the forest can be scary sometimes !! can we get Anna comforting her s/o who can’t sleep because of spooky noises outside ??
i love your work sm <3 seeing it on the tl always brightens my day :)
(Eight months down the line, here you go <3)
Anna, You and Disconcerting Forest Noises
Howling, screeching, roaring... Every creature roaming the forest at night sounds unbelievably hostile. The day seems so tranquil in comparison, the little squirrels scurrying atop the trees, cubs and kits sleeping peacefully by the trunks, play-fighting and curled up by their mothers. Now, it sounds like a bestial warzone.
You had hoped the beating of the rain outside the cottage would drown out the violent cacophony, only for your ears to be greeted with the crackling of lighting and thunder.
Anna is sound asleep beside you, a strong arm draped around your waist loosely, gentle breaths fanning the back of your head. Careful not to stir her, you slither out from underneath her hold and tip-toe to the kitchen, pouring a glass of water, knowing you won’t be joining her in slumber any time soon.
To pass the time, you fidget with the various trinkets dotted about the cottage. You straighten the masks hanging proudly from the pegs above Anna’s workstation, changing the murky pot of water she uses to rinse her paintbrushes. You re-organise the kitchen drawers. You pick up your lover’s Russian dictionary, hoping to test your knowledge of the language. Just as you find a word you recognise, the book is plucked from your grasp, scaring the daylight out of you.
“What’re you doing up?” Anna murmurs from behind you, voice slurring with sleep. She tosses the leather-bound book onto the sofa before effortlessly lifting you into a bridal carry.
You rest your head against her shoulder with a sigh. “Too loud to sleep,” you mutter, head heavy from exhaustion even if your mind won’t allow you to rest.
A ferocious roar echoes through the cottage windows, evoking a shiver from you, which Anna notices.
“Scared?” she chuckles. Groaning, you weakly slap her chest, making her grin. Anna sweetly kisses your forehead. “Definitely scared.”
“Forgive me for not revelling in the angry sounds of creatures that can kill me,” you complain, allowing her to carry you back to the bedroom.
“You know you are perfectly safe here, милашка.” She lays you down on the bed, rolling onto the other side. Within seconds you’re nestled in her arms, legs tangled and chest-to-chest. “I will protect,” she whispers.
Smiling, you run your fingers through her bedhead; she began to grow the top of her buzzcut since you started cutting her hair, leaving the short dark hair adorably tousled. “I know, Anna. It’s just unsettling.” Her large hands trace soothing patterns on your back through your nightshirt - her shirt - and you relax slightly.
“It is Mother Nature,” she hums. “Without ecosystem, there would be no rabbits. No squirrels. Too many predators, not enough prey.” Listening intently, you bury your face in the crook of her neck. “This is sound of balance.”
You hum pensively. “Why are they so loud tonight, though?”
Anna tugs the thick woolly blanket over your shoulders, keeping you snug and warm. “Boar mating season,” she explains. “Boar must attract sow, fight for mate. Wakes up all the other animals in the process. A wolf hears, thinks there is predator, howls to his pack to safeguard.”
Her absentminded caresses gradually lull your eyelids shut. “That’s pretty interesting.” You half-yawn, half-chuckle, “So I won’t get mauled in my sleep?”
“Not unless you leave me for pig, no,” Anna laughs, kissing the top of your head.
The soft vibrations of her laughter rumble against you. Slowly, slowly, the chorus of beasts meddles with the steady rainfall, a haze sweeping over your mind.
“Сладких снов¹,” Anna whispers at some point during your descent. With a soft smile, you finally slip away into slumber.
here is something I started Sept. 2020 and finally revisited.
I know a lot of people interpret Anna as having the brain of a child but I disagree with that for a lot of reasons and refuse to write her as such. From her lore, she is intelligent but lacks certain life experiences. Combining this with her mental state from being alone in the forest since her mother died, I view her as being someone who has a very simple, black-and-white view of life, but who is still able to comprehend her surroundings and make intelligent decisions. She has a morbid sense of humor, is a quick learner, has an understanding of her family's customs and culture (as stated in quite a few outfit descriptions), keen survival instincts, and very protective and nurturing inclinations (though living by herself for so long and becoming accustomed to the wilderness has left her ignorant of children's vulnerability to the elements). Long story short, these are the traits I focus on when writing her, not her ignorance of certain things due to her lack of life experiences outside of the forest.
Anyway, enjoy this short oneshot! It's from Anna's perspective (Third Person) with a female reader, and the reader is mentioned to look roughly 20 years old, but that can easily be understood as Anna not being able to judge age correctly. It happens to the best of us.
oh, my sweetness.
Huntress x Fem. Reader | warnings: mentions of violence | word count: 863
She looks pitiful. Trembling, bleeding out on the forest floor in front of her attacker. The girl’s hands grasp at the ground, slipping in the mud, trying to get purchase and pull herself away from danger. She peers behind her, tears in her eyes from the pain of an ax wound in her side and various, smaller injuries that litter her body. Scrapes from branches and the rough bark of trees, gashes from hatchets that met their mark.
The Huntress simply stares down at her, her own mind racing in a way she’s unused to in this reality she’d found herself in. The girl below her seems far too young to deserve to die this way. At most, she’s barely reached her twentieth year. Not a child, definitely not, but not quite an adult.
The Huntress’s hands readjust their grip on the ax, thumbs running over the familiar carvings in the handle. The wood is worn, comfortable in her grip. But this does not bring the usual security to Anna, who for once is uncertain.
Has she seen this girl before? Or is she new, another soul sent to be her personal prey? She cocks her head to the side, trying to take in every inch of the girl and the skin that her outfit reveals. It’s dirty- the mud and blood combining on her skin like a macabre work of art.
With unflinching familiarity, Anna reaches down and picks up the girl, hefting her onto her shoulder to carry.
She doesn’t even struggle, doesn’t try to heave herself off of Anna’s shoulder. Her body is limp, helpless.
Without a second thought, Anna passes by each hook in her way, her ears straining to hear the Hatch. She never does this, but something about the thought of actually killing the girl made her insides twist and churn. The Entity may dislike it but Anna couldn’t care less about Her opinions.
On the lone hill in the forest, the metal trapdoor lays open, beckoning them closer with it’s mouth opening into nothing. The Hatch continues to sing its beautiful song, and Anna holds the girl out, her large hands under her armpits. The younger woman’s legs dangle above the black abyss, and Anna briefly wonders what it’s like for them to jump in. For all they’re subjected to, the Survivors somehow have enough faith that they trust the Hatch isn’t another sick trick from the Entity.
It’s miraculous, isn’t it? The amount of hope that humans are able to muster even in seemingly hopeless situations is part of what makes them so fascinating to hunt.
The girl trembles, pushing with all her strength against Anna. She must think that the larger woman will snap the Hatch closed, that she’s toying with the smaller girl.
“Крошка,” She breathes the word, unthinking. The Survivor briefly stops her struggle, peering through tousled strands of baby hair into the black eyes of the Huntress’s mask.
“What?”
And Anna lets her fall, the tiny wisps of her hair the last thing to pass into the inky darkness.
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Mother’s Dwelling is supposed to be cold.
It looks like it should be cold, the fire raging in it’s hearth, but Anna does not feel anything but the warmth radiating from her own body. The head of the ax leaning on the wall reflects the orange glow of the flames, a mimicry of her life before.
Not that she’s complaining, of course. She enjoys the hunt and everything that comes with it. But today… today offered a challenge she hadn’t faced before. Where’s the fun in killing a rabbit once you’ve killed wolves?
She’s never been one to toy with her food. She enjoyed the chase, the thrill of the hunt, the only thing that ignited her blood and made her feel alive, but she knew when to stop and finish the job. Some of the others, who occasionally try to speak with her only to realize she doesn’t crave the company of narcissists who care more about how the survivors see them than actually perfecting the craft as she has, let the chase go on far too long.
At least the tall quiet one understood how to balance the two, but she wasn’t a fan of being a silent hunter. It was necessary with game, but humans were so much more satisfying to hunt when they knew they were being tracked. The fear in their every move, the fatal mistakes they made, the way they tried to fight back until they couldn’t anymore. It was all very amusing.
But why, when it came down to it, could she not deliver the killing blow to the girl? She was not a child, Anna knew that. There was no reason to spare her, and yet she did. She felt a sudden yearning to protect the girl, though she’s sure she must’ve killed her before. The tired resignation in the girl’s eyes did not come from someone who was being hunted for the first time, especially not by someone like Anna.
There was no one else like Anna here.
And she was sure there was no one else like that girl here, either.
Hi I absolutely love your Anna fic on ao3 your writing is amazing 😍 I was wondering if you would write something fluffy and smutty (just fluffy if you don’t wanna do smut) for Anna where she hears her s/o making a self deprecating joke and Anna takes it too seriously and makes it her mission to make her feel beautiful 🤩
Ahh you're so sweet anon thank you! 😭 ❤️
I'll do some fluff with hints at smut. I usually reserve the debauchery for longer fics since I like to go big or go home with smut. Can't fit all that into a drabble 😉 but perhaps one day I'll do a kink drabble series... 👀
Content warning perhaps for those that have body image issues, but you're all gorgeous no matter what you look like. I'm just basing this on my own experiences as something I would find comforting as someone with aforementioned issues/something I personally have dealt with. Generally I try to not add character descriptions, but for this I took the risk. Hope you don't mind!
Please excuse any formatting, I'll edit this part out later, but currently writing this all on my phone.
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It had been a long while since you had found yourself nestled deep in the Red Forest with The Huntress, so much so you weren't sure how long you had been there anymore. All time had seemed to stop. Days and nights meshed together seamlessly, but the one thing that kept you grounded to passage of time was when you tried on your clothes from when you first were dropped in this purgatory.
Of course, they were much too small for your body now.
You didn't really lament about the weight gain, after all, you were no longer running for your life on a daily basis and living off of whatever small "meals" the Entity gave you. Not that you would call trail mix and protein bars a meal.
"Guess my fat ass isn't wearing this anymore..." you thought aloud, unashamed of the changes that took place on your body.
Anna, however, peaked her head in immediately. A scowl on her face as she watched you toss the garments aside. Her wife wasn't fat! She was happy and healthy! How could she say such things about herself?
"No!" Anna retorted in response and was standing behind you in merely a few strides. Her hands patting your ass, it was quite nice and was meatier now than when you had first met, but she still loved you no matter your size, big or small.
Her hands wandered from your shoulders down to your legs, all the while she kissed each part of you. She made sure that you knew how much she loved you, and your body, through gentle caresses and kisses.
"No, happy and safe." Anna retorted once more, picking you up with ease and resting her masked forehead against your own. The fact that your clothes didn't fit anymore was a good thing in her eyes. It meant she had provided for you in abundance.
You laughed, wrapping your arms around her neck. "Anna, I'm just making fun of myself, don't worry."
Anna's brow furrowed under her mask, not understanding why someone would do this to themselves. "No, Anna won't allow."
Sighing, you kissed the nose of her mask before playfully rolling your eyes at her with a smirk. "Okay fine, I won't do that anymore. Now put me down so I can finish getting dressed?"
In response to the latter part, Anna simply gripped your body to herself tighter, a smirk forming on her lips and instantly you knew that the days hunt would start a little later than usual.
yeas jigsaw you are so smart im sure having to kill another person/self mutilate themself horrifically will definitely fix any problems someone might have. totally.
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