They post all kinds of fics (one shot, long, series, etc) and there are some settled after season 3 and what could happen on season 4.

One I can think of now is The Secret of Distance, by Tessa. You can chek her tumblr here and her ao3 page here.

Hope this helps!! :)

Hello! Thank you so much for helping :)

I’m sure the recommendations and Twitter thread will be very helpful and all of these look great!

@ the anon who asked for shirbert fics, I hope this helps

thanks for sending in an ask!

Hello, thank you so much for helping out! (and your English is great!)

@ the anon who asked for fics I really hope you see this :)

Hello! Unfortunately, I do not read/know of any shirbert fics at all. But maybe someone who sees this can help you out! 

do you guys have any recommendations for shirbert fics? or do you know of a masterlist/compilation of recommendations that exists? 

thank you so much for asking me and I’m sorry I couldn’t be of any help :(

This one is for @anneshirlxy. I fixed it.

Tags: Angst. Mentions of blood. Happily Ever After 

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Gilbert coughed, the handkerchief pressed to his mouth coming away bloody. Anne dabbed his sweaty forehead with a cool cloth, eyes trained on the doctor across from her. 

“He’s going to be alright, isn’t he?” Anne half begged, half asked. Dr. Meage, the new physician in Carmody, frowned, and placed his stethoscope in his black doctor’s bag, motioning with his head towards the door. 

Abandoning her cloth, she joined him in the doorway. 

“I’m afraid it’s bad, my dear.  He’s strong though that lad of yours. If he makes it through the night... Well it’s best to say your goodbyes now, my dear. Before it’s too late.” 

He patted her shoulder in what was supposed to be comfort, but felt like the shadow hand of death coming to claim her dearest love. 

Barely noting the doctor’s leaving, Anne sunk down into her chair, hand pressed over her mouth. 

“No,” she murmured, over and over. “No, no no.” The world moved back and forth, seesawing with her shaking head. 

Gilbert shifted next to her, trying to catch her gaze. 

“Anne,” he gasped, interrupted by a fit of coughing, “Marry me.” 

It took her a second to understand. “What?” She half laughed, half breathed.

“Marry me, now.” 

“No, you’re going to get through this. You’ll get better and you’ll be ready for our wedding in a month. This is just a... a setback. It’s just...”

“Anne... Anne. We...both... know... i... won’t... make... it. Better to.. do it... now. Just in case.”

“Gilbert.” She stopped, turning to window as a few tears slipped down her cheeks. She didn’t want him to see her pain at his request. Ever since he’d proposed, she’d had visions of her wedding in the old Blythe Orchard, amid the blossoms and the birds. A gathering of their family and friends. Laughter. A new life. 

Not grief and death. 

She loved him, she did. And if this was to be his final request, then how could she refuse?

“Yes, I’ll do it.” She turned back to him. “I’ll marry you now. But we don’t have rings.”

Gilbert attempted a smile, a ghoulish grimace. “I’ll marry you... with paper rings... if I have--” The handkerchief gained more blood. 

Anne nodded, and went to leave. “Wait, Anne. I gotta tell you...  going from rivals to friends to this...has been the best moments of my life."

" Oh Gilbert." Anne returned to his side, knelt, and kissed his hand once, twice, and a third time before rising. She walked backwards holding onto his hand until the last possible second. 

Anne made her way downstairs. Hazel bustled around the kitchen, with Bash, Elijah and Delphine clustered around the table. Bash rose at Anne’s appearance. 

“I need you to go for the minister, Bash.”

Hazel looked at her sharply. “He’s that close to death to need his last rites?” She questioned.

“No.” Anne inhaled, steadying herself, holding back her emotions. “No, I need him to perform a wedding.” 

Inspired by Paper Rings by Taylor Swift. Oh yeah, trigger warning for death. All writing done on my phone so please forgive mistakes.

Dandelion Rings

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Gilbert laid in his death bed. Anne approached the doctor, begging him.

"Please, tell me he'll live."

" Sorry my dear. It's best you say your goodbyes now, before it's too late"

He grasped her by the shoulder as a reassurance but it felt like the hand of death, coming for her love.

" No, " Anne gasped sinking down next to Gilbert. " no no no."

"Anne, "he breathed, turning to face her. " Marry me now."

"But but we don't have rings!"

Gilbert tried to smile but instead came out as a grimace "Ill marry you with paper rings."

Anne nodded then ran to the door. "Bash, run get the minister. "

Bash hesitated. "He doesn't need his last rights yet, Anne."

Anne shook her head. "No I need him to marry us."

Bash's expression froze in shock, then dissolved into a mixture of joy and sadness. " Of course! I'll grab the Cuthberts and Diana as well."

" Thank you."

Anne went back to Gilbert's side.

" Anne," he whispered. "i don't like it when things don't go as planned but going from rivals to friends to this...has been the best moments of my life"

" Oh Gilbert." Anne kissed his hand once, twice, and a third time before laying it in her lap.

Having an idea, she slipped from the room when he was asleep, finding dandelions in the grass. Carefully she fashioned two rings out of the stems.

Soon enough the minister arrived, consternation marking his brow. "are you two sure you want to get married now?"

Gilbert nodded, awakened by Anne. She answered for him "Yes minister, we're sure. "

"Have you the rings?" Anne handed him the two stem rings.

"They're not shiny, but they'll do just fine for us, " Anne smiled, feeling tears course down her cheeks.

The minister nodded. "Do you, Anne Shirley Cuthbert, take Gilbert John Blythe, as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer till death do you part? "

Anne gasped in a sob, nodding. " I do"

He turned to Gilbert. "Do you, Gilbert John Blythe take Anne Shirley Cuthbert, as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer till death do you part?"

Gilbert's reply was faint but strong. " I do"

"Then before God and these witnesses I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride. "

Anne turned to Gilbert and embraced him. " I don't want to get you sick," he whispered in her ear.

" I don't care" She said back right before placing her lips on his. It wasn't the kiss they normally shared, with love and tenderness heat and passion but filled with all the bittersweetness of the moment, of a long goodbye.

After pulling away, she embraced her family members and saw the minister to the door.

When she returned to Gilbert's side, she crawled into bed next to him, holding him to her.

" I've got you and I won't let you go. Sleep." She whispered to her husband. Soon she heard his breathing steady, with that frightening rattle.

Eventually, Anne dozed. When the gray dawn light came through the window, Anne turned to Gilbert.

"Gil, wake up. "

Part I

“Oh I’m so excited! Your cake is definitely going to win the grand prize Mary, I just know it!” Anne gushed, escorting her friend around the fair stalls.

“Oh, Anne, hush! If I win it that would be mighty grand but there are others that are deserving too.”

“Will you teach me to bake? I mean, Marilla has started to, but since I’m not allowed to touch the oven less I burn a pie again, having a mentor would do wonders for my baking skills.”

Anne glared at a man who shook his head disgustingly at Mary, going out of his way to make a wide berth from the two women.

“Of course! It would do me good to have some company while the boys are outside having all the fun. And maybe you could finally show up Gilbert in something; his cooking skills are horrendous. The first day he cooked, I could hardly swallow it down, the consistency was so… off.”

Anne laughed, the peals blending in with the noise of the fair, of the joy and merriment of the county folk, the hawkers, and the ringing of bells.

Mary continued, encouraged by Anne’s laughter. “The first day I met Sebastian he begged me for some breakfast. Turns out he needed real cooking since Gilbert’s was so bad.”

“What was that?” Gilbert had come up behind them. He was grinning. “I heard someone mention me?”

The two women started laughing again. “Just your cooking.” Mary told him, patting his arm. Sebastian made an appearance then holding two ice cream cones. He handed one to his wife and then stole her arm from Anne, tucking it in the crook of his.

Anne turned to Gilbert who presented her with a cone of her own. “For the lady,” he said gallantly with a mock bow. Anne inclined her head with exaggerated solemnity. “I thank you, good and faithful knight. I will graciously accept your token of fealty.”

They both missed the newlywed’s knowing looks and shared humor.

Anne dug into her cone, the vanilla sweetness exploding on her tongue. Since coming to Green Gables sweets and well cooked food had become a staple, but ice cream was still a rare delicacy.

Gilbert offered her his arm but Anne didn’t see it, intent on her tasty treat. She missed the flash of disappointment that crossed Gilbert’s face. They trailed after the Lacroix’s, matching step for step.

“Come win a prize for your lady, young man!” A man tending a shooting game called to Gilbert. Anne went a little red and glanced at Gilbert. He shrugged it off, giving the man a shake of his head.

“Maybe another time,” the man grumbled, eyeing the two teenagers for a moment before he moved on to the people behind them.

“Two o’clock! Pastry judging to commence at two o’clock!” A herald called as they passed, his bright red and white striped uniform making him easy to see. Anne turned to Gilbert.

“Let’s go see how Mary’s cake did! And I bet Marilla will take first prize again for the seventh year in a row for her plum puffs. Sometimes I ought to get her to experiment, try something new. I fear she’s a one trick pony, only able to deliver perfection with one type of pastry.”

“Perhaps she’s waiting for the day for someone to rise to the occasion and give her some competition.” Gilbert remarked.

Anne nodded. “I supposed so Just like Matthew and his nemesis Jack.”

“Nemesis?” Gilbert asked, amused.

“Of course. Archenemy or rival would be a decent epitaph but I prefer nemesis .”

Gilbert crossed his arms, entertained by Anne’s passionate decree. “Does that mean you regard us as nemesis?”

Anne frowned, caught a little in Gilbert’s query. “No. Not really. ‘Bedfellows’ is a much better term for us.”

Gilbert raised his eyebrows at the word, his mind flashing unbidden to Anne, in his bed, her hair unbound, a sheet the only thing maintaining her modesty, her cool grey eyes beckoning to him to join her.

He shook himself hastily from the thought, his starched collar suddenly hot. “Not... friends?” The word seemingly inadequate due to the direction of his thoughts.

“Happy Easter!” Anne gave her bosom friend a hug, sitting down beside her in class.

“To you too!” Diana returned.

Anne brandished a posy of wildflowers, giggling. “For your table, Madame.”

“Oh Anne,” Diana breathed. “The trilliums are blooming! I do wish I could go with you to pick more of them, but Mother wants me to come home right after school. We’re going to Carmody tonight to spend it with my cousins.”

Anne’s countenance fell. “You mean, you’re not coming to Easter dinner?”

Diana glanced around and lowered her voice. “No. And you should’ve heard the things Father said. It made me so angry I had to go to my room to scream into my pillow.”

“They won’t allow you to come?”

“No.” Diana sounded so dejected.

“I want this Easter to be perfect for Mary. She’s made Sebastian so happy! I just wish you could make it.”

Diana squeezed Anne’s hand. “Perhaps next year things will be different.”

Miss Stacy called the class to attention and their conversation ended.

-

Easter morning dawned bright and clear, with the crow of a rooster and the lowing of milk cows. The Snow Queen finally sprang forth her blossoms, showering Anne’s gable room full of starry white petals.

“Happy Easter to you, dear Snow Queen!” Anne called out her window, finishing tying her braids.

Down below she noticed a horse trotting up the drive. It was Gilbert Blythe. Anne took a quiet moment to really assess her rival. He was really quite handsome, having left boyhood behind, and looked all manly at the moment astride his horse.

Gilbert dismounted, and, noticing Anne in her window, waved. Ashamed at being caught, Anne drew back and slammed her window closed.

As she made her way down the stairs she could hear Gilbert’s voice.

“I’m here to retrieve whatever  foodstuffs you are providing for Easter dinner.”

Marilla answered him back. “The shepherd’s pie isn’t quite done, so we’ll bring it along when we come over later. Anne,” Marilla said, spotting the latter as she entered the kitchen. “Will you fetch that pie I made last night? And a few of those fruit preserves, please.”

Anne did as she was bid, and quick as naught, had an old sturdy basket filled with food looped over Gilbert’s arm.

“We’ll be over there after church. Now get, get, or you’ll be late!” Marilla shooed Gilbert out the door goodnaturedly. “Are you ready for church, Anne?”

Anne twirled, showing off the new dress Marilla had made her. It was green-- a dark green like an evergreen tree-- with accents of gingham at the wrist, hem, and yoke. “I love it, Marilla.”

“I’m glad.” Marilla sighed, glancing out the window. “There’s Matthew with the buggy now. Let me pull the shepherd’s pie out of the oven and we’ll be off.” Marilla set the dish on the warm stove, covering it with a cloth. “There, that will keep it warm until we return.”

“Is it alright if I go over early to help Mary?” Anne asked.

“After church, mind you. Now grab your coat and let’s be off.”

-

Anne walked with Gilbert to his home. “Lovely service. I’m sad that Bash and Mary couldn’t make it.”

Gilbert glanced aside at her. “You know that it’s just an excuse, right?”

Anne raised an eyebrow, scoffing. “I remember that first Sunday. I thought the minister would die from apoplexy there on the spot! I think it so shameful that some folks discriminate. And especially a minister who preaches we’re all equal in God’s eyes! Being banned from the church just because the color of their skin... Oh and don’t get me started on Diana’s parents.”

“They sent a note declining Mary’s invitation.” Gilbert added, glowering and shaking his head. “Within all the flourishing and fancy language, it wasn’t hard to detect the real reason. We all know they won’t come because Bash and Mary are black. It’s disgusting.”

Together they trudged through the mud in the path. A silence fell on the pair, but while in the past it would have made Anne uncomfortable, right now she felt at ease. Was their rivalry truly at an end? Could they perhaps, be friends?

Somehow, that word wasn’t adequate enough to describe her relationship with Gilbert. Her and Diana were friends , and her and Ruby were friends as well in a similar way. Same with Cole and Aunt Jo. Kindred Spirits and friends all rolled into one.

She and Gilbert were friends not in that way. They were different but she couldn’t put her finger at how...

Anne, frustrated at how the right word eluded her, wasn’t watching where her footsteps were landing, and she stumbled over a hidden branch.

“Careful,” admonished Gilbert with a little laugh, catching her elbow to steady her.

“Thanks.” He let go and, strangely, Anne mourned the loss of his touch.