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I never wish to be parted from you from this day on

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We all deserve bodily autonomy and to be treated with respect and dignity.

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I solemnly swear to be faithful to my bosom friend, Diana Barry, for as long as the sun and moon shall endure.

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Between Dust and Books (2)

Summary:

Prince Edward Island 2020

A good graduation, a successful college entrance exam and marrying a rich man are only three things that Anne’s mother wants for her daughter. But Anne has other things in mind. She lives in a world of books and tries to avoid reality with astuteness and courage. But the move to Avonlea changes everything. Anne starts to work in Mr. Blythe’s library after school and explores a dark secret about the hotel where Anne and her mum are staying at. Not only her mind is turned upside down, her heart is too. Blame it on Mr. Blythe.

Word count: 793

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The second or the one in which we arrived at our new home

Mum also has no objection against our passenger, and we continue our journey. Me, sitting next to the ironing board and our old microwave and next to other moving boxes in the back seat. The young man sits next to mum in the passenger seat. She has returned to her normal mode and her index finger also seems to be doing better. While the pale house facades continue to pass us, the two start a conversation about the weather. I couldn't have imagined a more clichéd topic for a first conversation, but I'm relieved that Mum is distracted for a moment.

„There is no improvement in sight in the next few days.” Mr. Blythe summarizes when the rusty sign with the words Avonlea Resort appears in front of us. The letters have faded so much that you probably couldn't decipher the full name as a stranger. The metal piece is attached to a large cast iron gate that protects the hotel from uninvited guests. The ravages of time are gnawing at the building itself. Ivy tendrils proliferate everywhere, seek their way up and partially cover entire windows. The roof looks tattered and a few pans are missing in some places.

„Looks very inviting, I know.” Mom's lips play around with a timid smile and I'm glad that we picked up the stranger on the street. He seems nice and so we're not the only guests in the scary hotel.

„Oh, I'm used to those things.” Mr. Blythe receives as an answer and the passenger door opens. „I will inform the reception that we have arrived, wet but undamaged.”

Less than two minutes later the entrance gate makes a loud groan and we drive to an empty parking lot on the right side of the hotel. It looks like Mum, the man and me are the only guests. Grandma comes out of the house armed with a large umbrella. One after the other she brings us safely into the dry foyer.

„I'll take care of your things later.” She clamps the umbrella and let it disappear in a copper-coloured vessel. We are standing in the wide entrance hall and my gaze is impressed by the at least ten-meter-high ceiling. I didn't remember the hotel that big, or I simply suppressed this fact, just like everything else related to our visits here. The walls are clad with noble wood panelling, on which different battle scenes are reproduced. Two wide stairs lead up to the left and right.

„Thank you, Marilla. For everything.” Mum says while patting Grandma on the arm. She and Dad's mother have always had a rather difficult relationship that has not really improved over the years. Nevertheless, Marilla Cuthbert is the only refuge for us now. For the past four weeks we stayed with one of Mum's work colleagues. The day before yesterday, Mum pulled the rip cord. There simply wasn't enough space in a three-room apartment. The situation was also more than uncomfortable for her. Since our old home was not an option for both of us, she ultimately applied for asylum by her mother-in-law. Grandma immediately agreed. Another point is that we don't have to pay a cent for our stay and each of us is getting our own hotel room. The fact that the owner accepts all of this is a little vague to me. Because the hotel cannot throw a lot of money if you look at the empty parking lot and the external appearance. But I don't care right now.

„And you are?” Grandma turns to the young man next to us, who, like me, is immersed of the giant hall. The outer shell of the building really does not suggest this kind of inside. He runs his hand through the now dried hair, which is gathered in small circles around his head.

„Gilbert Blythe. Nice to meet you Mrs. Cuthbert.” For a few seconds a dark shadow flits across my grandmother's face, until a polite smile returns on her lips.

„The pleasure is entirely mine, Mr. Blythe. Feel at home.” She replies, walks away towards the reception and leaves us in silent. For a few minutes nobody says anything. I stare at the polished wooden floor and notice how tired the long journey has made me. Mum finally breaks the silence.

„If it is too lonely for you in this empty hotel, there will be a free place for you at our table.” She offers, stroking her curly hair.

„Thanks for your offer. I will take it if the opportunity arises. But I'll probably take my meals outside.” Mr. Blythe throws his backpack over his shoulder, nods briefly, and follows Grandma to the reception. We take the stairs to our left and head for our rooms.

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After all these years, who knew we’d make such a good T-E-A-M?

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Between Dust and Books (1)

A/N:

Hello everyone. Since I am totally addicted to the Netflix series Anne With An E I am thinking about writing a fanfiction about it. And here it is. The whole story is fictitious, I only used the names of the characters and some of their character traits. So, the storyline is quite different from the one in the series e.g. it is taking place in the present time. I am not British or American (I am from Germany). So please forgive me if there are some spelling or grammatical mistakes in it. I tried my best. I hope that you’ll enjoy my story and I appreciate you reading it! Thank you ♥

Summary:

Prince Edward Island 2020

A good graduation, a successful college entrance exam and marrying a rich man are only three things that Anne’s mother wants for her daughter. But Anne has other things in mind. She lives in a world of books and tries to avoid reality with astuteness and courage. But the move to Avonlea changes everything. Anne starts to work at Mr. Blythe’s library after school and explores a dark secret about the hotel where Anne and her mum are staying at. Not only her mind is turned upside down, her heart is too. Blame it on Mr. Blythe.

Word count: 1,042

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The first or the one in which I met Gilbert Blythe for the first time

Avonlea is hardly the town to which you end up to voluntarily. Mum and me neither. Strange figures frolic on the streets as we slowly crawl past them in our Ford. Most of the houses are painted uniformly white and exude such cold that you get the feeling of not being welcome at all. The blue welcome sign that we passed about a kilometre ago didn't change that. The incessant rain drums on our car roof in an uneven rhythm and flushes out any spark of friendliness from this town. I would like to tap Mum and persuade her to get out of here immediately. I'm not comfortable with it. But I know we have no choice. Since Dad's death a few weeks ago, we've been left with nothing. We can't go back to our old home, because every single object, every strip of wallpaper and every scratch on the floor remind us of him. Mum submitted her notice to the hospital last week. And now we don't have any more money to pay the cost of our old home.

„Idiot! Watch where you're going.” Mum curses and pulls me out of my sad thoughts. I follow her angry look and recognize an elderly gentleman who is dragging himself across the street clawed at a cane. I ask if one of us should get out for help, but she waves it off. She hates this strange town with its eerie inhabitants as much as I do.

The man just arrives across the street when Mum hits the accelerator and we dash off at full speed. But we cannot keep up the pace for long. A loud rumble brings us to stop and reminds us that we didn't drove so slowly for nothing. A look in the side mirror reveals a few boxes, which content is distributed throughout the street.

„Damn it!” Mum hits the steering wheel as if it is a punching bag and grimaces as one of her fingers clicks uncomfortably.

“Mum!” I exclaim startled. Is she hurt? Or does she broke her finger?

„It's all good.” She mumbles as her left index finger disappears between her lips.

„Really?“

„Yes.“

I let her sit, I don't know what else to say, except that not everything is good. Mum has changed since Dad's death. Sometimes she is stunned, sometimes angry and then normal again. By normal I mean the normal that she showed before. Always a little stressed and tense. Working as a nurse required a lot from her. After work it was Dad who opened her narrowed face again with a loving kiss.

With a last worrying look at Mum I get out of the car. The rain is cold and drenches my hair before I can make it disappear under my big hood. I have to blink a few times and run behind the car. A piece of the large tarpaulin has detached itself from the trailer and released two soaked moving boxes into freedom. Soaked clothes are lying around everywhere. There were books in one of the boxes, the dried pages absorb the moisture gratefully. I realize that these are my schoolbooks. As I watch them suck themselves up and realize that I have to say goodbye to them, a young man comes running up to me.

„Can I help you?” He manages out of breath and puts both arms in his sides. I wonder where he came from so quickly but I find out that I don't really care. I would never have expected help in this town. I nod and start to collect my sweaters and put them back in the box. He does the same with the books. Together we put everything back on the trailer and the man ties the tarpaulin with a nifty knot.

„That should hold up to your goal.”

„Thank you.” I give him a quick smile and I just want to head back to the passenger door when he grabs me by the arm and holds me back.

“Don't you have a free place by chance?” He looks briefly at the sky and then looks at me imploringly.

“I ask my mom.” I say while running to her side instead of the passenger door and knock on the window. She lowers the window and looks at me questioningly.

"Does he want money or what?"

"No, a ride."

“Did he said where he wants to go?” He didn't, just like his name. Or would it have been my job to ask him about it? I run back, step into a large puddle that completely soaks my right sneaker.

„Um. I completely forgot to ask where you want to go?” I stutter and at the same time I feel totally stupid in front of this strange man. He is strikingly tall, his posture is straight, his figure is slightly lean. His dark hair is completely soaked and falls messily on his forehead. He has no beard and he cannot be older than twenty years. I estimate him a year or two older than me.

„Phew, I don't really know myself yet. I am looking for a hotel.“

 „A hhhotel?” I stammer on.

„Exactly. The place where tourists usually stay overnight.” He sounds slightly amused and starts to grin. I notice how I blush and feel even more stupid because of the unnecessary question. In fact, I know the only hotel in Avonlea. Actually, very well. Mum and I are on our way there. Grandma has been working her whole life there. We visited her a few times when I was a child. I never really liked the old masonry just like the city that surrounds it.

“My mom and me are on our way to the Avonlea Resort. We would appreciate to take the rest of the way with you.” I say formally, because I don't know whether I should do it or not.

„Thanks a lot. Miss…?” He still sounds slightly amused and starts to grin.

„Anne Shirley. Anne with an E at the end.“

„Gilbert Blythe.” The young man introduces himself and moves his hand as if he is pulling an imaginary hat. „Nice to meet you. Anne with an E at the end.” While he is speaking small dimples emerge on his cheeks.

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Lily James photographed for Downton Abbey (2014)

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Anne With An E  ✾

Between Dust and Books (1)

Between Dust and Books (2)

Pretty Little Liars Ⓐ

It Happened That Night OneShot

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„Anne, I don't think 'Shirley' and 'Cuthbert' matches you that well. I think 'Blythe' fits perfectly well.“

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You must say it properly. I won’t answer unless you kneel down and everything. Lady Mary Crawley, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?

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Besides I don't care where she's from? A cute girl is a cute girl.

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I am not engaged, nor will I be, unless it's to you Anne. My Anne with an E. It always has been and always will be you.

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Anne Shirley-Cuthbert is a passionate individual, alright.

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And when the right person comes along, someday whenever that is, I’ll know.

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You can only know something when you know it. Not a minute before.

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It Happened That Night-One shot

A/N: Hey guys. This is my first publication here on tumblr. It is a fanfiction, a mix of Pretty Little Liars and Ravenswood. Hope you like it. 

Word count: 555

Prologue

On this September night, the wind ceaselessly lashes the wet rain against the window panes of the abandoned house. And it sounds like he's angry and desperate that he couldn't stop what they did. What he did. Otherwise there is a frightening silence. He runs a hand over his face, he doesn't care if there is still blood on it. Blood of the man lying on the floor stretched out on all fours. His companion looks at him with anticipation. He nods to her.

"Taste for his pulse." She does as she is told, puts her thin fingers on the pale neck of the man and shakes her head a moment later. They give themselves a happy smile. Everything is going as planned. A plaintive howl sweeps across the house to tell the world that Martin Grundwald has just turned his back on the earth and the living. The dead man lies in the door frame between the living room and the kitchen. The picture is too clear. He had wanted to flee when he saw them both, his face frozen and his eyes wide. Martin Grundwald never expected that they would found him. The surprise was all the greater.

A file sticks out from under the man's right elbow. He leans down while the metallic smell of blood unexpectedly rises into his nose. It lets him inhale deeply again before he reaches for the folder and straightens up again. The paper is heavy, the corners slightly colored red. He runs his finger over the lid. Atticus Finch sanatorium is written in gold letters at the top, including a three-digit number. 178. Her patient number.

He opens the first page and her picture takes his breath away. Red curls swirl around her head, making the pale face appear even brighter. Yes, they even make it shine. The perfectly fitting nose is fixed on him and her big mouth twisted into a broad grin. How long had he had to do without this sight? It felt like years. He smiles at her. His eyes sink into hers, the beautiful sea green that sweeps you away and takes you to strange worlds.

His companion clears his throat, pulls him out of his dreamy rigidity. With one last look at Abigail's beautiful face, he closes the file and stows it under his sweater.

"It's time. We did everything.” She hands him the black gloves as she slips on the hood of her red cloak. They leave the house and step into the black night while the sky above continues to shed its tears. They had left their car on the next street corner and so it is quite a bit that they have to walk. Completely soaked, they arrive at the dark car, get in and let the doors close. He pulls out his cell phone and starts typing. Slowly he has practice in not getting the wrong keys with the gloves on. While the car is starting up, he writes a message to his brother:

"Jason. Our sister is with me. If you want to see her alive, come to Ravenswood. Alone. -ChArlie. "

He leans back, closes his eyes for a moment and enjoys the feeling of triumph that comes over him. The game has started and this time he has the strings in his hand.