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Gilbert, out of breath: honey, where is our anti-flame gun??
Anne, sighing: how many times do I have to teach you what to say fire extinguisher.
Gilbert: Yes, Yes, but we have a fire in the kitchen, and I urgently need an anti-flame gun ...
Anne: fire extingui-wait, did you say FIRE?
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Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Anne with an E (TV), Anne of Green Gables - L. M. Montgomery Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gilbert Blythe/Anne Shirley, Ruby Gillis/Moody Spurgeon MacPherson, Mary Lacroix/Sebastian ''Bash'' Lacroix Characters: Gilbert Blythe, Anne Shirley, Diana Barry, Sebastian "Bash" Lacroix (Anne with an E), Mary Lacroix, Delphine Lacroix, Cole MacKenzie, Royal "Roy" Gardner, Moody Spurgeon MacPherson, Ruby Gillis, Charles "Charlie" Sloane, Josie Pye, Jane Andrews, Tillie Boulter Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Gilbert Blythe in Love, He is so in love with Anne Shirley-Cuthbert, Anne needs a hug, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, what even are these tags, Discusses mature themes, Mention of Rape/Non-con, But not explicit, Smut, Fluff and Smut Summary:
It is known that Gilbert Blythe is head over ass in love with Anne Shirley-Cuthbert. What isn't known is what he would have said or done had he found Anne sneakily writing her article during 3x06, and where their friendship would have gone from there.
AKA a post-3x06 fic set in modern times, but in college and with Winifred long gone.
Chapter 9 is up! Anne and Gilbert go on a date and have a VERY nice night 😏
modern awae // a summer in polaroids
the space between the letters: the Avonlea girls take on Queen’s
[if you’ve been following me, you know I’ve posted shirbert letters; this is a awae short/fic of what happens between their letters. since I can’t wait for season four and wanted to know how the girls fare at Queen’s, I decided to write my own personal snippet-of-their lives shortly after the events of the season three finale. I hope you enjoy it as I’ve enjoyed writing it!]
click here to access an index to my awae shorts/letters
The Space Between the Letters: The Avonlea Girls Take on Queen’s aka Cuffing Season
The Avonlea girls were having tea in the parlor on a crisp autumn afternoon. The sound of hushed conversation following a rush of laughter chimed through the Blackmore house, and fortunately the volume was not improper as to warrant the mistress of the house herself to leave the confines of her study to reprimand them.
Jane Andrews was the center of attention, for just an hour before tea, two of Queen’s fine students had unfortunately come knocking at the same time. It was rather mortifying for Jane to have to entertain two suitors in the parlor with Mrs Blackmore in the study situated right next to it and the girls spying at the top of the staircase, hands clutching at the rails. She knew she was being watched on account that she had done the very same with her friends when Moody Spurgeon visited Ruby Gillis just the day before to play her a song he composed and planned to present at the Winter Ball in a few months. Now being on the other side of the staircase and in the parlor herself, Jane felt rather sorry for invading the couple’s privacy.
The moment the boys stepped out of the elegant house and Jane clicked the door closed, the girls descended the staircase like a stampede of farm animals. They were promptly scolded by Mrs Blackmore then, and they all shuffled as quietly as they could manage to the parlor.
The girls sat at the table in silence as Jane poured tea for each of her friends. Once everyone had stirred in their preferred amount of sugar and milk, and gently placed their spoons delicately on their saucers as Mrs Blackmore instructed a lady should, their eyes turned to Jane Andrews expectantly.
“Oh, I’m so embarrassed!” she exclaimed, pulling her hands up to cover her reddened cheeks. Immediately, the questions flooded out of their lips and soaked the room.
“What did they say to each other?” said Tilly Boulter.
“What did they say to you?” inquired Diana Barry.
“Did they ask to court you, at the same time?” demanded Ruby Gillis.
Josie Pye laughed. “Their faces were almost as red as Anne’s hair!”
The room erupted into fits of laughter, and even Anne Shirley-Cuthbert found amusement in her former enemy’s words.
Diana, however, had not yet warmed up to Josie and her humor, and faithfully defended the honor of her bosom friend. “We can all see Anne’s hair has darkened into a handsome auburn, Josie. And besides, many of the boys at Queen’s have taken notice of Anne because of her hair.”
“Oh, never mind about me,” Anne laughed, colouring, but she would later thank her dear Diana for defending her. “Jane, tell us everything!”
Jane recovered her usual straight face, with a ghost of a smile on her lips and a telling blush spread on her complexion. “There’s nothing very interesting to tell, really.”
After much prodding, Jane revealed the suitors to be Richard Cordell and Leroy Murphy. Both were in Jane’s mathematics class and admired her for her wit and intellect. She was one of the few students who could finish the math problem sets in record time, and one of the even fewer girls in class who would speak up to answer the professor’s questions.
Ruby was not satisfied. “But what did they say to you? How did they compliment you?”
Jane, remembering she had spied on Ruby and Moody, felt compelled to make up for it despite the fact that Ruby had just done the same. “Richard said he has yet to see anyone who has eyes as gold or as handsome as mine,” she reluctantly revealed. The girls stayed impressively calm, waiting for her to continue. “And Leroy said that I give off the same air as a sunflower and his day brightens when he sees me.”
The girls burst into squeals of delight and Jane’s indifferent expression cracked, revealing a pleased and bashful grin, but not before harshly whispering: “Quiet, or Mistress Mang will come and finish us off for sure and certain!”
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Now in the back garden of the Blackmore property, the girls had laid out blankets on the grass. Anne and Diana were lying side by side gazing at the cloud formations in the gorgeous blue sky that was slowly turning a purplish-pink, hinting of a beautiful sunset to come. The breeze was getting cooler as the days passed, so Anne was determined to cherish these evenings where they could lounge outside without fear of catching colds and potentially their deaths. She reveled at the sound of rustling leaves and chirping birds, missing the ones she friended at Avonlea.
“Dearest Diana, thank you for defending my honor and my hair earlier,” Anne smiled, turning to her bosom friend and squeezing her hand.
“I meant what I said,” said Diana, squeezing back. “It’s a very handsome auburn now but even before it was a pleasant shade of red. That Josie Pye–“
“–is our friend now,” Anne interjected. “And since we are her friends, we need to make allowances for her. Sometimes.”
“Not even Aunt Josephine would be able to afford all the allowances we will have to make for her,” Diana sighed. “But I suppose you’re right.”
A comfortable silence enveloped them until Anne remembered Gilbert, and because Diana was kindred to Anne’s spirit, she knew when the silence whispered of worry.
“I’m sure he’s sent a letter to you, Anne. It’s probably just been delayed in reaching you.”
“What if he changed his mind?” Anne groaned, unable to bear the thought of losing Gilbert again. Certainly there were girls more beautiful and brilliant than she at U of T, she thought. “Diana, be honest. Do you think he’s changed his mind? About me?”
Diana turned to look at her friend with a knowing, mischievous smile. “After the way he kissed you that day when all was revealed? Not a chance.”
Anne’s natural rosy complexion darkened. “I– we– you– Ah!” Anne bolted upright, discovering that it was possible to feel immense joy and painful embarrassment at the same time.
Diana laughed, sitting up as well. “I’m serious! And from your description of the kisses the two of you shared before I arrived, I would be astonished if he would dare change his mind. And don’t think I hadn’t noticed the way he looked at you before he jumped off the carriage to kiss you. Twice, if you happen to recall.”
The problem was Anne did recall. When all was quiet in her mind, she’d find her thoughts drifting to a brilliant, wonderful boy whose lips have stained her memory forever. She missed him. And, okay, she missed kissing him, too. But what she missed the most was the way he looked at her, made her feel when he looked at her. The way he smiled at her. His smile. His brilliance. Him. Gilbert. She missed him. Anne Shirley-Cuthbert sorely missed Gilbert Blythe.
“I can’t believe it finally happened,” sighed Diana. “You and Gilbert Blythe were destined from the start to be together. He better have a good reason for his delayed response, or I’d have a good mind to scold him. Again.”
“I’ve no doubt you would,” Anne mused, so grateful for Diana’s part in bringing them together.
Jane Andrews and Josie Pye bounded out the backdoor each holding a basket of fruit and joined them on their blanket spread.
“Girls, I need your advice,” Jane moaned. “How do you choose between two boys?” She sat beside Josie, both girls crossing their legs. “Ruby said to go for the most handsome and Josie said to go for the most kind.”
Anne glanced at Josie, who was laughing at Jane’s distress. She couldn’t help but feel pride bloom in her chest for Josie Pye, who had come out of the worst of the scandal with Billy. Josie had a quieter demeanor, now, and had grown to be more thoughtful. Choosing a beau for their kindness over their looks was something Josie would never have considered a few months earlier. But Anne was as hurt as she was proud for her, for the sad happenstance that Josie Pye learned this beautiful lesson of love over a tragedy that she’d carry for the rest of her life. Much like she carried the despairing events of her orphan life, although they seldom came to her mind these days. Anne was hopeful that one day Josie would not be overcome by the painful memory of Billy and the shame he brought on her.
Ruby, however, had a ways to go in the way she viewed love and suitors. But Moody and her were courting now, and they were good for each other. Anne prayed with all her heart that it would turn out well.
“If you could find it in yourself to think the most kind boy is the most handsome, then I think that would be ideal,” Josie said.
“I agree,” Diana smiled at Josie sincerely. “When someone is good in heart, they become more beautiful than the one who is devilishly handsome with no virtue to their merit.”
“Well, as of right now, who do you like more?” inquired Anne.
“I don’t know,” Jane shrugged. “I’ve only talked to them briefly a few times before they came calling. I never would’ve thought they’d ask to court me!”
“So that’s your next move,” Anne nodded, brows furrowed in thought. “Get to know them both before deciding. And if one of them quits their pursuit of your worthy heart before you make your decision, then you know he’s not worthy of your love.”
Tilly Boulter, Ruby Gillis, and Lily arrived with a platter of chicken salad sandwiches cut up into delicate triangles, joining the rest of the group sitting in a circle. A gust of wind threatened to blow away their hats that were pinned to their hair.
Lily, deaf and mute and gentle and kind, actions speaking louder than words could scream, was happily adopted into the friend group. Mrs Blackmore considered Lily their chaperone when necessary, not trusting half the girls to be proper in public, while the Avonlea girls considered Lily their older sister. The moment she caught them staying up late the second night at Queen’s to practice sign language in the living area was the moment Lily knew she loved them. Her eyes now followed them with curiosity and wonder.
“Can you believe the number of boys that have been visiting lately?” giggled Ruby, nibbling on her triangle of sandwich. “We have all been called to the parlor by Mang because of a suitor. So many of them have come and it’s not even the third week of class!”
“Yes, and I wish they would stop visiting so frequently,” Anne laughed, half meaning it. She hadn’t minded when boys came calling for her friends, but it was an awkward situation when they came to visit her. The first time was flattering, but the last few times were excruciating because it would always remind her of Gilbert and how he could not come calling like the Queen’s boys. The girls, however, found it ever so exciting that quite a number of Queen’s students took notice of them, especially Anne, and it made them feel a sense of pride and camaraderie as they all represented Avonlea. Since their arrival at Queen’s, Avonlea had earned a reputation for raising some of the most charming, handsome, and bright girls the Island would encounter– the latter attribute an influence of Miss Stacey, who missed them dearly.
“Anne, have you heard from Gilbert?” Tilly inquired, and the girls curiously looked at the girl in question.
They were shocked to hear the news that Gilbert had sacrificed a sensational life in Paris with beautiful Winifred in order to study at the University of Toronto. Since they had reacted so severely, Anne was wise to wait two days before revealing that Gilbert was now courting her. She had worried of Ruby’s reaction, whether she would be angry or upset given her past infatuation of him, but her eyes were now fixated on a sweet, charismatic banjo-playing scholar. In fact, next to Diana, Ruby was the most excited for the new couple. But then again, Ruby was always enraptured in all things pertaining to love and romance. Nevertheless, Anne was grateful that the girls found her and Gilbert a solid pair.
As for Charlie Sloane, who took notice of Anne a few months ago, he had quickly adapted to the prospects of Queen’s and rumor had it that he had taken notice of a student who was from Carmody.
“No,” Anne replied curtly, trying to hide her disappointment. “Not yet, but I will.”
Lily reached over to hold Anne’s hand. She had been so touched by the girls’ retelling of Anne and Gilbert’s history as they walked to the postal office two weeks prior, and she looked forward to meeting the legendary Gilbert Blythe.
“Don’t worry, Anne,” Josie offered. “If things don’t work out between the two of you, there are a handful of boys here that have expressed interest in you. They were sorely disappointed to find out you were not available to court.”
Josie spoke with good intention, but it rubbed Anne the wrong way and rubbed in the fact that Gilbert was so far away. She refrained from saying anything, only replied with a tight smile.
Just then, the familiar whistling of the postal worker drifted from the front of the house to their ears. Anne’s eyes met Diana’s, and within five seconds, all of the girls were sprinting around the side of the house to the front door, laughing excitedly. Lily calmly walked as she knew Mrs Blackmore would not be pleased if she witnessed the scene.
“Ah, ladies!” old Mr Sanderson smiled upon seeing the youthful girls, tipping his hat as a greeting. “I have mail to deliver here. Now let’s see…” he trailed off as he rifled through his satchel, pulling out three envelopes, one a brown manila envelope, and two standard sized cream-coloured ones.
“One for Mrs Blackmore–“
“I can take it to her,” Anne impatiently grabbed one of the standard envelopes from the old man. He didn’t notice her desperation. “Anything else?”
“Well, we have a letter… oh! From the University of Toronto– for a Miss Anne Shirley-Cuthbert.”
Anne froze, nerves tingling up and down her spine as her breath caught. Somehow, she lifted her hand to receive the manila envelope with a strange bump protruding inside it. “That’s for me, sir. Thank you.”
The girls squealed in excitement, but Anne did not dare look at the sender’s name written on the top left corner of the envelope, although she knew it must say “Gilbert Blythe” because who else could it be from?
Anne faintly heard the last recipient, Tilly Boulter, but could not remember anything else after.
Lily gracefully delivered Mrs Blackmore’s letter to her private study knowing Anne was too preoccupied at current, and Anne had not heard Diana shepherding the girls back to the backyard to give Anne privacy to read Gilbert’s letter to her.
When she finally held it up and found that the letter was, indeed, from Gilbert Blythe, she felt her heart race.
Anne hurried to sit on her favorite bench placed under the willow tree to the right of the house, trying to ignore the fact that she passed the spot where Gilbert and her had kissed weeks ago. She inhaled a deep breath of cooling air before opening the envelope, remembering the personal things of her heart and the feelings she expressed in her letter to Gilbert, and Anne prepared herself for his response to her follow-up question. (Click here to read Letter 1: Anne’s letter to Gilbert)
Exhaling, she unfolded the letter.
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(Click here to read Letter 2: Gilbert’s letter to Anne)
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Anne had read Gilbert’s letter five more times and pinched herself five times more before she rejoined the jolly group in the backyard, now packing up their picnic and heading inside.
The girls couldn’t help but notice that Anne was in the same mysterious mood she was in the day they moved in to the Blackmore house. They knew it had everything to do with an old classmate who was now a medical student in Toronto but they said and asked nothing of Anne, allowing her to process and feel what needed to be processed and felt.
She was unusually quieter than usual, for a longer period than usual, and Diana would have been more worried if not for the sparkle in Anne’s eyes and the slightly higher lift of her chin as she moved about in her silence.
The two young scholars were finishing their homework in the bedroom they shared, sitting at their respective desks. Diana had been conjugating a set of French verbs when Anne spoke up.
“He loves me,” she said, voice trembling. Diana left her desk to stand beside Anne who was sitting at her own, staring at the letter spread atop it. Anne looked up to meet her friend’s tender brown eyes with her own teary gray ones. “Gilbert loves me.”
“Of course he does,” Diana asserted, putting her hand on Anne’s shoulder. She remembered how Anne had cried when she told her she loved her the first time, and felt a pull at her heart that her bosom friend had now been blessed with romantic love, too. Diana felt that Anne deserved all the love in the world and was grateful that Gilbert was one of the few people who could and would supply it justly to her.
“He loves me,” repeated Anne, beginning to cry. A tsunami of emotion spilled from her eyes and waves of shock, relief, elation, disbelief, joy, longing, and love broke Anne’s proper demeanor, reminding the both of them they were still girls. Their arms captured each other in a tight iron grip, and Anne cried into her bosom friend for a few minutes, the sound summoning the group of friends who were now fearful they misunderstood Anne’s mood and were afraid that something dreadful had happened. Diana smiled at them and nodded her head, assuring them silently that everything was alright.
Tilly shut the door quietly and the sound of footsteps receded into the hall. The sharp tapping of Mrs Blackmore’s feet came bounding up the stairs. Within a few seconds, she knocked on the door and entered.
“Girls, are you alright, I heard– oh goodness me, what’s happened here? Anne, why are you crying?”
“These are happy tears, Mrs Blackmore,” she sniffled. “I’m quite alright, thank you. I received the best news.”
The mistress Mang sighed a breath of relief. “Be mindful now of your tears. It isn’t ladylike to cry so, but you are at liberty to cry as much as you like here. Be sure to wash your face or you’ll be puffy in the morning.”
“Yes, Mrs Blackmore.”
“Good evening, ladies.”
The door shut again and Anne and Diana sat on the nearest bed.
“Oh Anne, I’m so glad for you.”
“I can hardly believe it- Gilbert loves me– is in love with me! But I suppose he must love me to kiss me and to have kissed me in the manner and amount that he did,” Anne said, laughing in reference to their earlier conversation.
“All is well then?” asked Diana, looking fondly at her friend.
Anne nodded, smiling at the thought of Gilbert and his heartfelt letter. “All is well and good in the world.”
“Let me know if you ever need to speak with me, about anything,” Diana squeezed Anne’s hand.
“Thank you, dearest of Dianas. I will.”
Anne leaned back on her bed and watched Diana return to her desk and flip her French dictionary open. An idea bloomed in her mind, and she sat upright.
“Say, Diana, would you happen to have a book containing foreign languages vocabulary? I’ve decided to engage in a long-distance duel with Gilbert Blythe and I am determined to beat him, fair and square.”
Drive Me Crazy
Prologue:
(AO3)
One of Anne’s first memories since being adopted by the Cuthberts, was standing at the front door holding Marilla’s hand while she talked to a tall man with dark hair and a kind smile. She remembers a small boy clutching at the man’s leg, with the same dark, curly hair. He was hiding half behind the leg, nervously glancing at Anne before looking up at his father.
“This is Anne.” Anne remembered Marilla looking down at her proudly.
“And this is my son, Gilbert.”
That was the moment that Gilbert Blythe entered into Anne’s life, and rooted himself there. They were 6 years old.
Parents seem to think that just because they are the same age, kids are bound to get along. And they did, for some time at least. Gilbert warmed to Anne quickly, and they were inseparable for years. Being next door neighbours gave them the advantage other best friends didn’t have, for Gilbert would just climb over the fence separating their gardens, and climb up into the tree house Matthew had built for Anne. They’d spend hours reading comic books, playing pirates, or heroes. Sometimes they’d have sleepovers in a tent in the Blythe’s basement with Anne telling dramatic stories, laughing until their cheeks ached and eatings sweets until they were sick. Gilbert would ride his bike to school, with Anne standing on the back, head held high as the wind raced through her hair. Whenever they argued, they always found a way to make things right, like the time Gilbert pulled one of Anne’s braids and called her “carrots”. She’d hit him over the head with a book, and neither would speak to each other for a week. But then one day an apple from the Blythe’s backyard appeared in Anne’s treehouse, and a jam tart wrapped in a cloth tied with ribbon appeared on Gilbert’s doorstep. All was forgiven.
Things were easier back when they were younger. But tragedy struck their final year of middle school. Gilbert’s father had been ill for quite some time, and slowly Anne could see it starting to take a toll on her friendship with Gilbert. He didn’t want to hang out anymore. His mother died when he was born, and when his father finally died, Gilbert was left an orphan.
Anne tried to be there for him, but slowly they grew apart, and by high school it was as if they were strangers. They still lived next door to each other, a family friend moved in to help Gilbert, and Marilla had done all she could. Anne still saw him through her window, but they never smiled, they acted like the past 7 years had never happened.
A life of Longing/Loving (Chapter 3)
Pairing: Anne Shirley x Gilbert Blythe, shirbert
Words: 1,0 K
Warning(s): Mentions of unwanted sex and/or a disturbing past, prostitution, violence, upcoming angst probably, (NOT SMUT)
Summary: Anne Shirley has worked at brothels for as long as she can remember. She has almost given up all hope, when a knight in shining armor appears, from beautiful Avonlea no less, claiming that she is the woman he will marry.
OR: Anne Shirley learns to experience real love while being extremely annoyed at Gilbert Blythe for no reason whatsoever (except for her pride).
A/N: And here comes the knight... Also, if you want to see my updates earlier (on any of my stories) I usually post them first on my AO3 account, and sometimes i forget to post on tumblr, so the link to that account is HERE.
Chapter 2
I know I keep vaguely threatening it and not delivering anything but I am so deeply invested in this Call The Midwife AU I’m concocting, with bicycles and maroon cardigans and Anne yelling at various women’s incompetent husbands and Diana using her nights off to play piano in jazz bars and how sometimes you have to go back to move forward and community and women supporting each other and the strange detemined ugly beauty of urban life, and babies, and effective TB treatment, and a generation who grew up during the war, and good music, and district medicine, and I am just very very enthusiastic about this story in my mind and need to get myself in gear and get it down on paper
