#Sai Writes

[evilkaeya]

Hi everyone I woke up and realized I have the power to write literally anything I want to so I gave Light Yagami period cramps. Read here.

[kermits-cup-of-tea]

i've been learning asl for the past year, i wanted to know how to speak with those in the Deaf community and unexpectedly i fell in love with it

with the ease it takes to speak it, it comes almost naturally now. but oddly, its the sounds i love most

the laughter unbridled, no fear of being heard, hands on hands on hands, the tapping of knuckles and palms together the only thing the rest of the world can understand while we paint our words in gestures. and it feels almost wrong to say i love the sound of asl

to say i appreciate something that you can't. but maybe thats what love is

[arcturusreads]

Comfort

pairing: elizabeth bennet & fitzwilliam darcy word count: 1128 words request: yes/no prompt/summary:  Elizabeth Darcy was not a woman that was scared of anything... except maybe one thing... a/n: re-reading pride and prejudice and just wanted some moments of domestic fluff for these two

Lizzie had been Mrs Elizabeth Darcy of Pemberley for 3 months. 3 months of bliss with her husband, Fitzwilliam. 3 months of having a new sister in Georgiana. 3 months of being the mistress of an estate that had at first scared her. It had taken her time to find her feet, in all truth she was still finding them. But Darcy and their staff had been patient and understanding, giving her the room and time to make her mistakes and learn from them. And she was beginning to get used to Pemeberely and all of her responsibilities. 

It brought Darcy a great amount of joy to see his wife so happy in her new home. He’d been worried that she’d hate it. That she would be homesick and wouldn’t be able to settle but she was happy at Pemberley. She was at home there and he didn’t think the sight of seeing her in one of the many rooms would ever get old. To know the woman that he loved was only ever a short walk away. 

But on one particular night, Lizzie didn't feel quite so settled in her home. The sound of the wind whistling outside, paired with the heavy rain that was battering the windows had made her jump awake. She looked over to the other side of the bed to see that Darcy was still sound asleep. She’d learnt early on that he was a relatively heavy sleeper but even she couldn’t understand how he was able to sleep through this. 

“It’s just some rain, Lizzie. It’ll be fine. You can go back to sleep,” she whispered to herself. But the weather had other ideas, and a loud crack of thunder made her jump once again. 

Slightly shaking at the sound, Lizzie slipped out of bed, making her way into the sitting room just outside of their now shared bedchamber. She hoped that a slightly larger area might not make the sound so loud and scary. Lizzie didn’t have a problem with rain. She loved walks in them and her husband had often had to pull her back inside to stop her from catching a cold. The rain was never a problem but thunderstorms were a different story. Whilst Lizzie was often the strong one out of her sisters, the one that they would run to when they needed protecting, Lizzie found herself more often than not seeking out their comfort when there was a storm. Or more specifically, seeking out Jane. Jane knew whenever there was a thunderstorm that Lizzie would often be up most of the night, too scared to sleep. So, she would grab whatever novel Lizzie had been reading at the time and read to her to try and divert her younger sister’s mind. And if that failed, she was able to keep Lizzie entertained with another ridiculous story about their mother. But Jane wasn’t here. She was with her own husband at Netherfield and Lizzie was here alone. Sat down in an empty, and slightly cold, room with the storm only getting worse outside. She had contemplated waking her own husband up but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Darcy was busy enough during the day, there was always something that he had to attend to. And yet he would still find time to seek her out during the day and spend a little bit of time with her before work called him again. No, he had too much on his plate. He needed his rest and not to be woken up by his wife who was scared of a little thunder and lightning. 

Finding that the larger room was not helping her at all, and was in fact making her fears worse, Lizzie had decided that heading back to bed was the best idea. Maybe with Darcy beside her at least, she might calm down enough to get to sleep again. 

“Elizabeth?” 

Lizzie jumped at the sound of her name and quickly turned around to see her husband with sleep still in his eyes and a candle in his hand. He hurried over and took a seat next to her, brow furrowed in concern. 

“I’m sorry, I hadn’t meant to startle you. Is everything okay? I woke up to find the bed empty.” 

Placing the candle down on the table in front of them, Fitzwilliam took both of Lizzie’s hands in his. The concern hadn’t left his face. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll be back to bed now. Please don’t worry.” Lizie  strained a smile at him, feeling awful that he’d broken his sleep to find out if she was okay. 

Darcy was about to open his mouth to say something when there was another crack of thunder, causing Lizzie to jump once again, her eyes wide. Taking in his wife’s demeanor, Darcy finally understood. 

“You don’t like thunderstorms do you?” 

Lizzie gave a small shake of her head. Her husband’s reaction wasn’t what she’d expected it to be, when he immediately stood up. 

“Fitzwilliam-” her sentence got cut off as he bent down and lifted her up in his arms and gently carried her back to their shared bedchamber. 

“You should have woken me,” he kissed her cheek as he set her down on the bed before joining her on the other side. 

“I didn’t want to bother you. It seems so childish… to be scared of the weather…”

Darcy didn’t waste any time in gathering his wife in his arms and pulling the blanket over them. “It isn’t childish. I’m your husband, Lizzie. Whenever you need me, I’ll be here.”

A loud crack of thunder followed by rain once again battering the windows made Lizzie hide her face in Darcy’s chest. Seeking the comfort that she knew only he could give. Marriage had come with a lot of challenges for both of them but one of the biggest ones for them both was learning that they could rely and lean on someone else when needed. For Darcy, he had spent so many years looking after Geogiana, his staff, his tenants and he didn’t resent any of that but after his parents had passed he’d never found someone to confide in and lean on. His cousin helped but wasn’t always present. And for Lizzie, more often than not, she was the one who people leant on in her family. Well, at least Jane and her father did. And Jane had been there for her as much as she could but there were some things that Lizzie knew that Jane wouldn’t always understand and she was left to shoulder things on her own. But with her husband’s arms wrapped around her, his lips pressed to her head, Lizzie didn’t know how she had ever lived without his comfort. 

[sainotavailable]

pairings — Venti, Kazuha, Wanderer, Xiao, Kaeya, and Al-Haitham x gn!Reader

summary — You checked your pantry and wow! You don't have shit besides spiders chillin' in the corner of the cabinet. It's time to shop, and your s/o wants to go with you (or in Al-Haitham's case, you drag him along). Would he behave himself and is he OK to bring to society?

tags / warnings — crack / fluff / HCs, almost all of them are insane. kazuha is HIGH ASF, wanderer is an asshole (canon), venti and kaeya have crippling alcoholism, PDA, established relationship, please stop taking these men outside.

A/N — this is my first post. i'm sorry you had to read it but i just write stupid crack hc's or weird shit. also i'm crying because tumblr deleted the first draft i was gonna post. absolutely in tears rn.

Venti “Huh, you’re going to the market? Can I come, can I come!?”

As soon as you step foot into the market, expect him to dash in front of you in search for wine. If you’re in another nation or they’re sold out of his favorite booze, he will drop to his knees and BAWL (but it sounds rly pretty cuz he’s a good bard yk like a disney princess)

you urge him to stand up because he’s being embarrassing and that just makes him roll around on the dirty ass floor because he’s a fucking drama king. legit doing it to spite you even tho you didn’t do shit. however once he recovers he’ll…

put random shit into the basket (no he doesn’t need it he just thinks maybe in the future one of u might. please take it out)

will buy plastic bendy straws so he can drink his alcohol in a silly goofy way

will find a way to eat more than 1 free sample at the food stalls (has a fake mustache for this occasion)

if he finds wine that’s rly expensive he will attempt to seduce you into purchasing it for him (dont feed into his alcoholism)

will try to go into the basket (even if its handheld)

expect him to serenade you the entire time you're shopping, too

also he will hold ur hand and just be all over u. he loves u sm <3

will complain once he gets tired (its only been 10 minutes)

overall, terrible to bring. leave him at home

Kazuha “Oh, have we run out of goods? May I accompany you?”

As you shop, you kind of forget he’s even there until he picks something up to take a closer look and makes a comment. He mostly just chills and follows you around. But…

he actually might be high

how many nakuweeds did u have before you two left? did u count???

all of a sudden he’s adding random snaccs to the basket. when did he ever eat this shit?

as you watch him stuff a dozen doughnuts into ur basket that’s when u realize he might have some crazy munchies. maybe u should ask??

actually maybe not he looks really out of it. he ated all the weeds

as you try and put away some of the shit he put in you see him staring at the local cats

he doesn't know wtf is going on

you should probably go back home now

overall, probably fine to bring with you when he’s not high as a kite

Wanderer “Where are you going? To the market? . . . I better go with you—no, not because I want to, but because you’ll get that generic store brand shit.”

He’s mad and he doesn’t wanna be there, but bc you’re such an asshole who buys generic great value tea. anyways even tho he looks really mad, he doesn’t mind being with you (what a shit) will wander (heh) away from you and look at other stuff. if u try and contain him he’ll get pissy about it and insist he’s an independent puppet-man and he’s not gonna commit tomfoolery anymore. anyways so…

he doesn’t care if ur trying to save mora, he WILL have his namebrand inazuman tea!!!

maybe he won’t… because he understands prices are very tough right now. BUT its not because you told him to, you fucking box

gets PISSED and will become a karen if the cashier doesn’t say hi to him

our boy is toxic and i will not fluff him down this is just him and u like it

will slap your hand if you try and hold his hand. like, not hard. but like, the way a cat slaps your hand when its tired of you petting it.

will hold ur hand if u try a second time but his grip is rly tight cause bro is always tense asf

overall, don’t bring him if you like the store/market you’re going to. you might get banned

Xiao “You’re going to the market? I see . . . It’s getting dark out, so I’ll come with you.”

You know he’s anxious about being around so many people, but he wants to protect you <3<3 so he’ll overcome this obstacle and follow you around like a lost puppy…

actually he’s really close

like holy shit back up xiao, he’s right against ur back

you dont bother to say anything bc yk he’ll say some shit like “YOU HAVE NO RESPECT FOR THE ADEPTI”

actually maybe you should grab his hand because he legit looks like a deer in headlights

will hold ur groceries for you bc he’s so strong <3

u can't hold his hand because he's holding his giant fucking polearm "just in case" and holding your bags in the other, so maybe hold his arm??

he loves that shit even if he doesnt admit it

might suddenly leave with ur groceries if he’s called or some shit, will return with torn bags but its ok he did everything he could to fix it!

by fix it i mean now he’s just holding everything and pierced it into his spear

you should just be happy he has everything. don’t comment on it

overall, 10/10. besides the anxiety, he likes being near you even if he doesnt admit it. ur groceries are safe with him just like you are <3<3

Kaeya “Groceries? Oho, well. I have some time, why don’t I go with you? You’ll need a big strong captain to carry all your bags, after all.”

Even if you didn’t want to bring him, he’s coming with you anyways. I think the best part about Kaeya is he’ll stick by your side throughout the trip to the market and follow you around wherever you go.

Honestly, out of everyone else, it feels like he might be the best one to bring with you…

plez expect him to have an arm slung over your shoulders or snaked around your waist. he loves pda!

EXCEPT! he is the KING OF CONSENT(tm) he will only do it if you say its ok! what a sigma chad wtf

i hope you like talking because kaeya fucking loves chatting while shopping. he will not be quiet for long even if you tell him to stfu

even if you’re not the chatty type and you’re pretty quiet, he’ll talk for you. about his day, what he did that morning (even if u already know), what he’s gonna do later, he will not leave a single detail out.

hey btw remember when i said he won’t leave ur side? i lied. don’t trust anyone on the internet.

he will 100% leave your side for the booze market. he is more interested in imported wine that he can get his hands on

will return to you with 6 bottles and insist they’re for you both to share. please stop feeding into his alcoholism

he will carry your bags btw. all of them. he will have both arms packed with bags and won’t complain, might just tease you a little tho.

overall, a fantastic man to bring with you to grocery shop. can protect u cuz he’s a strong cavalry captain who will hold ur belongings without complaint. just feed him booze <3<3

Al-Haitham “. . . Fine, I’ll go with you to pick up some things. I need to pick up a new book to take to work, anyway.”

The moment you enter the marketplace, you most likely will never find your partner again. At least, not until later in your shopping trip. He literally disappeared, where the fuck did he go?

Its only half way through that you find him and see him sitting on one of the benches, flipping through the new book he purchased. You call for him, but his soundproof earpieces are in effect. You snatch the book out of his hands to get his attention and bother him enough to follow you. He lets out a sigh, but gets up anyway…

u rly should’ve left him there cuz he’s so quiet. he might still have his earpieces on.

he’ll follow you around by your side and he’ll hold your bags, too. he’s got big strong arms for a fuckin reason!!

half way through he’ll start reading his book again, sorry but shopping is rly boring to him ok

al-haitham isn’t a pda person btw don’t touch him

might hold ur hand.

will hold ur hand if the cashier is too sus for his liking

maybe

if you run into kaveh while shopping he will leave. if ur holding hands he will leave with u even if u didnt pay for ur shit yet.

overall, um. he’s definitely an option. he’ll hold ur bags??? he just wants to go back home

[d3kusite]

STILL MINE x hanta sero

summary: after hearing of your recent engagement w/ iida, your ex boyfriend, sero, sneaks into your room.

18+// mdni

word count: 1442

content: cheating, dub con, possessiveness, spanking, clit slapping, usage of the word ‘slut’, (raw) vaginal sex, degradation? creampie, orgasm denial, manipulation?

pairing: hanta sero x fem!reader

note: hi!! my first nsfw post for mha. i’ve had this idea stuck in my head for months… hope y’all like ^ - ^ yes, this is inspired by romeo santos’ “eres mia” .

you should’ve known something was amiss. everything was going too well. the engagement, and the planning of the event, down to both the bachelor and bachelorette parties. even the rehearsal dinner had gone well. less than twenty-four hours remain before you tie the knot with tenya. tenya, who is the kindest man you’ve ever met. tenya, who, somehow, prioritizes you while keeping on top of his hero work. not at all like your last ex. you shake your head, forcing thoughts of him out of your mind as you change into your sleeping wear in your room. today had been the rehearsal dinner, and it had gone as perfectly as you want.

a slight breeze brings a shiver to your body. a breeze, that shouldn’t have existed, not when you know when you left your room earlier today, your windows had been closed. walking towards your windows, your heart falls to your stomach as you notice the open window. before you can retrace your actions from the day, a hand covers your mouth. your scream is muffled as you try to fight against the intruder. 

“shh, baby, it’s me, it’s me,” the intruder’s voice is both breathy and raspy, with an underlying amused tone. his body is pressed behind yours, his free arm wrapped around your waist. you hate how after months, it’s still so familiar. “i can’t believe i leave for the states only for you to get engaged to the iida. iida. really? he’s so boring, baby.”

he continues speaking as he starts playing pressing light kisses to your exposed shoulders, “he’s so cold too… doesn’t deserve you.”

he finally uncovers your mouth and you immediately speak with venom on your tongue, “he’s a much better man than you are, sero.”

“sero, huh? no longer “hanta”?” he chuckles as he moves onto your neck, “kirishima was telling me how iida’s a jealous man. did you know he banned me from the venue? he must think i’ll steal his girl…” he bites down on your shoulder, drawing a gasp from you. you bite back a whine as you feel him smirk against your lips. “i guess he was right, huh?”

“why are you in my room?” you whisper as he switches to remove your clothes. he throws you onto your bed, and in the back of your mind, you know this is wrong. you’re engaged to iida. not sero. “we broke up.”

“did we?” he mutters under his breath as he starts unbuckling his belt. he laughs as he sees you hungrily eye him, “for someone who is getting married tomorrow, you sure are acting sluttily for a man who isn’t your fiance.”

he must have used some kind of quirk on you because why can’t you move? he must’ve bewitched you. you’d never cheat. never. but… you can’t help it as you moan as he presses his lips to your breasts. he hungrily laps at your nipples, drawing a moan out from you. he’s still in his hero uniform as he presses his boner against you. 

“have you fucked him?” sero asks as he unlatches from your nipples. his smile falls when you nod. your surroundings spin as he flips you over. “guess i’ll have to claim you again.”

“s-sero-,” you begin to protest but he pushes your face into the sheets. you whimper as he presses his hardon against your ass, and you can’t help but squirm a bit. it seems to set him off and you can only yelp against your sheets as he forcedly enters you. there’s already some wetness dripping down your things and your face warms with embarrassment. 

his grip is tight on your hips as he begins fucking you without mercy. you move your hips back, meeting him as he thrusts inside you. whimpers and groans along with the sound of skin slapping skin resound through the room. 

“such a slut,” sero says as he increases his pace. one of his hands reaches out to your shoulder, lifting you up slightly. you moan freely, no longer caring as he continues remolding your pussy into the shape of his dick again. “fuck, i missed this pussy so much. dropped an entire mission to fucking see you again. shit-so tight-, you sure you let him hit?” 

“y-you have the biggest ego,” you manage to say as he leans down to suck a hickey into your shoulder, ignoring your whines of protest. 

“do i?” his voice is cocky as he leans back up. he grabs one of your legs and lifts them enough for him to get deeper inside you. “is it egotistical to just want you back?”

“i’m not yours anymore,” you say, but it’s weak. you know he doesn’t buy it either as he laughs and the sound only makes your stomach churn. 

“please, playing stupid doesn’t fit you,” he hisses as he thrusts harder, “you’re mine and you know it,” a particularly hard thrust has you seeing stars. it only boosts his ego, “there it is. did he ever find that spot?”

any reservations you had are gone now and you shake your head. you can barely recognize your voice as you sob, “no, he never did.”

“thought so. did he ever even make you cum?” he doesn’t wait for an answer as he continues fucking you. 

“‘m gonna cum,” you whisper as you start to move a hand down towards your clit. he slaps it away before you can. “‘m gonna cum’,” he mocks you before turning you on your back. “no, you’re not. you’re gonna cum on my dick alone.’

he pushes his cock into you again, cursing as he does. you wrap your legs around his waist and you can’t find yourself caring about the smug look he gives you as you do. he leans forward to kiss your tears away, “tomorrow, what do you think will happen if i sneak into the reception? if i tell your husband that the woman he loves is only a loan because you’re still mine?”

“y-you wouldn’t dare!” you hiccup as you wrap your arms around his neck. his thrusts only get quicker and harder as he laughs against your neck.

“you know it’s true,” he says as he sucks a hickey into your neck, “you know you still love me,” he thrusts again at the end of the sentence, and you throw your head back in pleasure. “c’mon baby, i know you’re close. such a slut, letting yourself get fucked by someone who isn’t your fiance.”

“‘m…not yours,” you lie. both of you know it’s a lie as his moans become airy and shaky. he calls you out on it, “liar. this pussy,” he reaches down to slap your clit, making you cry out, “is mine,” his hand moves down to your ass and he slaps it, “so is this ass,” his lips move down to your chest, pressing a kiss, “and so is your heart. it’s never been iida’s. never.”

the pleasure from his dick constantly hitting your spot with his words make you cum, immediately clenching down on him. he swears and you recognize the familiar tremble in his body as he cums inside of you. it only makes both of you moan louder as he marks you again as his. he collapses on top of you, limp as you close your eyes tiredly. you don’t have the energy to move him away from you as he grabs your chin. “hey,” he says quietly.

“what?” you ask tearfully as you gain clairty post-orgasm.

“i was serious earlier. i want you back,” he says and you shake your head. 

“don’t say that.”

“don’t marry him. i’ll prove to you i’ve changed,” his voice is gentle and warm, but you know if you continue listening you’ll just fall for empty promises again. “don’t get married tomorrow. stand him up. i’m sure uraraka or someone else can mend his heart back together. maybe aoyama.”

“no, hanta. get out.”

“baby, please-”

“get the fuck out!” you yell as you manage to push him off, avoiding eye contact with him as you cover yourself up with your sheets. “you abandoned me and i didn’t even get an explanation. i don’t care what you have to say.”

he doesn’t respond as he gets out of your bed, silently redressing. once he’s done, he walks over to your window, beginning to leave. he pauses when he hears you sniffle.

“i’ll be waiting back at our old place,” is all he says as he slips out your window, not sparing you another glance. 

he knew from the second you said his first name again that he’d have you back in no time. 

[tails-and-scales]

Meeting Solstice

(So I had an idea due to the art I've seen of Sun and Dream meeting, and @firedrakegirl got to listen to many a ramble on this. I wrote this before the Sun and Moon lamia were even a part of the shop, so I hope you enjoy the little drabble of a new family member joining!)

Adjusting the fabric around the single egg in the medbay with Gibbous curled around it as well, the rescued Lumen would talk quietly to the egg and Sai would tenderly scritch under his jaw, mindful of the scars. Sana and Neo were in for a checkup, mainly checking on how their scares were healing and how Sana was dealing with his false fang.

Layl and Fajar were settled on Sai's head, snuggled together to help ward off the slight chill from the winter air that tried to seep through the windows, and Laminae was spending time with her mate and their children in the nursery. The others were having a rather sleepy morning as it was just past the new year, and with sleepy mornings and cold winter air meant a good chunk of bitties were all bunched up in piles snoozing, even the centaurs were in the shop, the selkies enjoying the chill in their near ice like water. Occasionally a few would poke their heads up to look into the medbay, waving before diving back into the water.

The sound of a crack would make one of Sai's ears twitch, her eyes darting over to Gibbous as he watched the egg in shock. Bits of shell scattered as a pair of orange wings seemed to stretch, black hands shoving away more shell and out emerged a slightly smaller than normal Sun lamia that looked mildly confused before laying his mismatched eyes on the Lumen curled around him in the nest. Chirring curiously, his head would tilt before he would lunge forward, Sai yelping in shock as she darted over to the pair, prepared to pull them apart before realizing that the new hatchling was snuggling up to the Lumen.

"I... Are you ok Gibbous?" She would ask softly, watching the Sun carefully.

"No bites, only snuggle-" He responded before squeaking as the damp wings would ruffle and wrap around him.

Oh dear- She needed to get the little Sun cleaned up before he got sick from the chill, hurrying to a warmer to pull out a warm towel to help dry his wings and at least help him get cleaned up. Despite the snap of fangs at her in his wary state, thinking she might harm his new bonded, with enough encouragement from Gibbous, she would be able to clean him up and get him dressed up before calling for Torque through their bond.

"Torque, can you tell- Did he pick Gibbous for his bonded?" She would ask the Chain softly, watching his behavior as it was very similar to how the other Sun lamia treated their bonded Moons.

A simple nod would make her huff a soft smile before fondly shaking her head in mild exasperation. A Lumen without a Nocturne and a Sun without a Moon, what a pair to say the least. At least Gibbous didn't seem to mind too much, content to snuggle with his new companion.

"Welcome to the family, Solstice, don't you worry, you'll be safe with us, little one."

[roach-works]

speculative fiction writers i am going to give you a really urgent piece of advice: don't say numbers. don't give your readers any numbers. how heavy is the sword? lots. how old is that city? plenty. how big is the fort? massive. how fast is the spaceship? not very, it's secondhand.

the minute you say a number your readers can check your math and you cannot do math better than your most autistic critic. i guarantee. don't let your readers do any math. when did something happen? awhile ago. how many bullets can that gun fire? trick question, it shoots lasers, and it shoots em HARD.

you are lying to people for fun. if you let them do math at you the lie collapses and it's no fun anymore.

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[incandescent-creativity]

Do you ever write a sentence and then realize “Nah, that’s too self aware for you” and backspace a bunch of times.

[smallestflowtree]

PSA for fanfic writers

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[evilkaeya]

Got tired of being silly and decided to put Chuuya through immense mental breakdown. Read HERE and mind the TWs! Kudos and feedback are much appreciated :( <3

[kermits-cup-of-tea]

letting you love me

how the world fights against you,

its ugly and raw

and you promised me it was beautiful

once,

that it was just for us.

the world loves you how the river loves the banks,

and you loved me the same

while promising you were the upstream dam.

letting you love me washed myself downstream.

[arcturusreads]

A Generous Heart and a Giving Friend

pairing: anne shirley cuthbert x gilbert blythe word count: 2957 words request: yes/no prompt/summary: Anne was a gift-giving queen, so why was she struggling so much when she pulled out Gilbert's name from the Secret Santa hat? She needed to make sure that whatever she gave him beat the dictionary she was gifted a few Christmases ago. Because Anne Shirley-Cuthbert refuses to be beaten by Gilbert Blythe. That was the only reason she cared about getting the perfect present. Right? a/n: more anne and gilbert fluff for you all

“Alright, class. I’ll be passing this hat around. Make sure you pick out one name and one name only. Don’t tell anyone else who you have, and you just need to buy a single present for that person and wrap it up. You have a week to bring it back to class and make sure the present has the receiver’s name on it.” Miss Stacey handed a hat to the front row and small pieces of paper with names began to be drawn.

“A secret Santa. Doesn’t it sound absolutely magical, Diana! Oh, I do hope that I get you!” Anne was practically bouncing in her seat.

The secret Santa was a welcome distraction from all of the Queens’ lessons that most of the class were taking. Something more festive for them all to focus on and Anne was definitely happy to welcome that distraction.

When the hat came to the two girls, Anne immediately handed it to Diana. “You can go first!”

Diana grinned at her friend before sticking her hand in the hat, “I hope I get you too, Anne! I wouldn’t even know what to get the likes of Josie Pye.” She whispered the last part and the two of them giggled.

After Diana had plucked out a piece of paper, Anne dove her hand in to pick out her own. She didn’t wait before opening up the folded piece and seeing the name sprawled across it.

Gilbert Blythe.

Her mouth dropped open as she saw the name. Out of everyone she could give a gift to… Gilbert Blythe. What was Anne meant to do with that? Of course, he was the better option compared to the likes of Josie Pye and Billy Andrews but still. She would much rather find a gift for Diana or Ruby, even Moody.

“Anne?” Diana tapped her shoulder, “Who did you get?”

Anne tried to stop her cheeks from burning. She didn’t know why she was embarrassed, it’s not as though she could control who’s name she was going to pick out. “Oh-uh, well we’re not allowed to say so- “

Thankfully Miss Stacey saved her as the hat ended up being passed back to the front of class. Anne scrunched up the piece of paper in her hand but that didn’t stop her from thinking about the new problem that has presented itself in her life. What in the world was she meant gift Gilbert Blythe?

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The next two days Anne had spent with that same question in the back of her mind. She considered herself quite the expert when it came to giving gifts. She’d never struggled in finding something for Marilia, Matthew, Diana or any of her other friends. Even Jerry had been easy to gift for this Christmas, she’d been embroidering some handkerchiefs for him so he could use them whilst he was at work.

Sighing, she grabbed the basket of plum puffs that Marilla had baked and started to make her way towards Gilbert’s house. Anne had instructions to drop these off without a detour, it was far too cold for her to go wandering and Marilla would not be sending out a search party for her if she wasn’t home by dinner.

Maybe she could try and coax an idea out of Gilbert. She would need to try and be subtle which even Anne had to admit wasn’t always her strong suit. But maybe she could get some kind of idea out of him. She would not allow him to be the better gift giver out of the two of them. She’d loved the dictionary he’d given her last year. Every time she saw it in her room it made her smile as she thought about that moment. But Anne also knew that Gilbert had put a lot of thought into the gift. It had shown that he knew her well, knew the type of things she would like. And that was all well and good and she was grateful for the gift but this was a chance for her to prove that she was the better gift giver. That she knew him just as well as he knew her.

They’d grown closer over the past few months and Anne would’ve like to think that she’d gotten to know a lot more about him. But this was her chance to really show that she did know him. To show that they really did have a friendship. She couldn’t pinpoint why she cared so much. They weren’t friends like her and Diana were. Not bosom friends that would tell each other everything. But Gilbert understood her in a way that no one else seemed to. He would tease her, wind her up and challenge her and as much as Anne pretended that she hated it, she loved every moment.

Before she knew it, Anne was at the Blythe/Lacroix house and knocking on the door. It swung open to show Bash and Anne couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. She had been hoping Gilbert would be there so she could talk to him. Anne didn’t particularly want to ask Bash where he was, but she also knew that she needed to try and figure out her gift soon because there were only five days left.

“Queen Anne, to what do I owe this pleasure?”

Anne grinned at him before holding up the basket of plum puffs, “Marilla sent me with a delivery. Some of her plum puffs for you all.”

“Ah, she spoils us but who am I to complain? Please come in, you’re going to freeze out there.”

“Oh I really shouldn’t,” Anne began to argue. “Marilla said I need to be home before dinner.”

Bash tutted and shook his head, ushering her in. “I promise I won’t keep you too long but really, I’m sure Dele would love to see her Auntie Anne.”

There was no way that Anne could say no to baby Delphine, so Anne ended up stepping foot into the considerably warmer home. Mary and Delphine were sat at the table, the little one being bounced up and down on her mum’s lap.

“Anne! It’s so good to see you!”

As they exchanged pleasantries, Anne placed a kiss on Delphine’s cheek and sat down opposite Mary. She did a quick glance around and couldn’t see or hear Gilbert. Anne tried to push down the feeling of disappointment, trying to convince herself that she the only reason for her feelings was because she still didn’t have a clue about his gift.

“Is everything okay, Anne?” Mary asked, slightly concerned that the redhaired girl wasn’t being as chatty as usual.

“Hm?” Anne’s head snapped back to looking at the couple in front of her. “Oh, I, uh, was actually hoping that the two of you might be able to help me with something.”

“Of course, we’ll do whatever we can. What do you need help with?”

Anne tried to let Mary’s soothing tone calm her nerves. This was just for school anyway. That was the only reason she was getting Gilbert a present.

“So, school’s doing this thing called a Secret Santa…”

“Ah yes! Blythe mentioned something about that,” Bash interrupted but quickly shut up as Mary glared at him.

“Right, and we had to pick random names out of a hat. And, well, I picked out Gilbert’s name,” Anne tried to ignore the smirk on Bash’s face. “I wasn’t really sure what to give him and I didn’t know if you both had any ideas?”

Mary thought for a moment, “Honestly, I think you’re best to ask Bash about this, he’s known Gilbert a lot longer than I have and probably knows him better than I do. I’m just going to pop this little one down for a nap and let the two of you talk.” She pushed her chair back, holding dozing Dele in her arms and left the room.

“So, you’re looking for a present to impress Blythe, Queen Anne?” He arched an eyebrow, smirk still etched upon his face.

Anne spluttered as she tried to get her words out, “I’m not trying to impress him!” She quickly said when she had managed to string a sentence together. “It’s just I wanted to make sure I was going to give him something that he would actually like, and he wouldn’t even know it was from me anyway.”

Now, that just wouldn’t do. Bash knew that his moke of a friend was in love with Anne ever since he had mentioned the fiery redhead on the ship. After meeting Anne, Bash was pretty sure that she felt the same way but both were too blind and stubborn to admit their feelings or see beyond their noses. No, he needed to come up with an idea that would lead Gilbert to thinking that Anne was the only person who could have given him something like that and he had the perfect idea.

“Didn’t you say that Matthew was starting to clean up some old, empty frames that he’d found in Green Gables?”

Anne nodded, slightly confused about where this conversation was going. “Yes, he’s loving it so far. I guess it’s something that isn’t farm work for him to focus on.”

“Perfect, just give me a second.” Bash started to rummage through some drawers before finally finding what he was looking for between pages of a book. “Aha!”

He sat back down, grinning at Anne. “There were some portraits taken of Gilbert’s father and mother. He showed me them when we first got here.” Bash carefully placed the black and white portraits on the table, facing them towards Anne. “I’ve told him to keep them out, they’re as much a part of this family as anyone living under this roof but he said that he doesn’t want them to get damaged since they aren’t framed. Maybe you can see if Matthew has two frames that might fit them.”

“Oh,” Anne’s eyes glistened with tears and she gently picked up both portraits. She could see features of both his mother and father in Gilbert. “I… if he opens them in school, I don’t want him to be upset.”

“Maybe write note for him, tell him not to open it until he’s out of school or something like that. I’m sure you can come up with something.”

Anne bit her lip thinking before slowly nodding and grinning at Bash. “This is perfect, thank you so much, Bash!” She moved her seat and around the table, giving him a hug.

“Glad to be of service! Here, put them in the book so you can take them home. I’m sure, Blythe isn’t going to miss them for a couple of days.”

It wasn’t long after that Anne ended up leaving, still not seeing Gilbert. Now that she knew what to give him, she didn’t really need to see him, but she still felt disappointed. There was no way she could stick around and wait for him. One, she knew that Bash and Mary would probably find it od if she did and two, Marilla would most definitely kill her for being late.  

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The next few days had left Anne eagerly anticipating the day where they would finally be bringing in their Secret Santa gifts to school. Matthew had been extremely helpful and found two matching frames that perfectly fitted the Blythe portraits. He’d cleaned and tidied the frames up and even let Anne help, which wasn’t something she was usually allowed to do. After helping her carefully put the portraits into the frame, Anne had wrapped them up together, tying the package with some string. She made sure that Gilbert’s name was easy to read before attaching a small note to the package, telling him to open it when he was on his own.

As she entered the school on the Secret Santa deadline, Anne started to feel a little nervous. She placed her present in the sack at the front of, Miss Stacey would place them all under the tree when everyone got in. Anne began to worry about whether Gilbert would appreciate the present or whether it would just cause him more pain. It was too late now though, more people had begun to enter the classroom and deposit their presents and there was no reversing what she had done. All Anne could do was hope that Gilbert would appreciate the present.

Just before lunch, Miss Stacey had invited the class to go to the tree and find the present with their names on it. There was a mad scramble as everyone rushed up, nearly knocking the tree over. Anne hung back a little, her nerves having not gone away from earlier in the morning.

“What’s wrong, Anne? Worried that no one bothered to get you anything?” Josie sneered as she turned back after collecting her present.

“I’m surprised to see that you were so desperate to get yours, Josie, seeing as your parents seem to get you everything you want. Some people just have a little more decorum about them.” Diana’s voice came from behind Anne as she linked arms with her bosom friend.

Everyone had decided to open their presents during lunch. Giving them more time to question who had gotten who. Anne had craned her neck trying to find where Gilbert was as she sat in a circle with the girls, but she wasn’t able to find him.

“Anne, aren’t you going to open your present?” Diana asked, tapping her on the arm.

She pulled her attention away for the time being, focusing on her friends and the wrapped present in front of her. Anne didn’t need to have three guesses to figure out who’d gifted her the three floral hair clips. She threw her arms around Diana with the biggest grin.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to do them justice, Diana. These deserve much better than my awful red hair.”

“Don’t be silly, Anne. Their beauty is only going to enhance when you wear them, I’m sure of it.”

When lunch was over, Anne kept one eye out for Gilbert entering the classroom from her seat. When he did eventually walk in, Anne couldn’t see any difference in him. He didn’t seem upset or overly happy. Just usual Gilbert and Anne wasn’t quite sure if that was a good thing or not. She’d noticed throughout their afternoon classes though that he was noticeably quieter and that did make Anne worry.

She didn’t see him when she grabbed her things before leaving either and she’d looked around for him a little while. It felt like a stone had settled in the bottom of her stomach.

He must have hated it. Or it brought up too many sad memories and he wished he hadn’t seen them. Or he thinks whoever gifted them to him is some creepy stalker who managed to break into his house and steal the portraits.

Anne had started to mutter through all the different things she thought Gilbert had running through his mind as she made her way home. She was so lost in her own thought that she hadn’t heard her name being called.

“Anne!” Gilbert jogged to catch up with her and smiled as she jumped a little. “I was calling you for a little while, is everything okay?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just got lost in my thoughts, Marilla is always yelling at me about it. Are you okay?” She asked him tentatively.

“Yeah, everything’s good, I just wanted to say thank you.”

“For?” Anne asked, furrowing her brow.

“The present for Secret Santa.”

Anne’s mouth dropped open, “H-How did you know…?”

Gilbert grinned at her, “I could tell that it was your handwriting, Anne. I don’t think there’s anyone in this class that has better penmanship. But really thank you so much for the present, it means a lot.”

Anne stopped and looked up at him. “Did you really like them? I didn’t want to bring up any bad memories, but it might be nice for you to be able to have them up somewhere in the house or in your room, maybe? And because they’re framed you don’t need to worry about them being damaged.” She began to babble, unable to stop herself.

“Anne, really,” Gilbert placed a hand on her arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It really is the perfect gift and I’m so glad that you were the one to give it to me.”

The stone that Anne had felt in her stomach felt like it had turn to butterflies. The place Gilbert had placed his hand felt like it was buzzing, and she couldn’t make it stop. All she was able to do for a second was just smile up at him.

“Would you mind if I walk you home?” Gilbert asked a little bashfully. He didn’t want to ruin this moment between them, but he also didn’t want to end the time that he had with her.

Anne bit her lip for a second, contemplating his offer. If Ruby or Josie ever found out, then she would never hear the end of it. That used to be a big enough deterrent for her but lately, she found that not even that was enough to pull her away from Gilbert.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” And that was the first time that Anne was able to be fully honest about any semblance of feelings she had for Gilbert Blythe.

And as they walked to Green Gables, their hands more than accidentally brushing each other’s, Gilbert thought that maybe this red headed girl, who had given him the best Christmas present, might just give him a chance. Someday.

[ursulaklegay]

its so scary to put yourself out there but a SINGLE message saying "hi i loved what you made it touched me in some way" makes it all worth it 10000%

[arosnowflake]

My biggest tip for fanfic writers is this: if you get a character's mannerisms and speech pattern down, you can make them do pretty much whatever you want and it'll feel in character.

Logic: Characters, just like real people, are mallable. There is typically very little that's so truly, heinously out of character that you absolutely cannot make it work under any circumstance. In addition, most fans are also willing to accept characterization stretches if it makes the fic work. Yeah, we all know the villain and the hero wouldn't cuddle for warmth in canon. But if they did do that, how would they do it?

What counts is often not so much 'would the character do this?' and more 'if the character did do this, how would they do it?' If you get 'how' part right, your readers will probably be willing to buy the rest, because it will still feel like their favourite character. But if it doesn't feel like the character anymore, why are they even reading the fic?

Worry less about whether a character would do something, and more about how they'd sound while doing it.