"I can't do this, Gil. I can't open this door. What it it's too late? What if we came all this way only to find it was all for naught, because she... she..." A story in which Gilbert's health remains perfectly fine, but that's not enough to bring Anne peace. Alternate ending to AotI. Shirbert.

Anne Shirley has never been one to throw swearwords around carelessly - but then again, we all slip sometimes. She just really isn't sure how to feel about the fact that whenever she does, Gilbert Blythe is there to listen. Shirbert, Modern AU.

It was only a week before Gilbert would leave for Kingsport and not much more before Anne would go to Summerside herself - and yet, it could be nothing but the happiest week of their lives so far. The week when they got engaged. Shirbert, post Anne of the Island.

"She was a mistress of her own fate, ready to curve her own future. She was a fighter, refusing to give in to her own, cruel demons. And no one could take it away from her, not anymore, neither with words or deeds, because right now she felt strong enough to stand up for herself. If only Gilbert didn't spoil it with his jokes." Shirbert, Anne with an E.

On her night of Revelation Anne realised she could no longer stay idle, resolving to write to her dearest, dying friend instead. Yes, she would write. She would write as if she would speak to him, openly and clearly, honestly and bravely. She would tell him everything he needed to know – everything she needed to tell. Even if he was never going to read it. Shirbert, books versed.

"I don't like orchids. They seem exotic and proud, not to mention, for me they will always be the flowers Roy gave you. And you don't like them, either." When Anne and Gil talk of flowers and friends, memories and dreams, of joy and hurt and uncertainty. Set during Anne of Windy Poplars, shirbert, books-versed.

"She blinked repeatedly as she stared at her unexpected, uninvited and yet most welcome guest. She eyed him from top to toe and back, feeling her jaw lower at the sight and only half-consciously hoping that she wouldn't start drooling at some point. Gilbert was at her door. Alone. Smiling. And he was okay." Or a little alternative for Green Gables Fables Shirbert get-together.

"It was the dreams, the nightmares that came to her every time as she as much as closed her eyes. No, not dreams; not nightmares, even. Memories." Just a short story about the life worth living. Anne with an E versed.

"What had he expected? That he really would get the chance to walk Anne home for the rest of his sorry life? As if one time wasn't a miracle enough!" Or a story in which Anne and Gilbert decide to discuss why they've become friends in the first place. Shirbert, Anne with an E versed.

Everyone thought Gilbert was a lucky kid. Shame he never felt that way. Anne with an E, Jerry/Gilbert friendship with shirbert references.