#//you gave me the perfect excuse to make the anne muse i had always wanted

[rxtualistic]

"you do realize you're committing a crime because you're… lonely?" disbelief dripped from mathilda's voice, eyes fixed on the quite extravagant stranger. her line of work always attracted flamboyant personalities but this one took the cherry on the cake. "not out of necessity or because of the thrill. just because you want some friends." she wasn't entirely sure the other could be trusted but was willing to give them a chance. / @caeruleums based on this.

[canonconspiracy]

Khaleesi (Ben Wyatt x Fem!Reader)

AN: In efforts to post more on here specifically, this is one that I just cross-posted into my Michael Shur Oneshot Collection (Wattpad and Ao3 - rmorningstar21).

Fandom: Parks and Recreations

Pairing: Ben Wyatt x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

"Hey there, you stunning woman you!" You said into your phone, a smile across your features.  You sat upon your dresser, staring at your newest project confidently.  It had just been finished, and you couldn't be happier with how it turned out.  Everything was as perfect as you could make it, from each in seam all the way down to the wig styling.  Your best friend was the first person you thought to contact, primarily for a fun little favor.  She always seemed to love participating in your little projects anyhow, when she wasn't busy.  "Guess who just finished up a masterpiece." 

"No way, Joe Biden?" She guessed, with a clear smile against her own features.  

You rolled your eyes at your silly friend.  "I'm sure Markie Mark would be so jealous," you teased back.  "But seriously, Les, I'm super duper proud of this one.  You have any time coming up that we could head over to the park for some pics?" 

"What did you do this time?" She said curiously.  "Come on, you're on speaker.  Let us hear all about it!" 

"Who am I on speaker phone with?" You asked cautiously.  "Oh well, eff it.  I'm going to be the mother of dragons, Khaleesi outfit.  I even made a little dragon plush for Drogo." 

"I have no idea what any of that means," Leslie said with a chuckle, a smile clear in her voice.  "But the stupid surprise face on Ben's face means it has to be nerdy." 

"Hey!" You heard a male voice counter, likely the Ben that she meant.  

"I figured you wouldn't," you said with a chuckle.  "It's fantastic that at least someone does.  It's Game of Thrones.  I know your schedule is normally packed, but I'm flexible.  Whenever you're up for it." 

Leslie paused for a moment, an idea coming to mind as she glanced between the others at the Parks Department meeting.  "Do you mind if I bring some friends?" She said slyly.  "I've been dying to get you to meet them." 

You bit your lip, thinking about it.  Your eyes glanced over to the hopeful outfit that you had made, thinking maybe one day you would have you Khal.  "You think any of them would fit in a male's medium?" You said slyly, a little jest in your tone.  Knowing best not to get your hopes up, though you would love some killer Khal Drogo and Daenerys Targaryen photos.  

"I mean," Leslie said, laughter clear in her words, "if you want to drop off the outfit at City Hall, I could have someone try it."

*** 

You felt a little anxiety bubbling inside of you as the time drew closer.  A few days prior, you dropped off your Khal Drogo cosplay that you custom made at City Hall, with absolutely no inkling as to who Leslie was going to have wear it.  On top of that, she gave you that whole sneaky wink that she has that only showed she was up to no good.  Being her best friend, you knew she was far from sneaky.  

"Well, if they all hate me, at least they'll hate me as Dany," you mused as you spun around in front of your window, checking out the cosplay one more time.  You were in your mid twenties, likely younger than most of Leslie's friends.  As the Khaleesi, you wore practically snow white blonde hair down past your chest and slightly crimped.  Your outfit consisted of the ragged off white outfit that Daenerys wore after marrying Khal Drogo.  Everything you had created for it was mint, while the little dragon plush was simply for a little extra fun.  

A knock sounded at your door and you inhaled deeply to calm yourself.  Striding to the door with confidence, you slipped out your door to literally be surrounded by the entire Parks Department, and more.  Apparently when Leslie meant she wanted you to meet her friends, she meant all of them.  Immediately pulling Leslie into a hug, you whispered, "You're lucky I have a lot of acreage." 

"Well, I couldn't pick just a few, so," Leslie said with excitement in your tone, "I brought everyone." 

Beside her stood Markie Mark, as you liked to call ark Brezanowitz, her long term boyfriend.  Next to him stood Ann Perkins, whom you had met offhandedly a few times.  The rest of the crew, though, you had no idea.  After greeting Mark and Ann, Leslie introduced you to each and every one.  

As you noticed that little twinkle in her eyes, you knew there was something strange up.  For one, no one out of the group you were introduced to clearly wore your Khal Drogo outfit, and the fact that she was practically beaming at you had you curious.  When she said, "I already set up your backyard for the set!  Let's go!"  you could feel anxiety rising.  

When she said she set it up, it was clearly an understatement.   The camera was set up professionally, surely by someone else, since you always had to fix it for her.  What caught your eye was something that would truly have the Khaleesi blush, and your face was as red as a tomato.  

Looking off, clearly awaiting everyone's arrival, stood a handsome and lithe Khal Drogo.  Though he did not have the perfect body type for the cosplay, he was clearly handsome covered in the outfit you created.  He stood taller than you, and once he glanced your way, you could see his chocolate brown orbs that made you melt.  The excited smile that tugged upon his lips had your heart aflutter.  

"M'ach," you greeted in Dothraki as you moved closer to the male.  "I didn't expect Leslie to get me such a handsome Khal, but I greatly appreciate you doing this." 

"You speak Dothraki?" He said with an eyebrow raised, though the excitement did not leave his face.  "I was thrilled to be chosen, especially since I'm sure I'm the only Game of Thrones fan in the majority of City Hall.  I'm Ben Wyatt, and you must be Y/N?" 

You nodded with a large smile against your lips.  "It's a pleasure, and I speak a little," you said sheepishly.  "Just as Dany, I know bits and pieces of the dialect." 

"Okay, nerds," the man you were introduced to under the name of Tom Haverford said with a laugh.  "How about you two get into positions." 

You ended up positioning your Khal for multiple photographs, before he began getting into the character more.  The two of you had been blushing messes half the time, and you were sure that a great deal of the photographs would not be useable, but kept for memory purposes.  

As the two of you got further into shooting, Ben moved his hands to either side of your face as he said, "Yer zheannae sekke." 

You prayed your face did not hold too much blush as you replied, "Yer mezahe sekke."  A smirk pulled upon your lips as you replied, though you did wish to call him handsome instead of simply sexy, your knowledge of Dothraki was small.  

As the two of you simply stared into one another's eyes, you could hear the camera continuing to take photographs.  The one thing you had been too shy to accomplish, Ben was not, as he captured your lips for the photographs.  Surely, you thought he was simply putting on a show for your collection, but you could still feel your heart reverberating in your chest.  Mentally, you had been screaming.  

When the two of you had been done modeling your outfits, you both excused yourselves inside to change.  Ben had thankfully brought a spare outfit, knowing he wanted to leave your property with you.  Once he entered your home, though, his eyes were wide in shock.  

"So, you're a professional cosplayer?" He questioned as his eyes moved between different creations you had made.  

You hummed in approval, a smile against your lips as you moved to grab your street clothes.  "Are you sure you haven't modeled like that before?" You asked with an eyebrow raised, turning to meet chocolate brown eyes.  "You surprised me out there." 

He took off your wig to reveal partially mussed brown locks, appearing much more handsome than he had even in the Khal Drogo attire.  Sheepishly, he smiled, a clear bit of blush risen in his cheeks.  "That was genuine," he replied sheepishly.  "You're very beautiful, and I apologize if I crossed a line." 

You told him just a second before you went to change back into your normal clothes.  Brushed through y/h/c locks and your normal attire, you bit your lip gently, wondering if the handsome man would still be attracted to you as, well, you.  Emerging from the bathroom, you were shocked to see that he had already changed out of his own outfit as well, simply buttoning up his shirt as you came out.  

"I'm curious, handsome, do you still think that without the cosplay?" You teased, a smile tugging against your lips.  

His chocolate gaze was sincere as he smiled down at you, nodding and he said, "Khaleesi or not, you're beautiful, and I'd love to get to know you better." 

"I'm sure I'd love that," you said shyly.  

____________

Leaving this note at the end as to not ruin the one shot itself, but like - can you picture Ben as Khal Drogo?  I think I would die immediately. 

[carrotsofavonlea]

When I kissed the teacher

AO3

(part 1 of 2)

Anne had managed to secure a position as teacher at Avonlea school after a year at Queen's. So far it had been the greatest adventure, she simply adored some of her students, even if a certain cousin of the Pyes had caused some complications. Overall, it was a success. She hoped to inspire her pupils the way Miss Stacy had inspired her, and vowed to teach them in new and interesting ways to really engage them in learning.

Gilbert was still away at medical school, but over the years their friendship had turned into more and he'd promised that in 3 years he'll buy her the biggest, most beautiful engagement ring a new doctor can afford - even if it wouldn't be all that much, Anne had grown to realise that it didn't matter about marble halls or diamond chandeliers, it only mattered that they were happy and together.

They kept up correspondence through letters, but it just wasn't the same as seeing him in person. It was all too reminiscent of his days on the boat, only now she'd grown so accustomed to his presence that it was felt a million times worse being apart. If she'd told 13 year old Anne that in 7 years she'd be engaged - to Gilbert Blythe no less - she would have fainted. It was a funny thing how love had so slowly crept upon them without them realising until Gilbert had almost died from illness. Only the thought of a world without Gilbert made Anne realise just how much she truly cared for him, and from then on she vowed to seize love where she can.

Marilla light heartedly teased Anne about her letters, remembering the classic “there's nothing romantical whatsoever about this letter.”

She would sit by candlelight, spending hours thinking of the perfect way to tell Gilbert everything that had happened. His letters were shorter, but ever so romantic. Anne kept them wrapped in a ribbon he had given her a few years ago as a Christmas gift, of course back then they were strictly “friends”, even if she had to ignore the strange feeling in her chest when he'd smiled as their hands briefly touched when he placed the gift in her hand.

“You'll damage your eyes writing in this dark.” Marilla interrupted her musings. “You'd be better off writing that letter tomorrow in the daylight.”

“But a letter written by candlelight is far more romantic than a letter written by daylight, don't you think?” Anne looked up from her page, wellpages .

“I doubt Gilbert would be able to tell at what light you wrote the letter at.” Marilla looked down at the thick pile of paper Anne had been writing. “Heavens, Anne. Are you writing an essay? The poor boy won't have time to read all that and keep up with his studies.”

Anne laughed but picked up her pen again, dipping it in ink. “But there's so much to tell. After so long keeping those feelings in, its wonderful to just let them go and tell him everything I wanted to tell him before but didn't because I was a stubborn little thing.”

Marilla sighed, but she couldn't argue. She was just glad they'd finally worked things out.

“Anyway, I intend to keep him informed of everything happening in Avonlea.”

“He'll certainly be informed alright.”

There was a light knock at the door.

“Whoever could be calling at this time?” Marilla grumbled, patting down her skirts as she made her way to the door, candle in hand.

Anne remained at the table, scribbling away at her letter.

Marilla opened the door, prepared to reprimand whoever it was about calling at such inappropriate hours. But the voice died in her throat.

“I'm so sorry to call on you Ms Cuthbert at such an hour.” Gilbert Blythe stood before her, holding his cap against his chest in one hand and a small gift in the other.

He looked tired, a darkness under his eyes. But he looked past Marilla to see Anne at the table writing, and immediately a brightness returned to his face.

“Anne…” his face softened, looking instantly more at ease. He handed Marilla what he was holding in his hands as be approached Anne.

Marilla stepped aside, it was as if she no longer existed.

Anne looked up, jumping from her seat. In her haste the ink pot spilled over.

“Anne!” Marilla called, instantly running to grab a cloth, but at this moment Anne did not have the slightest care in the world.

“Gil?” she ran at him into his open arms. She flung her arms around his neck and he picked her up, spinning her gently as he buried his head in her neck.

They were laughing, pure joy at being reunited.

“I thought you were supposed to be at medical school until next week?”

He shook his head, pressing his forehead against hers. “I finished my exams early. I couldn't wait to see you.”

“I got your letters.” She looked up at him, heart lurching at seeing him this close again. He was real, he was home. “They were lovely, but it wasn't quite the same as…”

She trailed off, not being able to find the right words. She wanted to say it wasn't the same as hearing his calming voice, wasn't the same as seeing the little dimple in his cheek when he smiled, or the creases by his eyes as he laughed. The letters made her heart feel light, but it was nothing compared to the erratic beating whenever he was near, the feeling that she just had to be with him or she might explode. She'd had so many ideas of what love was supposed to be like from her stories and fantasies, but it was nothing compared to how she really felt around Gilbert. It wasn't a always sparks, sometimes it was merely comfort, a sense of belonging that she used to take for granted. He could make her heart race one moment, and the next he would be the steady presence keeping her tethered to the ground.

She wanted to tell him all of this, but she was suddenly aware that Marilla was indeed still here and would most certainly say something about propriety if she reeled off her thoughts.

So instead she settled for “I missed you.” there would be time later for grand speeches.

Marilla cleared her throat and Gilbert drew his gaze away from Anne reluctantly. “Oh, right. Uh, I got you this.”

They sat down at the table, Marilla putting on some tea before excusing herself. Gilbert handed Anne the small gift and she eagerly unwrapped the brown paper.

It was a small...ball? But it looked like it'd been wrapped in a map.

Gilbert gently took it from her hand and held it up, “It's a globe. I hadn't seen one in any Avonlea shop. I'm sorry it's not bigger,” he nervously laughed, “I'm afraid a medical student budget doesn't go very far.”

“No, it's lovely.” Anne took it back, studying it. “You didn't have to get me anything.”

He shrugged, “I figured you could use it to teach geography, actually show what the world looks like instead of just telling them.”

“It's perfect.”

He took her finger in his hand and placed it on the globe, pointing to all the different places he'd been. “I've been here, and here, and there's Trinidad where I went with Bash…”

“You really did travel, didn't you.” She sighed when he released her hand. “Meanwhile I've only seen this island.”

“I’ll take you.”

She smiled a little, “Is Gilbert Blythe asking me on an adventure?”

He smirked, something that hadn't changed from.his schooldays. “Only the greatest adventure of our life.”

“ Our life.” Anne whispered. “I like the sound of that.”

They shared a moment of peaceful silence, before he leaned back.

“I should probably head home. Ms Cuthbert will have my head if I'm here too late.”

Anne nodded, and stood up to follow him to the door. They stood at the door, unable to bring themselves to part just yet.

“I promise to see you tomorrow.” He held her hand tightly, and brought it up to his chest. She felt how quickly his heart was beating. Never had she imagined she could have that effect on someone.

“I can't.” She blinked, returning back to reality from whatever dream world Gilbert always put her in. "I have school."

He nodded, “Of course."

She paused for a moment, "But... I'm sure we could use a lesson in medicine. It could be beneficial to potential aspiring doctors."

Gilbert smiled his signature smile, his eyes crinkling in mirth, "Am I, Gilbert Blythe, being invited as a special guest to the school?"

"Perhaps. If you promise to behave." She gave him a stern look, something she hadn't quite gotten out of the habit of from her school days.

He raised his hands defensively, a light chuckle escspine his mouth. "I don't think I can promise that. I have to admit, I think I'm dead gone on the new teacher.” He gave a playful smile.

“Yeah?” Anne raised an eyebrow.

“Red hair, fiery personality.” He looked wistfully in the distance. “Beautiful…”

“Gilbert Blythe!” She playfully pushed him but he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her towards him.

“I'll see you tomorrow.” He kissed the top of her head and grabbed a lantern he'd left on the porch before walking backwards, never taking his eyes off Anne until he'd reached the gate.

part 2