The wine was made from Spirit Berries. 

With the realization that’s probably dawning on your face, your host starts laughing. 

“Lukas had told me you were so clever,” he laughs. “but I guess you aren’t clever enough huh?”

You go to speak but can’t. Instead, you crumple over in your chair. Debilitating pain flares through your stomach and something bubbles up into your mouth. It’s the tangy taste of iron, and when you look down onto the cold stone floor below you, you see drops of the dark-red leak from your mouth. You scream out. Your hands go cold and numb, and the pain worsens. 

“I wonder if this will put me in his good graces?” Vladimir wonders aloud. His wood chair slides across the stone. As you crumple onto the floor beside your chair, you watch as he strolls around the large dining table. “Do you think Gilbert would lessen his wrath if I give him back his precious human, wrapped pretty and unable to leave him as she planned? Or maybe I should keep you? I wonder what Gilbert would give me in return for you?”

Pain shoots through you again and you cry out. You lift your head to look at him and take a deep breath. The hilt of Gilbert’s dagger is cool under your fingers. You watch as Vladimir walks closer before your eyes catch a glimpse of something metallic from the centre of the table. One clammy hand grips the edge of your chair and pushes you up. You heave with the effort it takes to keep yourself standing, but the pain is worth it because you see what you’ve come to this god-forsaken castle from. 

Hidden under the lush spread of food, is an ornate great sword, a polished steel blade and a silver cross-guard in the shape of eagle wings. It’s Ausdaurnd. 

Your eyes flick back to Vladimir, who has finally reached you. He leans in close, his slitted eyes glowing magenta. You tighten your hold on the dagger hidden in your robes. His gloved hand catches you by the throat and you choke out a surprised gasp. He pulls you into him, his breath fanning over you and he whispers, “Let's find out, shall we?” before he grunts in sudden pain. He chokes on his breath and looks down to see your hand, plunging your knife into his stomach. 

“Fuck you,” you snarl through your pain. 

As you stumble past where Vladimir kneels, injured on the ground, you grab the sword, clutching the red and black hilt in your hand and making a break for the large doors. Vladimir laughs as you do. The sound is dark and terrible. His cackles shake the very foundations of the castle. 

“Well done!” He calls, as he pushed himself to stand, his hand removing itself from where he was clutching his stab wound, now healed as if it had never happened. “You’re going to make this more fun than I thought!” 

Darlin', don't you, stand there watching, won't you

Come and save me from it.

With the sword clutched in your hands, you stumble through the hallway. The hard soles of Vladimir’s boots tap on the floor, following behind you at a leisurely pace. Even with the pain shooting through you from the spirit berries, a thought crosses your mind that worries you. 

“Where are you?” He calls. You press your hand over your mouth and grip the sword in your other. You hear Vladimir’s footsteps walk past, and dart behind another column. 

“Whatever charm hides you from my magic won’t keep you safe for long. This is my castle, and I will find you eventually.” 

Vladimir doesn’t seem too worried about you having the sword. He’s as calm as he was during dinner, amused even. His laugh bounces off the stone walls. 

“I knew you would come for that sword eventually, no doubt to try and your mate’s powers,” he sings. “Silly thing! Gilbert doesn’t need that toy to restore his powers. He was restored the moment he found you. I mean, don’t be mistaken! It’s a powerful magical weapon, Gilbert was right to go to such lengths to get it back, but putting his soulmate in danger to get it? I mean-”

That word rings out into the air. Soulmate. Soulmate. Your heart stops. ”What the fuck are you talking about?” You gasp. Your voice bounces through the vast hallway before you can think to catch yourself. 

“Oh, that’s right! You think you just fell into Gilbert’s prison on accident.” 

Your mouth feels like there’s cotton in it, and you don’t know if that’s because you’ve been poisoned, or the result of what Vladimir is about to tell you. 

“It’s half true,” Vladimir continues, as you make another dash behind another column. Popescu Castle’s main staircase is just in front of you, along with your exit. “You did fall through the veil, well …” he pauses to tap his fingers on his mouth in fake pensiveness. “Maybe ‘pulled’ is a better choice of word.” 

You think you’re going to be sick. Your head swirls. “You’re-!”

In a puff of black smoke, Vladimir appears behind you. “Remember, pet! My kind can’t speak anything but the truth!” 

You gasp and scramble back as he reaches for you. Without thinking, you swing Ausdaurnd in a wide arc toward him. The sword hums in your hands, but before it can hit its mark, Vladimir vanishes again, and you take your chance to escape. 

You rush down the marble steps of the grand staircase. You try to put together all that Vladimir has told you, your breath quickening as you begin to understand. 

“I mean, come on now! Humans rarely ever stumble into the Veil. Do you know what’s more likely? A Fae stumbling upon their soulmate and deciding to keep them.”

With the taste of spirit berry wine in your mouth and a sinking feeling in your gut, you make it to the large front door, push it open and run out of the castle. Outside, the air is cold, and it bites at your tear-stained cheeks.

Darlin', 

don't you, 

join in, you're supposed to

Drag me away from it

The original plan was to meet Gilbert back where you left him, but with what’s been revealed, you can’t do that. Without knowing how far behind you your pursuers is, and with no real plan of what to do next, you just run. As you do, the three facts that have just been revealed to you repeat in your mind like flashing lights. 

The first fact is that you and Gilbert are soulmates. The second is that Gilbert kidnapped you and trapped you in the Unseen World because of this.

What Vladimir had said played on a loop in your mind, mocking you. “Silly thing! Gilbert doesn’t need that toy to restore his powers. He was restored the moment he found you.” The third fact, which you’ve now managed to piece together, is that Gilbert had always been able to send you back home, but didn’t. 

The truth had been so close. You had asked so many questions, but never the right ones. You asked Gilbert how you were pulled into the Unseen World, but never who did it. 

When you asked about the soulmate spell, you had never put the pieces together. Gilbert was locked away for 75 years and had done his spell a couple of years before that. Of course, it came up blank, you wouldn't have been born yet, and you never thought to ask if that was the last time he’s performed the spell. 

Even in his prison when you first met him, when he kissed you to escape, he’d made a joke about true love’s kiss. In a way it was. It was the magic that the fae was granted from their soulmates. 

You think of what he promised you after the two of you crawled from the frosty lake and found refuge in his abandoned castle. That he wouldn’t hurt you, that he wouldn’t let anyone try. 

He had rushed into the room to save you from Lukas, he had protected you, he held your face in his hands and kissed you like he was starved. He begged you to stay with him, despite being the reason you were trapped in the first place. 

Despite knowing that you wanted to go home, to return to your family and life, Gilbert had endeared himself to you anyway, and that betrayal is what hurts more that the Spirit Berry wine. 

Sobs escape your throat as you continue running. The pain that fills you, from the spirit berries that burn your insides or from the crushing feeling in your chest, is debilitating. You can’t stop the feeling, and you can’t stop the tears that spill down your face in rivets. 

Without the option of returning to the woods, you are left to run down the rocky terrain that surrounds the castle. You need a heading right now. You can’t run without purpose or direction forever and now need to get to safety. 

Behind you, you hear something snap, and see the familiar black smoke of Vladimir’s magic begin you. There is a river, just ahead, that will start to flow down the slopes of the mountains and into the Wandering Woods. You remember the map that hung in Ludwig’s cabin when you first met. (God, had Ludwig known that you were Gilbert’s soulmate all along?). Most of the towns in the Woods were built along the rivers. If you follow the rapids, you’d no doubt find a town to hide in. 

You hurry forward, sliding and stumbling down the rocky slope towards the sound of rushing water. Behind you, another familiar voice calls. 

Taste my disaster

It's heavy on my tongue

It’s Gilbert. He yells from behind you, about forty feet back, and when he does, your stomach lurches. “Maus! Stop! What’s-”

A cruel laugh starts in front of you and Vladimir appears out of nowhere. “Oh yes, Maus!” he mocks you. “Where do you think you're going?”

He grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you into him grinning. His grip is hard and painful, and you squirm and cry out sharply as Gilbert yells, “No!”

His sword, which you had been holding onto tightly since you fled the castle, scatters onto the ground as Vladimir leans in. You can feel his breath against your cheek. 

“Why don’t we tell Gilbert what we just learned?” He sings, before throwing you to the ground away. You scrape against the hard ground and he laughs, Gilbert finally stopping in front. 

Now, the three of you stand in front of each other, at the edge of a cliff that drops rapidly toward the cold, white river below. You can hear the roar of the torrent as it races further down the mountain. 

Your chest heaves and you force yourself to stand, and your eyes find Gilbert almost immediately. Your face heats up and it stings behind your eyes. Gilbert glares at Vlad.

“What did you tell her, huh? Get away from her!” Vladimir only vanishes in a puff of smoke. His chuckle rings through the air, detached from his form. 

“Now, don’t get angry,” he mocks. Gilbert spins around to find where he went. “She was bound to find out eventually, Gil.”

“Maus, listen to me-”

“Is it true?” you bite out. “Were you the one that brought me here?”

He looks at you for a moment. His red eyes aren’t as bright now, more of a wine shade. “Yes, I was.”

“After we escaped the Library, could you have sent me back?” Gilbert goes to open his mouth, but you interrupt. “Did you or did you not have the ability to send me back to the mortal world?” 

“I did,” he admits. 

“Were you ever planning on letting me go?” Your voice is scratchy and high-pitched from distress. You rip the dagger -the one he gifted you- from its sheath at your hip. 

He reaches out to you. Gilbert’s chest aches when he sees you, floundering in front of him. He comes closer to try and soothe you. Something sick and desperate settles in your stomach. “Liebe, please. Give me the-” 

“Don’t step any closer!’ You press the knife to your own throat. You can't kill him, but he needs you. You're his soulmate. 

Gilbert freezes on the spot. “Don’t be stupid, schatz,” he says softly. “Put it down. This isn’t you. I know you.” 

No, you don’t! You want to shriek. But he’s right. He knew you. Before you fell into this wretched world. He found you. He learned about you. He stole you away. And he lied to you, at least you were right about that part. Your hunch was right.

Pity, it didn’t make you feel any better. 

“Please, just give me the knife. You don’t want to die, do you?”

From the moment you met him, he had tricked you. He pulled you down to him, determined to use you for the power being his soulmate would give him. You were a power-up that he needed to keep, your wishes, your safety be damned. 

“You need me, don’t you, Gilbert?” you ask, your voice hoarse and cold. 

Gilbert nods, panicked and desperate as he watches you step further toward the edge. “I do, Maus, I do! More than you could possibly know,” he yells. He has to speak the truth. “I need you! Please don’t do this, please!”

Out of spite, you want to plunge the dagger into your neck. You’ll die, and he will lose the soulmate he tried to trap here. It would be revenge. You’d be able to hurt him the way you hurt right now. But you don’t think you have it in you. 

You look at Gilbert, really look. He’s standing 10 feet from you, crouched and reaching out. Your heart throbs. Did he ever feel guilt knowing he was the one standing in the way for your life and loved ones? Did he think of ways he could coax you to remain by his side? If Vladimir hadn’t already done so, would he have forced those spirit berries down your throat himself? 

Vladimir is still there, watching the scene as a spider watches a fly in their web. He’s even smiling. It’s twisted and gleeful and it makes you sick to your stomach. This is bullshit. You’re not going to be anyone’s plaything. You’re not going to stay here. 

Below you is the sound of the rapids. You know what you need to do. 

(You always hate to say that you’re afraid of heights because it’s not the height that you're afraid of, but the possibility of falling. This isn’t your only fear, you’re afraid of lots of things, but it’s the most pertinent to what you are planning. You feel the earth crumble just behind your heels, fear grips your stomach, and you remember the advice your dad gave you when you were eight years old. 

You were at the playground with him, at the top of the fireman pole, too scared to slide down when your dad told you, “sweetie, here’s what you need to do,”

You looked down to where he was waiting on the mulched ground. 

“Just count to three.”

“What?” 

“If you’re ever scared, and feel like you can’t do something, you count down to three and do it. Then you’ll be able to prepare but not overthink it.”)

Your eyes open and you look down at the sword still gripped in your other hand. The edge of the cliff is just behind your boot. 

“1…” 

You look back at Gilbert, who’s taken another step toward you. You slowly bring the knife down from your throat. Gilbert relaxes, he thinks he’s talked you down, but Vladimir is angry. 

“2...” 

You drop Gilbert's sword on the ground before you. Your knife slides back into its sheath.

“3.” 

And like that day at the park with your father, all those years ago, you close your eyes tight and fall. The wind rushes by your ears, but you can still hear Gilbert yell out to you.

What is stronger than the human heart

which shatters over and over

And still lives

author’s note

Hello!

I am so sorry for how long it took to get this chapter up! Hopefully, the next chapter can come out quicker but I can't promise anything! This final scene is one of the first moments in the story that I thought of, so it's satisfying to finally get to its part in the fic! I hope you all enjoy it, and please leave me some comments/reblogs if you like it! They are so lovely! Wishing you all a happy holiday, and to stay safe! My area is being pounded by some pretty nasty weather!

Quotes (in order)

1. Sedated by Hozier

2. Sedated by Hozier

3. Mind Over Matter by The Young Giants

4. a quote by Rupi Kaur

#aph prussia x reader #prussia x reader #iwcb!fanfic #unseen!verse #fae!prussia x reader #fae hetalia au #hetalia x reader #hetalia fantasy au

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Friendly Reminder: You don't have to ship Alucard x Maria. But in the games they are implied to be canon. The show is inspired by the games and doesn't have to follow it to a T. But Maria is currently a year younger in the show when she met Alucard in the games. If the show decides to have them be a ship when she herself is an adult that's the shows choice. The show is an adaptation. It doesn't mean it's canon.

Thousands of shows have older vampires end up romancing much younger partners.

Bella Swan was 17 when she began a romantic relationship with Edward while he was 104.

Elena Gilbert was 17 when she met Stefan Salvatore and entered a relationship who was 162.

In the radio drama Maria it's implied that it's been a year since the events and Maria is then legally 18. Therefore she is an adult in our standards, but you have to keep in mind time and eras. Back in the 1700s, people did not live as long as we do now. So they entered relationships sooner.

Anyway. If the show does the romance then cool, so long as she is at least 18+ then I do not have issues with it. Until then I will stick with the games and enjoy the ship. I'm just a little disheartened by all the ship bashing I'm seeing within the fandom and character bashing for how certain characters were written.

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Pruk Week 2022: Day 5

@prukweek

Prompts:  Family | Kisses

Rating: T

Pairings: Pruk and ScotGer (Germany x Scotland)

Word Count: 581

Runs in the Family

The annual reunion of the British Isles Siblings was a gathering not many wanted to be at. But as Arthur’s boyfriend, Gilbert had to accompany him to ensure he didn’t get into too much trouble.

“We’ll be in and out,” Arthur explained as he fiddled with his cufflinks, “I’m just going to greet my siblings, tell them we’re dating, grab a drink, then sneak off to the garden for the rest of the night.”

Gilbert wrapped his arms around Arthur’s waist and rested his head on his shoulder. His lover looked so lovely in his burgundy suit jacket and black dress pants. “Sounds like a plan.”

Arthur straightened his clothes a bit more, though Gilbert could tell it was out of nerves rather than making himself presentable. Eventually, he got annoyed with his boyfriend’s fretting, and so, he spun the Brit around and pressed a reassuring kiss on his lips. “You look very handsome mein Hase,” Gilbert beamed.

Arthur’s cheeks heated up. “Ah…W-Well I…um. Y-You, look good too…I guess.”

Gilbert snickered and stole one more kiss.

—

Arthur was squeezing Gilbert’s arm to the point he felt as though it was going to fall off. “Relax babe,” He whispered as they entered the hall.

“I’m fine,” Arthur shot back.

“That grip says otherwise. Your knuckles are white.”

“Shut up!”

Gilbert snickered, which earned him a shove.

“Shove him back,” A voice cackled from behind them, “The little bawbag can take it.”

Arthur spun around to throw his brother a hard glare. “Belt up Alastair,” he growled.

The Scotsman only laughed in response before trapping Arthur in a headlock. “See, just like this,” Alastair explained, throwing Gilbert a grin.  

“Alastair!” Arthur hissed as he wiggled in his brother’s grip, “Let me go, you bastard!”

“Alastair,” Another voice interjected, “Come on now. You promised to keep things civil–”

Alastair, Arthur, and Gilbert all turned to find Ludwig standing behind them, a look of horror on his face.

“West, what the hell are you doing here?” Gilbert gaped.

“I-I could ask the same of you.” Ludwig tried to sound stern, but it was clear his nerves were high from being caught.

“Well…This is awkward…” Alastair said with a choked laugh. He made his way over to Ludwig, who had gone a deep shade of red. Alastair gave him a bashful smile before wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling the German close. “The cat’s out of the bag I guess.”

“You…You’re…Lud…Why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend? My boyfriend’s brother of all people?” Gilbert stammered.

“Because you’d react like this.”

“Like what?” It was Gilbert’s turn to grip Arthur tightly.

“Protective, overbearing, try to intimidate Alastair.”

“What?” Gilbert scoffed, “I would never.”

Ludwig, Alastair, and even Arthur gave him an unimpressed look. “And what about you?” Ludwig started up again, “Didn’t care to tell me you were dating my boyfriend’s brother either?”

The tips of Gilbert’s ears turned red. “I-I thought we were obvious.”

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Well, now we all know,” he interjected. He grabbed Gilbert’s hand and began pulling him away as the former nation tried desperately to retort. “Goodbye Allie, Ludwig. And don’t you try to pull anything funny with him, Alastair. Ludwig is a good lad.”

“I’m not you,” Alastair teased, “I don’t go around defiling good Christian boys.”

Gilbert’s face reddened while Arthur tensed. Let’s just say a new record was set in how quickly a fight broke out at the British Isles family reunion.

#hetalia #prukweek2022 #hws #pruk #prueng #engpru #scotger #gerscot #hws prussia #hws england #hws scotland #hws germany #family shenanigans #british isles siblings #uk bros #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #humour #this changed a lot from my original plan