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gilbert and bash + the moment they Knew

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remember when John Blythe took one look at Anne Shirley and probably thought “well my daughter in-laws lovely”

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Evening Stars

I finally did it!! Here's the first chapter of the fanfic I said I would write, thank you so much @delphinelacroix @pauciloxuent and @bleuaceofsparrows for being my betas! I'll post this on ao3 but first I want to figure out the tags I want to use.

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Chapter I

It’s around midnight, and they’re still talking.

princess_cordelia: I can’t believe we talked to each other for the whole day, it’s already midnight!

the_good_doctor: Well, I guess I lose track of time when I’m talking to you.

Anne can’t control the smile on her face. Whoever this guy is, he always knows the right thing to say to make her smile.

princess_cordelia: I’m getting really tired, I think I’m going to go to sleep. Goodnight, talk to you tomorrow.

the_good_doctor: Nooooo, don’t leave me alone in the dark of the night.

princess_cordelia: I’m not leaving you, I’m going to sleep. You should do the same, don’t want you looking like a zombie in school tomorrow morning.

the_good_doctor: If you say so… Goodnight, sleep well

princess_cordelia: You too

She turns her computer off and goes to sleep, wondering who could be on the other side of the screen.

It all started around a month ago when she went to the Queens University website and saw that she could talk to other future students. So she decided to create an account to make new friends and possibly a kindred spirit. Unfortunately, it didn’t go that well. Most of the people she talked to weren’t that interesting and some of them weren't exactly looking for a friend.

Until one day, when she found this profile of a boy who seemed pretty interesting to talk to. Anne eventually found out that they go to the same school. The only problem is that she has no idea about his identity. The accounts are created under a username and for some reason, she never bothered to ask who he was.

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Anne is at the library studying with her bosom friend Diana. Miss Stacy gave them a lot of homework and they were using the extra time to study.

“Have you heard about Jane’s Halloween party?” Diana asked as she gave up on her math homework

“Isn't Halloween still two weeks away?” Anne answers, not looking away from her notebook.

“I mean, it is, but everyone is already talking about it.” Diana moves closer to her friend, lowering her voice, “Do you think your prince charming is going?”

Anne can feel her cheeks getting as red as her hair and starts to really regret telling Diana about her mysterious penpal.

“He’s not my prince charming.” She raises her head. “And to answer your question, no, we haven't talked about it.”

Diana checks the time on her phone. “I have to go, or else I'll be late for my piano class. We'll talk about this later.” She gets up and gathers all her stuff.

Anne hugs her friend goodbye “Have fun at the piano class.”

“You know I won't. I'll text you when I'm done.”

Anne ponders going home too, but she knows she's more productive in the library than at home. And there is still a lot of undone schoolwork.

A few minutes pass when she feels someone touching her shoulder; it’s Gilbert Blythe, her academic rival. “Do you mind if I sit here? There aren't any other free chairs.”

Anne looks around and notices he’s right; the library is, in fact, crowded with people. Avonlea has a really small library.

She moves her stuff to the side. “Sure.”

Anne doesn't really know what to think of Gilbert. When she first met him, she completely hated him because once he made fun of her hair. Which led Anne to hit him in the face with a big binder.

However, things are different now. They aren’t exactly friends, but Anne now allows herself to have a conversation or two with Gilbert.

“So,” Gilbert starts as he unpacks his stuff. “Have you studied for tomorrow’s geography test?”

Anne freezes, oh no.

“Don’t tell me you forgot about it,” the boy says, holding back a smile.

“What? No, of course I didn't.”

She did, in fact, forget about it. But there's no way she's letting Gilbert Blythe know that.

“I just realized how late it is, Marilla told me to be home before dinner,” she lies.

“If you say so. See you tomorrow then,” Gilbert says.

“See ya,” Anne says while dashing out of the library. Green Gables isn't that far from there so she can easily walk between the two places. Well, in this case, run between the two places.

Five minutes later she arrives home, heading directly to her room. The redhead starts studying, only stopping once because Marilla insisted that she had to eat dinner. Anne got almost no sleep that night, only closing her eyes one hour before she had to wake up. She guessed one hour of sleep is better than none.

The day felt more like a year. The test didn't go that bad but obviously the lack of studying was noticed. When she gets home the first thing she does is go straight to her bed and sleep.

She sleeps for hours until she wakes up hungrier than ever, so she goes downstairs as quietly as possible to have some of the dinner leftovers. When she comes back to her room she checks her phone and notices that she has a text from the Queen's boy.

the_good_doctor: Hey, is everything alright? You haven't answered any of my texts, did I do anything wrong?

No, no, no, Anne wants to apologize for worrying him. In person would be the best way but she can’t do that given to the fact she has no idea who he is. She decides to write an e-mail instead. So she begins:

“I'm so incredibly sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you for two days, what happened was that I forgot I had a test today so I spent yesterday night studying, I hardly got any sleep. So today when I got home the first thing I did was go to bed, I just woke up. By now you are probably already asleep, but I hope you forgive me. You didn't do anything wrong, I should've said something. Sorry I worried you.”

Yeah, that'll work. It's almost 1 am, he'll probably only see it in the morning.

Or so she thought because a few minutes later she gets a text from him. What the heck is that boy doing this late at night?

the_good_doctor: A lot of people seem to be forgetting about their tests lately. Anyway, I'm not mad, I was just worried. So what are you doing up so late?

That’s a weird thing to say, how many people does he know that forgot about the test dates?

princess_cordelia: What do you mean? Also, I should be the one asking that question. I slept for the entire afternoon. It's obvious I can't sleep now, so what are you doing up so late?

the_good_doctor: Ignore it. Okay, fair enough, I was actually about to fall asleep, you were the one to wake me up, but honestly, I don't mind waking up if it’s to your texts.

princess_cordelia: Don’t be ridiculous, I’m sorry I woke you up.

the_good_doctor: It´s fine, don´t worry about it. How was your day?

And just like that, they talk until it’s almost 3am and they both decide it’s better to go to sleep. Even if neither of them wanted to stop talking, it was too late and it started to get difficult to keep their eyes open.

In the morning Anne overslept, waking up to Marilla’s voice demanding her to get out of bed to which she reluctantly obeyed.

The weekend ended three times faster than it started and suddenly, much to Anne’s despair, it was Monday again.

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Anne: *saying awkward things*

Gilbert’s mind: /are you trying to propose to me, miss?/

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when you finally get your man

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i still think about that one moment where matthew saw the carved alphabet on the barn and jerry was ashamed thinking matthew was going to think he was slacking but the next day matthew gave anne's old board to jerry and they didn't say anything but there was so much love and connection in that one wordless scene because jerry never asks for more and when someone offers him more without wanting anything in return... its love and its found family and i'm-

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Dear Anne, Since we are parting ways, perhaps forever, I feel I must unburden my heart. You are the fond object of my affection and my desire, you and you alone are the keeper of the key to my heart. Please, don’t be alarmed, I don’t expect your favor, but I can’t in good conscience not reveal myself. I’m 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. 

With love, Gilbert. 

P. S. Thanks for the pen. Good luck at Queens.

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Gilbert *is she the one I should marry* Blythe and Anne *i was Elizabeth dancing with Mr.Darcy* Shirley are perfect for each other

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the way Gilbert talks about Anne when she’s not around #goals

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i like shiny things but i’d marry you with paper rings, darling you’re the one i want

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till the morning light (oh my my my)

Authors note: about an hour and a half ago, Mary's Song by Taylor Swift came on, inspiration struck and I immediately wrote this.

Summary: Anne assumes that her and Gilbert courting means their days of arguing are over. She's wrong.

"Take me back to the time we had our very first fight, the slamming of doors instead of kissing goodnight." - Taylor Swift, Mary's Song

Anne wouldn't dare admit it, but she honestly could not pinpoint what exactly it was that turned their pleasant evening stroll into a shouting match. Perhaps it had to do with the female peer that seemed to make an appearance in every story Gilbert told of his time in Toronto. Or maybe when her new beau complimented the pin in her hair she should not have mentioned that it was a gift from Roy. Or, most likely, this was the first time they were alone together since their first kisses in front of her boarding house at Queens, and while she may have assumed their newfound courtship would be the end of their incessant arguing, they were still two of the most passionate individuals on the entire island.

Truthfully, the long weekend had began marvelously. They had made plans via letters for Gilbert to meet her outside Blackmore House Friday afternoon so they could have a picnic together before taking the train back to Avonlea. When Anne made the mistake of letting this slip to Ruby, she insisted they have a double-date with her and Moody and soon enough their picnic came to include all of the Queens students from Avonlea. Luckily, Anne was able to sneak off and meet him at the ferry, so they were able to steal a few kisses before the interrogation disguised as a picnic began.

One would think the rehashing of all the misunderstandings which delayed what now seemed to be their inevitable romance would.ve lead the hot-tempered girl and teasing boy into a row, but they only shared knowing smiles as their friends cackled at the irony of it all. While Anne had feared the relationship that seemed to come so easily when writing would feel stiff and awkward in person, this picnic lulled her into a false sense of security. When she put the finishing touches on the flower crown on her lap, she plopped it onto Gilbert's head, allowing her hands to linger under the guise of adjusting it. As she attempted to withdraw her hands, he caught one and held to his cheek, before turning his head and pressing a kiss to her palm. Gilbert showed her affecting in such a way that it seemed as natural to him as breathing, and while it still made Anne blush she knew she never wanted it to stop. As he lowered he hand back to her side, Anne' face reddened even more as the girls let out a chorus of shrieks, but she did not let their teasing stop her from linking her pinky with his as both their hands rested on the grass.

When Gilbert offered to carry her suitcase to the train station, she could sense her bosom friend tense in preparation for the redhead to go on a tirade about how she was fully capable. In lieu of that, Anne simply placed her own hand in the one he had outstretched. At the train station, Josie insisted the girls needed to sit separately from the boys as to debrief. While Gilbert seemed to pout at this for a moment, she could hear his laughter from the other end of the car as he and the boys joked around. While the boys appeared to be having a good time, the girls seemed laser focused on getting more details from Anne. After absentmindedly nodding along to all the girls coo about how sweet the new couple was, and ignoring the occasional snide comment about the lack of propriety, she felt a nudge at her arm.

"Anne, I was just saying how I think this is the longest I've ever seen you and Gilbert go without fighting. I feel as if I've witnessed a miracle." The curious twinkle in her dearest friend's eyes as she repeated herself told Anne that this was a question, not an observation.

"Oh Diana, Gilbert and I are not children anymore. My days of shouting at the boy are over, we've learned to talk through any disagreements we may have rather than bickering like children."

It only took twenty four hours for her to contradict this statement. Anne had agreed to join the Lacroix-Blythe household for dinner Saturday night. Gilbert had been over at Green Gables that morning, but since he had run into Mrs. Lynde on his way over the two were unable to get a moment alone. Despite the sharp eye of their self-appointed chaperone, Anne could not stop herself from pecking Gilbert on the cheek as thanks for the flowers he presented her with. Both he and Rachel followed her into the kitchen as she searched for a vase to put it in. When she tried and failed to reach for one on the top shelf, her beau used it as an excuse to step slightly closer than would typically deem appropriate. Before the older woman could voice her disapproval, Gilbert spoke.

"Need help a little help, Carrots?"

Anne could hear Mrs. Lynde stop her objection to the 'impropriety' before it began. With a stifled laugh, she realized her neighbor was preparing for Anne to explode at the mention of her read hair. Everyone in town knew what happened last time he called her that name. At the realization that everyone she knew seemed to think Anne incapable of controlling her temper when in came to Gilbert, Anne could no longer contain her giggle.

"Yes, please." She of course only said this after pointedly rolling her eyes at him, though it did not anger her when it only made his smile grow.

When she arrived for dinner, Bash opened the door with his daughter on his hip. He smirked as he informed her that 'lover-boy' was in the kitchen. When she remarked back that she was actually only here to see Delly, he let out a loud laugh before leading her into the kitchen. His laughter only halted when Gilbert purposely soaked them both with water from the rag he was using to clean one of the pots Hazel had presumably cooked dinner in. Anne noted with amusement that Bash was among those who had heard of her temper when it came to his brother. Happy to surprise another of their friends, she responded by coming up next to him, filling her own hands with water and then throwing it at Gilbert as the couple both laughed. She could've sworn she heard Bash say under his breath that he preferred their fighting to their being disgustingly in love.

All of this is to say, the first twenty fours they spent reunited truly seemed to be perfect, perhaps the most perfect twenty four hours Anne had experienced since the day they first kissed and her adoptive parents gave her the missing piece of the puzzle about her biological ones. This made it all the more surprising when it ended not with a kiss goodnight, but with the both of them shouting about absolutely nothing.

"I don't know what I ever saw in you Gilbert Blythe" She said, loudly enough to properly convey her anger, but quietly enough as to not disturb Matthew and Marilla, who she could tell were asleep by their dark windows. One would think this same logic would stop her from slamming the door, but Gilbert was incredibly talented way of making the redhead act entirely illogically.

Likely awaken by the loud noise, Matthew opened his bedroom door.

"Anne? Is something the matter?"

At this, the girl the girl merely groaned before stomping up the stairs. By the time she reached her room, all the anger had drained from her and only left regret in it's place. That is how Anne ended up spending the night pacing the wood floor pondering just where things had gone wrong. It did not take her long to decide she needed to make things right with Gilbert, and it took all herself restraint not to head to his house at that very instance. Instead, she tries and fails to get some sleep. As soon as she sees to the sun begin to awaken, she decides she cannot wait any longer.

Once she has gotten dressed she races down the stairs and out the door, only turning a round when she realizes she should probably leave a note saying where she has gone. What she sees when she does fills her with an intense rush of warmth and affection. Gilbert is sat on her porch with his head leaned against the wall next to the door, sleeping. Quietly, as to not wake him she sits besides him and leans her head against his shoulder. When she feels him stir slightly, part of her expects him to pull away, Instead, he returns the gesture and rests his head atop hers. Before she can even think, she hears herself whisper.

"I love you." Not counting the ill-fated letter she wrote him, they had yet to actually say these words to eachother, Sure, they often signed their letters "with love", however that did not seem to be the same as verbalizing those three words. Anne does not have to much time to worry about what she just said, as his reply comes quickly.

"I love you too, Anne-girl." As he says it, he intertwines their hands. She takes this opportunity to bring them to her lips, and quickly kiss the birthmark on his knuckle before settling their hands in her lap.

"I'd say let's never fight again, but if we didn't argue I think we wouldn't be us."

With a chuckle he replies, "No, I suppose we wouldn't be."

They settle into a comfortable silence, finding themselves both dozing off as they watch the sunrise.

"You stayed outside, till the morning light." - Taylor Swift, Mary's Song

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Gilbert: I can have any girl at this school that I want

Anne: *smashes a slate on his head and vows to never speak to him*

Gilbert: That one, I want that one

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rip anne shirley cuthbert you would have loved hozier

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You just know that when Katniss publishes her book Peeta has a stack on the bakery counter that he pushes every customer to buy.

“But Mr. Mellark I can’t read!” “Your mommy can read it to you!”

“Peeta I already have a copy,” “you can have two! It makes for a great harvest gift.”

“I’m not gonna buy mom’s book, dad” “but she’s your mother!” “I already have a copy!”

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Imagine reading the entire Hunger Games trilogy, spending 1000+ pages with Katniss Everdeen and her fierce love for her family and friends, and then coming to the indefensible conclusion she doesn't love her children. Imagine reading the epilogue with the "joy" of her children along with the "terror" of the world after all she'd seen and saying "yeah, this is a woman who doesn't love her children."

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never before seen pic of Josh at the Eras Tour in New Orleans (because it’s one my student took and emailed me at 1am)

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i love that the first thing peeta ever says to katniss, the first thing ever spoken directly between them, is, “it’s okay. i’ll take it from here.” (thg, 48)

the first words he speaks to her are looking out for her. helping her. making sure she’s comfortable. already starting a non-transactional relationship with her that she needs so desperately.